A hundred years ago, she was betrayed. Burned alive by the ones she trusted. By the king she served. By the village she once called home. Her name was Shravani woman so beautiful, so enigmatic, that her story became a legend whispered through generations. They said her soul never left. Now, in the present day, Rithvik returns to the village after twelve years-just before Shivaratri. But he comes back with more than memories. He carries a blessing from lord shiva, a connection... and unknowingly, the key to her return. What happens when the past claws its way back through fire and blood? Can love survive even after death? And is revenge ever truly complete? Some stories are buried in time. But some legends never die.

A 21st century girl entered Dwarpayuga to complete a legend. A selfless act can change someone's destiny she didn't believe it until it changed hers. Everything comes with a price don't they. She is the living embodiment of justice, strength, devotion, heroism, grace, wisdom, tragedy & radiant loyalty (⁠*⁠_⁠*⁠) This story plot is fully based on my imagination. It's not intended to harm, judge or criticize any culture/believes. This is my first time writing in this genre, so please do forgive my errors.

When a magical stone goes wrong, the whole Mahabharata court ends up watching a girl from the future... live her normal life with her little brother. She's chaotic, smart, emotional, and somehow connected to them in ways she doesn't even know. Time itself bends as laughter, tears, and secrets unfold-and Krishna claims he's "just here for fun."

In the quiet spaces between fate and free will, where shadows linger just beyond the reach of light, a story breathes-half whispered, half hidden-waiting to be found. Here, warriors carry secrets deeper than their swords, and gods walk unseen, their presence felt in fleeting glances. A friendship woven with threads of loyalty and longing, a love that treads softly on the edge of silence and storm. Paths cross in twilight's hush, where promises hover like mist, and destinies are written in riddles. Not all is as it seems- and the heart's true journey lies beneath the surface, where courage and mystery intertwine. Step closer, if you dare- for in this tale, the unseen holds more power than the known.

Worlds split. Realms bleed. And through it all flows Prāṇna - the breath of life-the last thread holding existence together. Only the rarest warriors can master it, soul-forging weapons with focus so absolute that a whisper of doubt shatters it. Each strike carves a piece of their life. Here rivers remember. storms listen. stone itself may rise to protect... or crush. A place where heroes are not born but forged in fire, in silence, in sacrifice. When the sky stops mid-breath and the wind chokes on silence... the next chapter is about to be written in blood. Because beyond the light stands Kali, the Devourer of Ages - his hunger so vast, even time gnaws its tail to escape him, and his blood-clan, the Corrupted Lords bound by fragments of his will, his shadow touches every corner of the realms. Face them all... -and the world itself may hold its breath.

Karna had always known the sting of being less than what his spirit longed to be. Denied by Drona, mocked for his birth, he should have walked away alone. Yet that day, two hands reached for his-Duryodhana's, burning with pride and loyalty, and Ashwatthama's, aching to step out of his father's shadow. What began as rejection became brotherhood. Three boys, bound not by blood but by the wounds the world carved into them, chose each other against the tide of tradition. In their laughter, their rage, their quiet promises, they discovered a strength no guru could give: the will to stand, together, even when the heavens themselves decreed otherwise as they started on the journey to make a mark on the strings of destiny themselves. This is not the tale of princes and destiny alone- it is the story of friendship born in defiance, of hearts that refused to break, and of a path where love and loyalty mattered more than fate. A tale where three brothers come together- bound by honor and not by blood- to protect and to stop injustice from spreading and corrupting the ones they love.

Two maids were cleaning a vast chamber when the younger maid asked the older one, "Didisa, you have been working in the palace for two decades right. Please tell me why are we cleaning this already clean chamber?". The older one smiled and said, "Although this chamber is always kept clean, it should be cleaned before anyone can reside here. And above all, our Ranisa is coming back to the palace". The younger maid didn't seem to accept it as a good news and said, "Whoever may come, but they cannot become equal to our choti Ranisa. She is the most kind, generous and sweetest person I have ever seen. She had never gotten angry on any maids even if they make mistakes. Take my example, I have made such a blunder on my first day here, but choti Ranisa accepted me as her own maid. Who can match her in kindness or even sword fight? And moreover she is Ranasa's heart beat". The old maid sighed and said, "Our Ranisa may not hold the heart of Ranasa. She may not be well versed in sword fight. But there is a reason why she is still our Ranisa. Sometimes one may have to be harsh to deliver justice and not just compromise between the victim and the tormentor. The people should have some fear about getting punished if they do wrong. And that charisma is with our Ranisa". ----------------------------------------------------------- A young girl of 17 years, looked at the retreating back of her newly married husband with a sad face. Just then her brother-in-law seated beside her husband's empty seat said, "Why are you sad, Bhabhisa?". She replied, "It's Nothing devarsa". He glanced back at his bhabhisa one more time and thought, "I don't know when bhaisa will open up with bhabhisa about his heart. She thinks that he is not fond of her. But how would one explain, why he ate the saltless food without a complaint and glared at me to keep my mouth shut. Unless it is for his beloved wife".

The children of the sun were watching their youngest brother not getting his share of respect and his constant suffering and thus decided to intervene. While on the other hand karna thinks that the pandavas are not that bad afterall. He tries to mend the relationship between the Kauravas and Pandavas. Join in the fun with the surya family.

The great Mahabharata war has been over long ago... Sudarshan Chakradhari is now waiting for the curse of Gandhari to show its effect... But an unexpected calamity has come up out of the blue and is now threatening the entire mankind... And the destiny couldn't have been more cruel, thinks the Arjun Sarathi himself, when he gets to know who will have to face this calamity and stop it from causing destruction... Who is that person? What's this calamity? Peep inside to know more.... Thankyou guys for all the support that you have bestowed upon me... #1 out of 828 stories on Krishna

Some are born heroes, others are chosen but she was an accident. She didn't choose the powers, they chose her. But an accident can be a good or a bad one. I just wonder....no, I wish that she had been the other. At least then it wouldn't have happened....