KRISHNASAHODARI The heart of Krishna. The wife of Dharma. They say Krishna loved the world. But before Dwarka, before wars, before destiny carved divinity into his name... He loved *her* first. His twin. His womb-sharer. His Hriday. Princess Ksheera. Moon-pale where Krishna was dark as monsoon clouds. Soft laughter wrapped around terrifying strength. A girl who could feed wounded tigers with her bare hands, dance through palace halls with flowers in her hair, and still cradle Krishna's head in her lap when the weight of godhood became too heavy for his human heart. Dwarka worshipped Krishna. But Dwarka loved Ksheera. And perhaps that is why fate became jealous. Because far away in Hastinapur lived a man who belonged more to duty than himself. Yudhishthira. Dharmaraj. The righteous prince. The future king. The man everyone leaned upon while no one noticed he was collapsing silently beneath expectations. A prince so devoted to Dharma that he feared his own anger, his own desires, even his own loneliness. Then Ksheera walks into his life carrying sunlight in her smile and questions in her eyes. And suddenly Dharma itself begins trembling. Because she does not fear him. She laughs at his silences. Challenges his definition of righteousness. Steals food from his plate. Calls him *Sthir* with such softness that the mighty Dharmaraj forgets how to breathe. For the first time in his life, someone sees not the king. Not the crown. Not the burden. Just the man. And Yudhishthira falls first. Falls harder. Falls so deeply that even fire cannot burn it away. But this is Mahabharata. Love here is never simple. A marriage born in haste. A palace built to become a funeral pyre. A kingdom hungry for blood. A prince carrying the weight of Dharma. And a woman who chooses to stand beside him through exile, grief, war, and destiny itself. This is the story of the woman who made the calmest man in Aryavart blush like a boy.

~𝓗𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓫𝓵𝓪𝔃𝓮𝓭 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓼, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓱 𝓱𝓮𝓻, 𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓫𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓪𝓼 𝓸𝓷𝓮~ Advika Sen is just nineteen, a rising actress with more fire in her than the spotlight ever shows. Arjun, the greatest archer of his age, is all discipline, honor, and fury like a storm that never quite breaks. When Advika disappears from the sets of Mahabharat, she wakes up inside the epic itself. Thrown into a world ruled by destiny and dharma, Advika refuses to bend. Her sharp tongue, modern defiance, and stubborn will clash head-on with Arjun's sense of honor. Every argument feels like a battle. Every stolen glance carries a tension neither of them is ready to name. Bound by forces far older than them both, they navigate betrayal, war, and the weight of fate, each confrontation pulling them closer, even as the world threatens to tear them apart. Will her fire shatter his calm, or will their collision create something timeless? In a realm where myth and reality bleed into one another, time is not on their side. A Mahabharat fanfiction filled with tension, destiny, and a love that dares to cross centuries.

When the Kala Chakra is messed up, the actions hold consequences. Two women, strangers to eachother endup in Kashi due to cancelled flights. The curious hearts tampered an ancient relic, causing them to travel back in time. Be it fate or destiny, they now find themselves in the face of one of the greatest wars that ever took place. Will they stick together? Will they find a place in dwapar yug? Will they change the predestined events? Will they prevent the war? Only time has the answer.

Nakul x reader In the modern world, 17-year-old Sita is a shadow. Bullied at school for her looks and treated as a burden by her parents, she feels completely alone. Broken by the labels of "ugly" and "worthless,"Heartbroken, she jumps from building to end her pain. But the sky tears open, and she falls into the ancient world of the Mahabharata. ​Instead of the cold ground, sita falls through a rift in time and space, landing in the legendary era of the Mahabharata. In a world of ancient gods and golden palaces, She opens her eyes to a face carved from moonlight, and a gentle voice whispers: ​"Hello, little one, are you okay?"

A cosmic mishap after the Drupad war sends the Pandavas, Karna, Duryodhan, and Ashwatthama tumbling into modern-day Mumbai-with zero idea that they've landed in Kaliyug. Confused by skyscrapers, autos, Wi-Fi, and coconut stalls, the eight legendary warriors try to make sense of a world where chariots have horns and people carry głowing stones called "phones." Meanwhile in Hastinapur, the entire royal family and the Yadavas, including Krishna and Balram, watch everything through Vyasa's mystical device, the Kaal Darpan - A time vision mirror that reveals paths across ages. Enter Sanchi, a normal Mumbai girl on her way to class, who accidentally stops Duryodhan from declaring war on a coconut seller. Naturally, everyone assumes she's a goddess. Sanchi tries to convince them she's not divine. They respond by bowing deeper. Now stuck with eight confused, overdramatic heroes who introduce themselves with royal titles, Shree becomes their unexpected guide through Kaliyug, while trying to maintain her sanity... and her attendance record. But among the chaos, chaos, and more chaos, one of them sees her differently. Sahadev, the youngest Pandava-quiet, observant, and gentle-finds himself drawn to the girl who fearlessly challenged a future king and carries a glowing box that answers questions faster than he can. With Hastinapur watching, destinies shifting, secrets hidden (like Karna's true parentage), and coconuts flying- a mythic, soft, emotional, and hilariously chaotic adventure begins.

In the year 2025, 17-year-old Shreya-brilliant, strong-willed, and born with a mysterious pull toward the ancient-finds herself abruptly transported through time into the heart of the Mahabharat era. Drawn by forces beyond human comprehension, she awakens in the presence of none other than Krishna himself. Calm yet cosmic, he tells her the truth: she is not here by accident, but by destiny. Now in the golden kingdom of Hastinapur, just as the Pandavas and Kauravas return from gurukul as young men, Shreya must walk a path between fate and free will. Gifted with knowledge of the future but burdened by the rules of dharma, she becomes a silent observer and secret catalyst in a world where every emotion could change the course of war. Caught between divine politics, secret alliances, and a love that was written in stars before she was born-Shreya must uncover who she truly is. Is she a girl from the future? Or a soul from the past, finally coming home? As kingdoms rise and dharma trembles, only one truth remains: Time may move forward, but destiny always circles back. ---

They say history celebrates its heroes, remembers its villains, and erases its 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔. But nothing erased stays hidden. Mistakes are meant to burn. Suffocate. Ache. They coil around the finger until it bleeds-or are carried by a yuga-but they never stay buried. An ordinary girl, Tarika Singh, entered Dwaparyug-and learned fire does not always burn. Sometimes- The scorching heat is Karn, the abandoned giver. The silent flare is Yudhishthir, the puppet of dharma. The cackling flame is Bheem, the weapon of vengeance. The curling smoke is Arjun, the dancer of battlefields. The biting spark is Nakul, the healer of destruction. The glowing coal is Sahdev, the foreseer of destiny. They say, fear the villains. As if they began it all. As if the world were not threads - pulled, twisted, strangled - each cutting the other. Some thread tightens like Duryodhan, desperate for the crown. Some knots itself like Dushasan, loyal until he forgets where he ends. Some loosens itself like Vikarn, questioning even the blood in his veins. It is law...threads burn when touched by flame. Only she decides whether they bind or snap. But She is no longer Tarika here. And the myth is no longer myth. 𝑨𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒂. Friend to the kauravas. Sister to the pandavas. Daughter of the sun. The ruiner... or the redeemer? It depends on who tells the tale. Because, To hear of the Mahabharata is one thing. To live it, surrounded by unknown faces, is another. Among the 'unknown', two men became her world, standing beside her, one like a vow, the other like a sin. Both willing to fall, if it meant she would not stand alone. "I wonder if the stars are jealous- they've never been looked at the way I look at her." "If the gods made her... perhaps they aren't so useless after all." ▪previously titled as Threads of Flames

Nihira, a modern girl, is mysteriously transported to the era of the Mahabharata. At Dronacharya's ashram, she falls for the fierce Ashwathama. However, as she uncovers dark truths and faces deadly threats, her loyalties are tested by a second lover, Karna intensifying the drama. Betrayal by her own loved ones for power, and the ever-present danger of death, entangle Nihira in a web of love, lust, and political intrigue. Set in the tumultuous Dwapar Yuga, this is a thrilling journey of heartbreaks, power struggles, and epic battles akin to a timeless game of thrones. "𝘛𝘸𝘰 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩? 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧? 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮."

War. Suffering. Despair. The year 4350, Kali Yuga's peak. Virtue and dharma had disappeared from the face of Earth long back and all that remained now was despair. To escape from the hell they called home, Syxira and Zolani agree to be scapegoats for a time travel experiment. When the time-travel experiment goes wrong, they're sent back to the era of Dwapar Yuga, a time of gods and kings. Thrown back in time to the epic of Mahabharat, they find solace near the banks of the Ganga, the forests of Aryavarta and the palaces of Hastinapur. They view the epic from far away, but can't help being drawn in themselves. But they face their worst enemy-God himself. Because even in this new world, their hatred for Krishna runs deep. The cheeky, flute-playing God hadn't helped them as they lost everything in Kaliyug. Yet, here he played his flute with no worries in mind. They argue all day, and scream all night but never make up for the silly fights. But, will their fury keep them from finding peace or will they have to confront the very gods they despise? Will they ever let themselves be a part of the famous tale of Mahabharat? ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ This book is being written in collaboration of Error_1242 and bhadra-. . . . . . . . . . #1 in yudishthir #4 in nakul

Everyone has a Choice. Destiny blessed The Epic of Mahabharata with one such Choice. A person who was reincarnated in the past. Time travelled? No. Does she remember her past life? Sort off. Her memories fades with time. Does she play a big role in the epic? Yes! Was she a princess? Nada! She was a commoner. Advika was the daughter born to Devi Prithvi. She was reincarnated soul, adopted by a commoner father and mother in the kingdom of Hastinapura. Her encounters with one another specific commoner (hidden demigod) child of the kingdom leads her down the path of the epic. Friends with Krishna, the daughter of Prithvi was meant to bring change through her choices. The only person born capable of rewriting the script to her tunes.