"What makes me godless in your world, keeps me alive in mine." • Syeda Mahnoor Rizwi, Dhurandhar's newest recruitment. Her task was simple: take her allotted flight to Lyari, register as a local, find a home, beat/kill/rob/marry, settle as a native. And in exactly 21 months, your assignment will find you. 𝘖𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

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.]

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 ❝my beloved, until when will you torment me like this?❞ ────────────────── Mahabharat; Fiction; Royalty AU Romance; Thriller; Historical UPDATES: SPORADIC UPDATES; MAJOR EDITING © xxtxwyn ──────────────────

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! 】

- जिजीविषा च मुमुक्षु ― The will to live, the hunger for release. Gauri Nimbalkar lingered somewhere in between. Time did not take her - it sentenced her. One moment, love cradled in her arms; in the next, she was cast into a world that worships her name but does not know her soul. Bound to a love that dissolved like sand through her fingers, punished for a sin she never intended, and haunted by the remnants of a life stolen from her grasp- she walks as both a trespasser and a tether of a divine past. But fate is a script she refuses to follow. If the past has stolen from her, she will steal from destiny itself. Let the gods watch - for Gauri will decide whether she bends or breaks; whether she wills to live or to liberate.

Cover and banners by: @KanhaiyakiSakhi9112 "Charyauvana", title owned by Vani; The Royal Dancer of Hastinapur. Admirers of her ethereal beauty and dance didn't just end in Hastinapur, they went way past its borders, throughout the whole of Aryavrat. Her beautiful dark orbs adorned with the darkest shade of kajal, captivated thousands of hearts. Her curvaceous body, perfectly sculpted face, naturally rosy lips and huge dark black orbs with hip length dark flowy hair, accelerated heart rates of many, including young princes to old kings. The youngsters were ready to give anything and everything just to take a look at her, especially while dancing. Many claimed her to be more beautiful than the Aapsaras of Swarg. BUT her heart beat just for HIM. Him, who didn't even know she existed. He, who only focused on his archery, failed to notice the loving stare of the same black orbs that made hundreds of people weak in their knees. But did she ever dare to look at him from a closer radius? The answer is no. Because she never deemed herself worthy enough. And one blissful day, his eyes fell on her and never looked away but it was late, too late. He was too late to notice her. She had already lost the glow in her eyes, and trust in love. Will he ever be able to love her enough to get that glow back to her eyes? To make her trust in love again? Stay with me to know more about them and their twisted love story.