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. ••●••

एक मुलाकात , एक एहसास , एक रिश्ता सबसे खास ❤️

Aakarshika was the dying embers of a fading fire, dissolving into oblivion until her hand is promised to the sovereign of Dwarka. Righteous fury shrouds her soul, wine hued ire cloaking her virtuous mind. The trials of her life have weighed her down with burdening shackles that she bears on her heart, but the charming man with a mischievous smile just might be her saviour. But when has Aakarshika ever needed a man to shield her from her distress? ══✿══╡°˖✧✿✧˖°╞══✿══ In collaboration with @a_Vagrant

what happens when the flute bearer belonging to the upper echelon, on one side of the royal court finds the eyes on the other side of the court, adorned by the blackness of kohl and fixated on matching her feet with the practiced tatkaar, each step falling on the royal court making her ghungrus ring a melody pairing with the music?..... The afternoon sun is seeping the royal palace in it's golden hue, the wind whispering throughout the halls - each tile placed with precision that makes even the floor tell a story to the eyes which look for it....in all this grandeur the cool breeze finds itself mingling with the sounds of tatkaar from the ankles wrapped with ghunghrus , the metallic brass bells strung together, rows of the musical anklets adorning the ankles of the dancers of the royal court. It was a privilege to be a royal court dancer, they say, the privilege to showcase your art in front of men and women of all echelons serving the country. "showcase of art" , "form of entertainment" but the golden brown eyes, bronzed hue as if sun itself has forever become his shadow with moon lit his smile, krishna...one of the ministers of the upper echelon, king's favourite, the charmer, the smooth talker, the flute player...many names for one man but his eyes, restless like the ocean coming back for the shore just to graze it once more...search for the girl with ghungrus, kohl smeared concentrated gaze...

prāṇācārya - (n.) Physician ━━━𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆, 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏.𓇢𓆸 ❛. . .You might now be able to see them, From where you are; But look closely- A candle flares from afar, yet as you approach, it silently weeps tears of lac.❜ Saudamini, General Ashish's daughter, was a childhood companion of the two princesses of Rajgadh. A childhood devoid of maternal love developed in her a deep empathy for those suffering, igniting her passion for healing. Yet, the irony was that sometimes healers carry the deepest scars themselves -a truth that Saudamini knew all too well, For beneath her compassionate smile and skilled healer's hands, she hid a labyrinth of pain, a maze of memories she couldn't escape, a sorrowful truth that only revealed itself in the silence: the one wound she couldn't heal was her own. To the princesses, she was a trusted confidante, but behind her facade lay secrets that shaped her actions in a way they couldn't imagine. Beneath her gentle exterior lies a turbulent past, a past marked by loss and longing, and a burning desire for something forever out of reach. Fittingly named 'Saudamini,' meaning lightning, she illuminated lives with her healing touch, like a bolt cutting through darkness. However, just as lightning can be both beautiful and destructive, so too was Saudamini's nature. This dichotomy raised questions about her true character and the secrets she kept hidden. What secrets lie buried beneath Saudamini's calm exterior? Time, they say, heals all wounds, but for her, the question lingered: would it be enough? Wounds heal, but do hers?

KRISHNA SERIES BOOK 1 Krishna the word itself in it is divine and provides peace and calms our heart. He was an divine person born for the greater good of the world. He was the incarnation of Lord Vishnu himself. He is the one who brought up the theory of multiverse in the world. His life was full of struggles and sacrifices and he faced all of it with a smile on his face. Don't you want to know the story of such a divine being? Yes?! Then you have came on a right place dear. In this books which are in the series based on the life story of Krishna, you will get to know about his inspiring tale. Join me to know his journey from being a cowherd to becoming a Dwarkadhish. Started On ~ 9 April 2024 Book cover by @ShreyaWrites_

We all carry something. Pain. Shame. Memories that feel heavier than our own bones. That quiet kind of suffering that never really leaves-even when we smile. For Ananyata Kanitkar a 16-year-old girl and an invisible presence in her own world, life has become a blur of numb mornings and anxious nights. Once full of faith in Narayana, the cosmic protector... now, she feels nothing. Just silence. Just questions. "Does He exist?" "Does He listen?" "Why me?" She's the quiet girl in the corner of the classroom, the one who doesn't speak anymore, because no one ever truly heard her in the first place. But in the vast silence of the universe, someone has heard her. And when hearts call with such despair, the Jagatpalaka listens. When the divine descends not in thunder-but in mist. When love finds you not in joy-but in ruin. What happens when the Infinite decides to touch a finite life ? Cover by @OurFictionNest

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.]