𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑦𝑎𝑡𝑖-(v.) to travel, to wander. ❛...𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴...❜ Through the tempest of time again, the sisters of the scorned Yuga find themselves reborn in an age, in the twilight of a waning era, where gods tread as men and men dare defy the heavens. Where the earth, long a witness to the desecration of a woman's honour, bleeds anew, seeking to redefine mankind. But time is a fickle keeper of secrets, and what was buried shall rise again. The past is not merely a memory-it is a debt yet unpaid, a promise yet unfulfilled. Bound by fate and entangled in the savagery of mankind, they stand at the precipice of a world where Dharma wanes, and the truth is veiled in shadow. And so, as the voyage of time anchors them in a place unknown yet divine, their journey begins-a quest not only for remembrance but for reckoning. 𝘠𝘦𝘵, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘪𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯-𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯? ──────⋅⋅──────⋅⋅────── [In Collaboration with @-Ankitaa] [Started On: 8/05/2022] ──────⋅⋅──────⋅⋅──────

"I will love you as long as the sun burns in the sky, as long as the moon shines its light into the dark night, until the raging blue oceans become calm and run dry. I will love you until the end of time." His words sent a jolt of joy rushing down Chitrangada's spine. The duo entangled their fingers and formed a bond, a bind that was to be cherished till the end of time. --- Arjuna and Chitrangada. Lost was their tale in the pages of Bhārata but love has no ends. They had to bear seperation of decades but no thorns could evaporate their love. A TS/ Two Shots exploring the life of the two eternal lovers. Do drop in if you're interested.

Ramayana It's not just a word but a world of it's own. War, pain, bloodshed, betrayal, wait of years, revenge, ego, dharma, agony and what not. Ramayan is always associated with these things. But ramayan is a bit more than that. It's base is LOVE But love doesn't grow in one day. It's a bud that takes years to bloom. We know about the flowers but not about the buds. Let's peep into the buds of Ramayan. Raghili is a combination of two words. Raghav and Maithili. Raghav are the descendants of raghu (the four princes of ayodhya) Maithili are the princess of Mithila. Raghili is the union of these souls, the budding of immature buds into graceful blooming flowers. Raghili is the journey of love. This is purely a work of fiction and not meant to hurt anyone's religious sentiments. I will take creative liberty. Hope you like my maiden work. 🏆 1st Runner up at The Ramayana Awards 🏆 2nd Runner up at The Self Made Awards 🏆 2nd Runner up at The Debonair Accord 🏆 2nd Runner up at The Jaya Awards 🏆Best Ramayana Plot at The Indian Mythology Awards 🏆2nd Runner Up at The MythoMagical Awards 🏆1st runner up at the Morpankh Awards 2.0

"There is a place between awake and asleep that seems surreal and enigmatic. The place where you can remember dreaming. That's where I'll love you. That's where I'll be waiting." The tale often retold, through another set of eyes. The mother of all rivalries, breathed upon again, a little differently. Has been- #4 under Arsu

Adharma slowly gains reign over the land of Aryavarta, wickedness slowly seeping into the hearts of the humans. But when a young baby is found in the depths of the earth, the majestic trees of the forest shielding her from all maliciousness, has Aryavarta found its savior? Daughter of Siradhvaja and Sunayana, the consort of the Raghuvamshi Rama Chandra and the reason for the destruction of unrighteousness. But amidst the grey smoke of Kaliyugi delinquency, her tale is maligned. Tracing the voyage of JanakaDuhitri till she returns to being the empress of Vaikuntha; this is Sitayanam, the chronicle of Vaidehi VishvaJanani! Cover By : @a_Vagrant

A glimpse into Simran's diary that accounts of her unimaginable and cherishing experiences in Dwapar yug. The journal is non-chronological and messy like Simran! A psuedo spinoff to HELLO MAHABHARATA. Dive into her sojourn as here we will go through her days- breezy or stormy in Mahabharata! A spinoff to HELLO MAHABHARATA.

A sojourn it is. ❝His scent is petrichor. He shall always be the golden page of my recollections, of beautiful memories. The greatest archer of the time❞ Derived from the Sanskrit word स्मरण (smaraṇa, "the act of remembrance, remembrance, reminiscence, recollection") which leads to the realization of that which is of the highest aspect and purpose in one's life, she shall be true to her name. Mahabharata a heroic tale of ancient times. It is the truth of life. What shall happen when a girl who has always been fantasized by the royal and colossal epic is fortunate to tumble in the era for a sojourn only to return back? It is her journey to learn and nourish the seed of dharma she has in her heart. After the cacophony of storms the trees get uprooted but the saplings stay rooted to the firm ground. Simultaneously, the blasphemy of kaliyug has uprooted many trees of righteousness, but can that little seed of dharma germinated within her make the era prosper with evergreens? HELLO MAHABHARATA| Copyright © 2020 by womenwhobleedsink (To get more insights of her stay in Dwapar yug, sign into her journal 'My days in Mahabharata')

अन्तः अस्ति प्रारंभः। The end is the beginning. A caterpillar dies, to birth a butterfly. Water evaporates to rain down. Dead carcasses fill the stomachs of vultures.Life gives way to death and death to life. In a vicious circle of different karmas and janmas, a soul leaves a decaying body to move onto something better and livelier. But what if certain karmas are found hanging on the thin string between salvation and damnation? This is exactly where Mihira Ramnath Subhedar finds herself. The last of the many Kaliyugis, she was holding on to the narrowest beam that would lead her towards eternal the light, or so she thought. Poets were liars, she discovered when the end neared. There was nothing peaceful about death, no rest and no respite; just an ounce of faith which made her believe that she would finally find a place at the Lord's feet. But the ever merciful Leeladhari had discrete intents for such a soul that had just witnessed the end of the heinous yuga. "No, ain't Vaikuntha but Dvāpara. Good luck completing the unfinished business!" Walk along the aisle with Mihira while she embarks on the greatest pilgrimage of her rekindled life, witnesses the red of the Swastika being washed over by the red of vengeful blood and being swept off her feet by a man she'd never heard of.

Ever thought have went inside the mind, of the world's greatest archer? This book fathoms the deepest ends of Savyasachi.

" There are no happy endings. Endings are the saddest part "~ Once focused, the arrow flies out of the bow's grasp towards its target. But, what after it has hit it? The bloody carnage of Kurukshetra has finally ended. The Pandavas emerge victoriously but at the corpses of their slain kin. They won the war, and now have been gifted with tears of blood. Read, this novel for knowing how the cope with it. ~ Author 🙏