ver. English Fanfic of The Sultan

What if Dronacharya had a daughter? In the age of Kali Yuga, Mayura is one of the world's biggest pop stars. Born to an influential billionaire family, she is half Indian and half American but has spent her entire life in the United States. Beautiful, talented, and adored by millions, Mayura has everything money can buy. Yet behind the glamorous spotlight lies a spoiled, stubborn, and reckless young woman who always gets her way. On her journey to India for her biggest concert, tragedy strikes. The private jet carrying her crashes, ending the life she has always known. But death is not the end. When Mayura opens her eyes again, she finds herself reborn thousands of years in the past as the only daughter of Dronacharya, the legendary master of warfare and the revered teacher of the Kuru princes. Gone are the luxury, fame, and modern comforts she once took for granted. Instead, she must learn to survive in an era ruled by dharma, honor, and destiny. Then, a single promise changes two lives forever. Through the twists of fate, an arranged marriage is decided between Arjuna, Dronacharya's most beloved disciple and the greatest archer of his generation, and Dronacharya's daughter. But what happens when a girl from the modern world enters the world of the Mahabharata... without knowing the story of the Mahabharata itself? Can a spoiled pop star adapt to an age where every decision carries the weight of destiny? Can she fulfill a promise she never made? And as love begins to bloom between two souls from entirely different worlds, will they rewrite history-or unknowingly become a part of the destiny that was always meant to be? A tale of rebirth, destiny, romance, ancient vows, and a love that transcends time.

The heavy wooden doors closed behind Elif, sealing her fate. She stood in the center of the room, dressed in a heavy silk gown embroidered with rubies: gifts from the Sultan she had never met. She had listened to the stories, of course. Everyone in Istanbul knew of Murad IV. The Tyrant. The executioner. The man who banned coffee and wine while drowning in his own darkness. She straightened her spine. She was the daughter of Kemankeş Pasha, a statesman, and she would not cower. "So," Murad said, his voice deep and rough, echoing in the silence. "You are the daughter of my Vizier." He took a step closer, circling her slowly like a predator assessing prey that didn't run. "They tell me you are obedient," he murmured, standing behind her, his breath ghosting over her ear. ''Do you know why you are here, Elif?'' He moved to face her, looking down at her, waiting for the usual reaction: the trembling, the immediate drop of the eyes, the blushing admiration. He expected her to fall at his feet. Elif looked up at him. Her face was a mask of calm. She didn't tremble. She didn't blush. She held his gaze with a quiet, unnerving steadiness. "I am here because my father serves the Empire, Your Majesty," Elif said, her voice clear and composed, lacking any warmth. "And because the Padishah commanded it." Murad's eyes narrowed slightly. There was no adoration in her tone. Just... duty. "Is that so?" He took a sip of his drink, studying her over the rim of the glass. "And do you have no desires of your own, Elif Hatun? Or are you simply a doll your father dressed up to please me?"

In the quiet land of Mahishmati, Princess Jaya lives a simple life, loved by her people and untouched by the desires of power or beauty. Her heart, however, belongs somewhere it never should - to Krishna. Not in hope. Not in expectation. Only in silent devotion. As her swayamvara approaches, Jaya prepares to choose a husband among strangers, forcing herself toward a life she understands... away from feelings she refuses to name. But something within her begins to change. A dream. A voice. A presence that feels too real to ignore. She never wished for him. She never imagined him. And yet... her world no longer feels her own. 💓My Dear Lord 💓 A story of devotion, fear, and a love that crosses a line it was never meant to.

𝗞𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗻𝗮 𝘅 𝗦𝗵𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗻𝗶 𝗱𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗿 🪷 "𝗞𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗻𝗮 : 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗾𝘂𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗯𝘆 𝗹𝗮𝘄, 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗯𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲." In the age of Sati Yug, there lived an Asura princess whose heart was captivated by the unmatched power and glory of Lord Vishnu. Believing it to be love, she desired to make him her husband. To win him, she performed severe penance and sacrificed comfort, yet Vishnu never accepted her. Heartbroken, the princess refused to let go of her dream. Seeing her stubborn devotion, the royal sages advised her to worship Lord Shiva, the one even Vishnu revered. Pleased by her tapasya, Mahadev appeared before her. But he spoke the truth-Vishnu would never accept her until she abandoned the darkness within her heart: pride, greed, desire, and selfish longing. But the princess would not surrender. She began an impossible vow-to chant one hundred billion mantras while standing upon a tree. She gave away her youth, beauty, and entire life to devotion. Even Mahadev was moved by her determination and decided that when her final chant was complete, her wish would be granted. Yet fate had other plans. When only one final name remained, old age claimed her life. She was reborn in Kaliyug, unaware of her past and disconnected from faith. But destiny drew her back to a Shiva temple. There, in a tragic accident, she took her final breath before the idol of Mahadev. From her lips escaped one forgotten word-Shiv. This time, Lord Shiva fulfilled his promise. She was reborn in Dwapar Yug as the daughter of Prince Shakuni of Gandhara. Bound by an ancient vow, Vishnu was now destined to marry her. But the question remains... Will Vishnu truly accept her? Will he marry her only as a duty? Or will a marriage born from vows and fate blossom into real love?

krishan x Mishti ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇs ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ ⚔️ ​"in kalyug, mishti was a victim of her father's cruelty. He was a priest to the world, but a devil at home. in the end, he murdered her. with her last breath mishti had only one wish: 'To have a father who truly loves me.'" ​Fate grants her wish, but with a cruel twist. Mishti is reborn as the daughter of Jarasandh, the most feared tyrant of the Dwapar Yug. ​To the world, Jarasandh is a monster, the sworn enemy of Lord Krishna. But to Mishti, he is the shield she never had-a father who would burn the world to see her smile. The 𝘚𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦 When war looms and Jarasandh's life hangs by a thread, Destiny plays its ultimate card. To save her father from certain death, Mishti is forced into a sacrificial marriage with his greatest enemy-Shri Krishna himself. ​The 𝘝𝘰𝘸 On their wedding night, trapped in a union she never wanted, Mishti looks into the calm, depthless eyes of the Lord of Dwaraka and declares with bitter tears: ​"𝙄 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙗𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙌𝙪𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙗𝙮 𝙡𝙖𝙬, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝙈𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙮!" 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴, 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴: ​"𝙒𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨..." (𝘿𝙚𝙠𝙝𝙖 𝙅𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙜𝙖 𝙍𝙖𝙟𝙠𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙖𝙧𝙞....)

This is my first story so please support ... ... Aradhya - A girl from the modern world (Kaliyug) who deeply admires the heroes of the Mahabharata. Through destiny or divine will, she suddenly travels back in time and witnesses the great events of the epic. let's see how she survived there (Karn fanfic)

-¿𝐌𝐞 𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐫á𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞? -𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐧𝐭ó 𝐞𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐲, 𝐜𝐨𝐧 𝐥𝐚 𝐯𝐨𝐳 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐝𝐚 𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐞𝐠𝐨. 𝐍𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐳ó 𝐥𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚, 𝐟𝐫í𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐨 𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐨. -𝐓𝐞 𝐨𝐝𝐢é 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐮 𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐚. ---------------------------- ---------------------------- Naerys Targaryen fue la última hija del rey Viserys I Targeryen y la reina Alicent Hightower, conocida por todos como la "Buena Reina" por todo lo que hizo durante la guerra. Pero nada la preparó para lo que vino después. Tras el asesinato de su esposo, el rey Aegon II, Naerys es obligada a casarse con Jacaerys, el hombre que puso fin a su vida anterior. En un reino que todavía sangra por la guerra, deberá aprender a sobrevivir entre odio, traición y deseo, atrapada en un matrimonio donde el poder y la pasión se confunden. Amada por el pueblo, despreciada por la corte... Naerys descubrirá que, incluso en un mundo lleno de dragones, la decisión más difícil no es gobernar... sino amar.

Valarr Targaryen se había casado con dos omegas, algo poco común en los Siete Reinos, aunque permitido en circunstancias excepcionales como aquella. Su primer matrimonio fue con Kiera de Tyrosh, una unión acordada principalmente para sellar una alianza política y estratégica entre la Casa Targaryen y las Ciudades Libres. Sin embargo, durante los primeros años de matrimonio, Kiera sufrió innumerables abortos. Finalmente logró dar a luz a unos gemelos, pero ambos nacieron muertos. Aquella tragedia despertó una profunda preocupación en la familia real: la continuidad de la Casa Targaryen podía estar en peligro si no nacían nuevos herederos. Fue entonces cuando el príncipe Maekar Targaryen propuso una solución. Sugirió casar a su propio hijo, Daeron Targaryen, un omega, con Valarr, con la esperanza de que Daeron pudiera dar a luz al heredero que tanto se deseaba.

Leo Louvard died once before. In his previous life, illness confined him to a hospital bed. The only escape he had was a book he never managed to finish: Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. When he wakes up as the heir to an ancient, prestigious French pureblood house, he views this second life as a fragile gift. His goal is simple: stay quiet, stay perfect, and above all, stay far away from the tragedy of the Wizarding War. Specifically, he plans to stay away from Sirius Black.