"Heavy is the head that wears the crown" Ephemera: Nothing is permanent, flowers that bloomed will die in a matter of weeks, before the trees leaf out and shade them. Everything is passing and precious. No empire lasts forever, no dynasty continues unbroken. All that matters is whether we did what we could with the life that was given to us. Yudhishthira. Bheem. Arjun. Nakul. Sahadev. The five famous sons of pandu. An abandoned brother. An unprecedented sister. Traitors. A burning palace. Poison. Humiliation. Misconceptions. Betrayals. What if you had to pick between your siblings who would follow you to death or the love of your life? Who would you pick? Dhriti, the daughter of death. Draupadi, the daughter of fire. The dying embers of a fading fire. Fire and ash never mix, do they? But maybe, just maybe, they can change something and save the five brothers. Or will they scorch anything they touch? "I was ready to die for you, but never realized that it was you who will kill me." A traitor only becomes one if their plot is discovered. The imposition of guilt means nothing to those who feign loyalty. Then, with their own hand writing history, such traitors may wear the clothes of patriots. ~~~~ Join this beautiful journey of finding trust again, of reaching depths unknown, unrevealed truths being revealed, injustice at its perk, love turns to betrayal- an impact that ripples through time . For eternity is ephemeral at best. ~~~~~~ Cover by @Nightfall_21

The Upapandavas, also known as Draupadeyas and Kaarshaneyas, were the five unsung heroes of the Mahabharata. Prativindhya, Aryavart's crowned prince, Sutasoma, the family's guardian, Shatanika, the valiant deputy commander, Shrutasena, the silent yet admired prince, and Shrutakarma, the youngest but bravest archer, faced betrayal and humiliation from their paternal Kaurava relatives. Meanwhile, Satyaki, envious of Prativindhya, plotted to usurp his position in favor of his stepbrother, Abhimanyu, adding to their trials of loyalty and honor.

* This story is not strictly based on the Mahabharata epic. It has several fictional scenes. I'm writing this as a token of my respect for Yudhishtir and do not mean to offend anyone* Cover Credit: My first ever sakhi here @Yudhiiwrites❤️ Thank you soo much!! Hey guys!! Actually, Pranipat everyone!! I'm relatively new here and am trying my hand at writing something about the great Dharmaraj Yudhishtir. This is my first story here, and I really hope you readers like it.😊 This story is a love story, starring Samrat Yudhishtir & Samragyi Draupadi. I hope I will be able to pen something you guys will enjoy reading. What if Kunti's words caused Draupadi to marry the righteous Yudhishtir? What is the future of this sudden, unexpected marriage?? Please vote and comment. It will mean so much to me and inspire me to do better. 😊😊 --- Dharmasakhi

This tale narrates the passionate love story of two eternal lovers: mature, calm on the outside with a fire of determination within their beings. Set against the backdrop of a patriarchal society. A woman bears the brunt of all misgivings, wether or not it is her fault. A marriage is the union of two souls, who of their free will promise to love, cherish & respect each other for life. However, what is the fate of a marriage that is solely for namesake, only to preserve the honour of a woman, her reputation? Princess Draupadi is the youngest princess of the powerful kingdom of Panchal, & has the best of all the luxuries of a princess, except for the one thing she craves for: Love. Rejected & belittled by her own twin & father, Panchaali, who is the most beautiful woman of her time, prophesied to change the destiny of Aaryavart looses faith in life & sets off to end it. Panduputra Yudhishthir, the eldest Kuru prince & Pandava, rescues her, & as fate decides, marries her. Can he heal his wife, showing her what it is to be loved & cherished beyond measure? Can he help her manifest into the strong, bold beauty that is Yagyaseni, the future empress of Aaryavart who is born to end Adharma? Read on to know as they explore life together, as each other's support system & together accomplish the journey to becoming the greatest Samraat- Samragyi of all times. NOTE: While, there will not be any graphic content included here, the story does revolve around a mature theme that deals with the patriarchal idealogy of women being objects only meant to serve & please men. ******* Hey all! I'm here with a new book! Note: This story is inspired & has the characters from the masterpiece that is Mahabharat but not all plots match the epic. I have no intention of dishonouring any of the characters of the original great epic. This is but a peice of fiction meant for enjoyment. The credit of this stunningly beautiful banner goes to my dear sakhi @Yudhiiwrites😘

" Yadi aapki patni aapse kuch mange , toh aap denge Aarya? Mana toh nahi karenge na?" Her sweet melodious voice made his heart flutter like a young, naive teenager, not the calm man who had gained absolute control on his emotions. There was an almost awkward silence for a moment in the room that had been so beautifully decorated for their wedding night, before he spoke. It seemed he had nearly lost his voice, for it took far too much effort to speak up. " Mana toh nahi karunga, kintu de bhi kya sakta hoon...swayam ko praapt hui bhiksha ke atirikt..." His lashes were lowered, & he looked so sad that her heart clenched. He looked on in mild surprise when she lifted his hand where it was resting in his lap. She held his large, masculine, work-worn calloused palms in her soft, delicate ones. He nearly stopped breathing when her rosebud lips pressing sweet kisses against the skin in the centre of his open palm. Blood rushed to his cheeks, causing them to turn a rare shade of crimson much like hers.No woman had touched him like this before. " Uski koi avashyakta nahi hai, Aarya. Mere liye toh aapke hriday mein ek chota sa sthaan aur apna samast jeevan aapke saath bitaane ka avsar hi pariyapt hai." She told at him with a smile which sent his heart thundering , while she lost herself in the depth of those pools of molten copper. This beautiful cover for the story is created by my dear sakhi @Yudhiiwrites 🌹❣️ ********* I have always wondered, What if Draupadi chose Yudhishthir in her Swayamvar? That says it all....😉

Writing is not my cup of tea. I am just writing this story for my satisfaction. I thought to share this with you all. Also I am writing for the first time. This story will be short. Ofcourse there will be little changes in the story. I will recreate the masterji's case and KarEena's reunion. And my favourite part in this story is bulbul ka anth. It will have a happy ending. Hope you all will like it. Stay tuned. Take care. Have a good time.😊😊

Was it love or justice, she wondered- And the universe whispered: You pronounced the truth. Ilina was called many names throughout her life: a warrior, the daughter of Hastinapur and the heart of Rajkumari Charvi. But when the court brands her a traitor, the lines of righteous and unrighteous blur as seeds of vengeance are sown Torn from the woman she loves and forced into the wilderness like an orphan, she must learn to rise from the ashes of injustice to the fire of justice. This is Ilina's journey from the exiled soldier of Hastinapur to the fireband who knows only to bow to the woman she loves- For she will burn the world for Rajkumari Charvi, and the world will have no choice but to burn along with her. Sᴛᴀʀᴛ: 21/06/2025 Eɴᴅ: TBA

A MAHABHARATA RETELLING ~~~ All the other flowers in the garden were brought up to envy the rose. Maybe shun it even. And admire it, too. Unusual ways. Too-red petals, too-sharp thorns, too-sweet fragrance. If only each flower did not have a mind of its own. If only stories were truly what one hand wrote them to be. If only the blood on every thorn was the fault of the rose and not that of the hunter. ~~~ Her breathing had suddenly halted as her eyes had accidentally landed on a piece of paper carelessly tucked under the lampholder on the bedside table. It looked like the work of a royal servant who had accidentally come across it while cleaning the room and then picked it up and tucked it away. She had carefully sat up and reached for it. The hot metal of the lampholder - like the one she had seen Draupadi seamlessly remove from a counter - had almost seared her palm, as she had hurriedly but carefully pushed it aside and retrieved the folded piece of what seemed like pearlescent paper. Touching it had felt like a grave invasion of privacy, but the curiosity that had suddenly roared and raced within her like a great river breaking free off a cliff. She had hurriedly unfolded the paper and had been greeted by a not-so-perfect handwriting and a volley of letters. It was a letter. A letter that looked like someone had ripped their heart out and presented it to someone on a piece of pearlescent paper. ~~~ WARNINGS: Scenes of intimacy and violence, possible hints of self-harm or similar intentions

In 408,899 CE, where righteousness is a dying ember, Ehimay Agrawal, arrogant heir to a corporate empire, dared to desecrate a legend. His insults against a revered woman from the Mahabharat pierced the heavens, drawing the ire of the gods. A drunken night, a tragic accident... and he awakens trapped within the body of a woman. Was it punishment? Or a chance at redemption in a world teetering on the brink? Genre | Historical fiction