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 Who Waited Why did she wait? What was her fate? Eons have passed since the tale of Mahabharata. The bloody war. But amidst the pages of that legend remains a character without quite an end, seemingly forgotten. But too bright to be lost, let's shed some light on the last consort's past. Cursed she was, as Lakshmi once more- To part from her beloved at every sacred door. Separation, the cruel thread woven through their fate, Lakshmi and Narayan-forever bound, forever too late. As Sita, she bore fourteen years apart, A forested ache carved deep in her heart. But time, ever turning, would not relent- It summoned the pain once more... as if heaven's debt was not yet spent. Avantika-a name the stars gently spoke, A lost princess, bathed in twilight's cloak. A child of prophecy, of love and lore, Bound to Narayan... yet left at fate's door. In Vrindavan's sunlit courtyard she stood, Pure of heart, misunderstood. Left behind not by abandonment, but by sacred decree, Even the Lord of Three Worlds could not set her free. A curse older than time, silent and cold, Stopped destiny's dance, made even gods fold. Her tears were stilled, her smile feigned, A love so bright... yet fate unchained. What bloomed like spring, withered with no warning- A tale of love that turned to mourning. despite it, memory was not all that was left, in her womb life swelled and light that kept.

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.]

"𝐖𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤." She was the daughter of Maharaj and Maharani of Hastinapura. She had five brothers 100 cousins and one chirpy young cousin sister. What could go wrong? ◈━◈━◈━◈━◈ " 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟'𝕥 𝕓𝕖 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕒 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕚𝕥 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕓𝕖 𝕒 𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖." Satyanshi, the daughter of Kunti and Pandu. Surrounded by luxuries and a lovely family, what else would she need? ◈━◈━◈━◈━◈ But, when she meets the Dark Lord of Dwarika, passion is bound to ensue. With the society against it, whom will Satyanshi choose? Her honor or love? ◈━◈━◈━◈━◈ When her marriage is fixed with Jayadratha, what will she choose? Love or Honor? A story of self realization, love, betrayal and unending sacrifices. Read '𝐊𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐧𝐚 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐬𝐢: 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞' to find out, the life of Kunti Sutaa Satyanshi Her journey from Pandu Aatmajaa to Krishna Bharya! Book 1 of Keshava Prananaayini Series.

In a world steeped in tradition, Rukmini Deshpande always revered her namesake, Rukmini Aai Saheb-the bold, kind, and steadfast Mother of the Universe, whose tales of devotion echoed in every abhang and upanyasa. Yet, one aspect of the goddess's story always troubled her: Rukmini Aai Saheb had defied her family's wishes. For Miss Deshpande, family was everything, a bond she could never imagine breaking. But fate, a relentless weaver of destiny, thrust Rukmini Deshpande into an impossible echo of Rakhumai's own dilemma. Now, faced with an agonizing choice, she must decide: uphold the unyielding chains of Binding Honour or seize the perilous, yet exhilarating, Freedom of Love?

[ON HOLD] "At night, she looks at the sky as if she is looking inside herself, and she discovers the moon in her heart, the stars in her bones, and the universe in her soul." 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 "When I close my eyes, I see him, hidden in the eternities of my reasoning ideas and feelings. When he suddenly appears and grabs my hand, it feels like it has been forever yet again." 𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 "Can you get me the moon? I'm now amassing the stars for you so that we can shape our own night sky. Spend some more time together under that shade as you sit there." 𝑻𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒅𝒚 Yet again the time has come when Narayan reunites with his Shree. The eternal love, not to be defined in words. Here we go, a twist in fate, they reincarnate and meet once again. He was her Murlidhar, she was his Vaani This is the tale of their boundless love where the two souls unite once again.

"Only Shree Hari, My beloved Girdhar Gopala is Mine, no one else do I have to call as My own." Shree Meerabai Devi and Her poems still echo in the hearts of every Haribhakt. She considered the Lord as Her Lover, so much so that She called Him Her Husband. Keep reading to know about history's greatest devotee, Her struggles for acceptance and Her surrendrance to Lord Krishna. Follow for more stories and poems on Divine Love and Devotion : ) |∆| Updated Daily |∆| ।। राधे राधे ।। ।। जय श्री राधारमण गिरधारी ।। ।। जय श्री मीरा मोहन प्रियतम प्यारी ।।

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 ──────────────────

Malati cannot see him- Not the curve of his smile, nor the playful mischief in his lotus eyes. Not his beautiful form, dark as rain-laden clouds of Shravan. Malati can never see Krishna. Yet her heart belongs to him, as the night belongs to the moon. blind oc x krishna, one of the 16,000 captives of Narakasura