Nārāyana. The Lord of Sustenance. To sustain his universe, he has always done everything one could ever imagine. From incarnating as a complete wild boar, to living away from the love of his life to vanquish evil, Lakshmīkānta has always done everything to establish Dharma every time Adharma threatens to overpower it. Ananta. He's endless. He will remain one of the few constants even as the universe comes to an end. Hari's kathā is just as everlasting as him, evergreen in both emotion and meaning. As perpetual as him are his stories, never coming to an end, never ceasing to enrapture those who attempt to understand these tales brimming with a charm nothing else has. This is an attempt to encapsulate some moments from the stories of Vāsudeva in shorts that may succeed in giving the tiniest glimpse of Vaikunthanātha. This is my attempt at writing about Rāmachandra, whom I love and revere beyond what my words can explain. This is my humble attempt at bringing to life some of the moments from the evergreen stories of Mahāvishnu. ××× [The chapters showcase these undoubtedly divine characters with a touch of humanization, and while I will try my level best not to get too carried away with it, moving too far away from the original plot, some people might not be willing to see their deities humanized. In that case, I'll request you to skip this book. Thank you!] Cover credit: @Mochis4lifeq52627 <333

"I left, I couldn't stay no more. They were all drunk. Some harsh words were passed on. Some insults were thrown. The next moment swords were unsheathed, the sharp metals sliced through kinsmen by kinsmen. The ground has been drenched with the Yadava blood." he uttered weakly, the lump in his throat forbidding him from further speech. She looked up at him, his eyes weary and distant. So that's how it was going to be, their bloodline was to be swept off in an intoxicated brawl. Her thin fingers found his cold ones, as she intertwined them, some of her warmth seeping into his being. "What about Dau?" "He went off, presumably into the woods, way before things got out of control." spoke the man of midnight skin, closing his eyes, "What about sister Revati?" "She was feeling out of sorts since the afternoon, so she retired for the day. She's been sleeping ever since." answered his queen, realization dawning upon her. The looked into each other's eyes in shock, the truth nowhere ready to settle. Krishna sat himself on the bedside table, his hands gripping the silken wood too hard. Rukmini sat down in front of him, pressing the edge of her saree on his forehead, wiping away the sheen of sweat that had collected. Warm tears cascaded down his cheeks, falling onto her drapes. Her free hand cupped his wet cheek, and he leaned into the touch. "It is time, Rukmini, it is time." On some fortunate days- #7 under Narayana #2 under Rukmini

❝Śriyakhyāna❞ - (lit.) narration of Shri. When KrishnaLeela comes to an end on Prithvi with the sinking of Dvaraka and the end of the YaduVamsha, Krishna and his Shris return to Vaikuntha, to ShriPeetha, their eternal residence. Their time on BhuLoka was full of ups and downs, dappled moments of fleeting happiness and long periods of pain and constant wait. But now with their return to Vaikuntha, there is little to bind them and thus ensues moments of utter chaos and laughter and joy, Kanha's Priyaas taking their revenge for his constant mischief down on Prithvi. These are some such short tales of their time in Vaikuntha. [Co-authored by ruhitherambler and krsnaradhika]

She devoted her life, she devoted her mind, she devoted her soul to the Supreme Lord. Every inch of her, each breath of her echoed His name. Without Sri Krishna, Meera is nothing! It is adduced that one can drink poison for the sake of their love. Will Meera's love win this time or shall she become a victim to the brutal plots hatched by her in-laws?

Her hope has been shattered and torn apart, beyond even the flickering embers. But she still lives, if only to keep the wan flames of hope alive in her fellow prisoners. ***** Narakasura has captured 16,100 women to be his queens when he finally takes over the three worlds. This is a short tale of one of them, of how her hope is reembodied in the form of a bright, pious light that destroys her captor and frees her and her fellow prisoners. [Warnings in the first chapter.]

𝙘𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙨: (adj.) very, or most highly celebrated. One form of the nine incarnations of Lakshmi, and the complete form of Hari to descend on BhuLoka, Bhadra was the princess of Kaikeya, and Krishna the de-facto sovereign of Dvaraka, the city of gates and the abode of Shri on the Earth. Bhadra has always been quiet and unassuming, demure and silent; the perfect qualities for a princess of a small kingdom such as Kaikeya. But she weds the most influential force in Aaryavarta, as her heart sings only in tune to his flute and no one else. What was their love like, but celebrated? This two-shot explores a short tale of the newly-wed BhadrAchyuta, how they come to love each other even more. In collaboration with @ruhitherambler

She, a murderess. He, the Preserver. If they are bound, can a murderer ever be loved? **** She is a nameless shadow who walks in the form of a great beauty, they say. A beauty so deadly that it kills. Bodies crop up, from time to time, and people go missing, never to be found. All because they uttered a blasphemy, or disparaged the Preserver. He is a protector, an Incarnate. An enigmatic mystery, who only seeks the protection and preservation of the joy of all his people. For his people, he fought many long battles, banishing demons from his lands, always seeking the greater welfare of all. When she is caught and brought to Dvaraka, their worlds collide. He is her judge and she his prisoner. Nevertheless, he demands an unorthodox punishment from her that is hardly one. Against a conspiracy that rachets up, can they work together and learn to love? Or is murder too grievous a sin? [complete.] [word count - 60K words.]

To commence a saga with a classic, 'A long time back, there lived a Princess ' comes off as boring and to be truthful, redundant. But well, you see, when we are dishing about something that transpired to a Royal Goddess almost 5000 years ago, we don't really have an alternative. So, here goes nothing. -ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ 𝘼 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙜𝙤, 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙙𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙪𝙡𝙮, 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙬, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙖 𝙋𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨. 𝙋𝙖𝙙𝙢𝙖𝙫𝙖𝙩𝙞, 𝙤𝙛 𝙋𝙖𝙙𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙥𝙪𝙧, 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙃𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙞 𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙠𝙩𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙎𝙝𝙧𝙞 𝙆𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙣𝙖 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘿𝙬𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙧 𝙔𝙪𝙜. ••●••

Featured by WATTPAD Asian Fantasy The nectar of righteousness is entrenched when Shri Lakshmi, who emerged from the ocean along with the amrita reunites with Narayan, who, as Mohini, bestowed the amrita upon the Devatas. 𝘿𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞 - the supreme manifestation of 𝘼𝙠𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙖 𝘽𝙧𝙖𝙢𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙖 𝙉𝙖𝙮𝙖𝙠𝙞, 𝘼𝙙𝙞 𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙠𝙩𝙞 𝙎𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙞 𝙈𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙠𝙨𝙝𝙢𝙞 is born in the lineage of the venerated Kurus as the youngest of Kunti and the beloved of Kanha - the Lord of Dwarka. Harmonize with her conscience as she unearths the cauldrons of conceit, malfeasance, and knavery among her own family; battles for love; anamnesis her primordial identity; endures profanity; and shatters the hegemonic patriarchy that breaches the aspect of the divine feminine Shakti - the very essence of the universe. Endearment, hellions, retrouvallie, motherhood, sovereignty, curses and cordolium - Dhriti has to face it all. Rising above her flaws and foible, the quintessence of the Universe completes a full circle of her mortal incarnation. From Kuruvansha Kumari to the Samragyi of the Three Worlds - This is the tale of "Kanha's Priya." 【 This is a work of pure fiction. Through this, I do not mean to hurt anyone's religious sentiments and beliefs. The story is loosely based on Mahabharata, while majority of the plots and character potrayals are a part of my imagination. Enjoy! 】