Mahabharata isn't a love story? Well once while reading I came across a surprise. Each page of the epic, has another page glued to it, and when you tear open the stuck parchments, you'll find a breathing, bleeding tale of love. You'll find a hidden story, a KAHAANI.

Marriage, a union of two souls. However, that is not the case for the five pandav brothers, who are bound by destiny to a single woman, by the holy matrimony. A matrimony that is considered unrighteous by every law and ethic of the society. Life had never been easy for the five mighty warrior princes of Hastinapur. The powerful and possessive males of Hastinapur had never imagined sharing a wife. The sweet, innocent Princess of Panchaal, who is practically unaware of every evil that the world possesses. Exploring her new relationship and home, was a challenge of its own. Till everything began to go down the hill. Unknown to all of them, breeds a danger, a not so beautiful past, that threatens to snatch away the wife of Pandavas. And breaking the union. Lies are weaved, as plots are made, attacks are planned, trust and hearts are broken. Join on the journey of Pandavas and Panchaali, the journey of love and sacrifices. . . ☆☆☆ Hiya everyone! I am back with another story, yea the description sucks, as I am not able to explain clearly, but do give this story a shot. This story is a work of fiction, and doesn't intend to harm anyone's believes and feelings. Do enjoy! And do not forget to vote and comment! (KINDLY NOTE THE IMAGES USED IN THE BOOK AND IN COVER BELONGS TO THEIR ORIGINAL AUTHOR, I HAVE TAKEN THE IMAGE FROM GOOGLE & PINTEREST) XOXO, Nick❤

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')

Urmila is a princess from the beautiful kingdom of Videha. As amazing and spectacular as her princess agenda must be, she has exactly two priorities: 1) Her sister, Sita, living a happy life, no matter what she does, who she marries, if she marries at all. 2) Her always living with her sister Sita, because that's the only way she'll be happy. So when Sita gets married to Prince Ram from the massive empire of Kosala, it's only fair that Urmila tags along. As the wife of Ram's younger brother, Lakshman? Oh well. She didn't quite expect that. And what of those mysterious rumors surrounding him? Her husband, with strangely serpentine manners. A dark aura hanging around him, shadows surrounding his stature, dark eyes and angrier soul? Could he really be the infamous King of the Serpents? With a dangerous new husband, in a massive castle surrounded by secrets, Urmila isn't quite sure what to do. All she knows? She has to survive. After all, it's either that, or being separated from her sister. Forever. (Warning: this story is a Lakshmila ROMCOM, not a steamy Wattpad mafia story)

Hidden behind those red blindfolds, were curious eyes that once saw the world, soaked it's hue and carried dreams like every other girl. Gandhari, mother of 101 kids, sister of Shakuni but most importantly, she was yet another bird shackled by rules. We read about people who break rules and come out of their condition but this story is about a person who learns to accept her fate as she moves ahead in her journey of life, sometimes molding herself whilst other times finding leeway. •❅─────✧❅✦❅✧─────❅• "Gandhari, you have changed." My brother said in a heavy tone, his eyes carrying an unknown guilt. "Maybe because now I have been trained for every action I take." I mumbled out the truth. •❅─────✧❅✦❅✧─────❅• This book is fiction not everything is according to Mahabharata, please refrain from pointing that events are not matching. Only the characters are taken from the epic, this book can be read even without much information regarding Mahabharata. This work is an original work. Please refrain from using this somewhere else.

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.

Her love and devotion for the epic history of Mahabharata led her to travel to the past, the era of Mahabharata Dwapara Yug. As the sister of Krishna, our Dhaksha is here to discover her destiny in this epic story. What tragedies will she encounter throughout her journey? How will Dhaksha be connected to all? Will Dhaksha play a significant role in this history? Will she discover her destiny? Will she learn why she travelled to the past and became Krishn's sister? Check out this book to learn about her journey throughout the whole story. Disclaimer: Fiction added to this story is not meant to hurt anyone's perspective. It's purely for entertainment. #historicalfiction Vote and comment:)

In the 900 BCE, Iron Age of India , a devastating war takes place between the two branches of the same tree. The infamous rivalry between the two sets of cousins of the Kuru household is known to every Indian, this book is nothing but another fictional retelling of the ultimate eighteen days of blood, vengeance and rivalry in Kurukshetra. As the horizon of the incredible saga of Jaya nears , the armies clash for the final time on the battlefield of Kurukshetra----> Yudhisthira is despairing for a truce, Bheeshma is stricken to see the destruction of the work of a lifetime, Drona is compelled to choose between his beloved son and his devoted disciple, Arjuna is haunted by memories of the past, Bheema is restless to slash the bones of the Kauravas, Abhimanyu is desperate to prove himself to his father, Karna is hating the world for it's injustice, Duryodhan is determined to either kill the Pandavas or get killed himself and what about Krishna? He witnesses it all with a smile on his face, for the saga of Mahabharat, the tale of Jaya is about nothing but the stories of men and their lives, until wisdom prevails. Presented to you a fictional retelling of the eighteen days of the most devastating war in human history. Happy Reading :) Yatho Dharmo, Tatho Jaya!!!

"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

" 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 🙏