Murderer. Gambler. Thief. Seductress. Liar. A woman made of masks. King. Warrior. Brahmin. Son. Friend. A man born of legacy. 𝘞𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘦. They should've destroyed each other. And yet, here he was. Freshly anointed. A kingdom in his hands. A crown on his head. ...and a snake in his dungeons. They'd warned him: 𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬. 𝘙𝘪𝘱 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯. Unfortunately, Ashwathama was 𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗲 at following instructions. Their story didn't start with love. It started with lies. With wounds. With a game no one was supposed to win. And a few millenia down the line, through the ache of memories and the weight of years, he stops to think, 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙛 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡? "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲." "𝐍𝐨. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝐭𝐨." She was just trying to survive He was just trying to rule Somehow they ended up inside each other 🫶 DISCLAIMER: this isn't meant to hurt anyone's religious sentiments in any way. everyone's beliefs deserve respect, and if u feel something is hurtful, lemme know.

They say history celebrates its heroes, remembers its villains, and erases its 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔. But nothing erased stays hidden. Mistakes are meant to burn. Suffocate. Ache. They coil around the finger until it bleeds-or are carried by a yuga-but they never stay buried. An ordinary girl, Tarika Singh, entered Dwaparyug-and learned fire does not always burn. Sometimes- The scorching heat is Karn, the abandoned giver. The silent flare is Yudhishthir, the puppet of dharma. The cackling flame is Bheem, the weapon of vengeance. The curling smoke is Arjun, the dancer of battlefields. The biting spark is Nakul, the healer of destruction. The glowing coal is Sahdev, the foreseer of destiny. They say, fear the villains. As if they began it all. As if the world were not threads - pulled, twisted, strangled - each cutting the other. Some thread tightens like Duryodhan, desperate for the crown. Some knots itself like Dushasan, loyal until he forgets where he ends. Some loosens itself like Vikarn, questioning even the blood in his veins. It is law...threads burn when touched by flame. Only she decides whether they bind or snap. But She is no longer Tarika here. And the myth is no longer myth. 𝑨𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒂. Daughter of the Sun. Sister of warriors. The ruiner... or the redeemer? It depends on who tells the tale. Because, To hear of the Mahabharata is one thing. To live it, surrounded by unknown faces, is another. Among the 'unknown', two men became her world, standing beside her, one like a vow, the other like a sin. Both willing to fall, if it meant she would not stand alone. "I wonder if the stars are jealous- they've never been looked at the way I look at her." "If the gods made her... perhaps they aren't so useless after all." ▪previously titled as Threads of Flames

Duryodhana and Bhanumati's Enigmatic Bond The suyodhana that the world doesn't know The suyodhana who loves his queen, his wife. his world The eldest Gandharinandan who was just an innocent child thrown into the poltics of the world he was too young to distinguish what was dhrama and adharama The child who has yearned to parental love in childhood who's mind got blinded with jealousy way before he could understand what it was The child who was Casted into Life's Cruel Abyss what will happen when he will get the love he yearned for from someone who's soul was meant to be with him together forever but Destiny weaves its tapestry

It takes guts to live as a mortal woman amongst those with divine or abnormal births. One is left to wonder: does she bring out the mortal in them or do they bring out the divine in her? Mrinali has been wiped off of the face of Mahabharata lore. But she is here at last to tell her tale. The human who harnessed the children of the divine and the divine themselves is here to tell her story. Queen. Queen Mother. Arjun's spouse. Karna's best friend. Mrinali will conquer their hearts and look damn good while doing it. #1 in 'Mahabharata' - 29/01/24 #1 in 'Pandavas' - 22/10/24 #1 in 'Arjuna' - 3/01/23 #2 in 'Nakul' - 22/03/24

This story is a Standalone Spin-off of an Alternate Universe Fanfic of Petrichor - Time Travel To Mahabharat and it basically starts with Vaishnavi aka Ishwari leaving Arjun alone in Dwapar Yuga after the events of Kurukshetra war and even chooses to forget every memory of Dwapar Yuga especially all memories of Arjun. Special Thanks to Oobaa @sucker_for_art aka the original author of Petrichor for helping me out in this. This is a limited edition story so give all the love you can to this story.

In the sacred shadows of Bhagwan Parshuram's Gurukul, where warriors learn to bend fate and honor commands every breath, a forbidden flame flickers-hidden deep, where even legends dare not peek. 🔥 Devavrat (Bhishma)-the unbreakable, the embodiment of duty, and the guy who made the ultimate "no dating" promise before it was cool-rocks the kingdom with his epic vows. But guess what? Beneath that stoic armor beats a heart that might just have mastered the art of sneaky love. Enter Chandralekha-part firecracker, part mystery, all sass-from a music and dance school just a stone's throw away. She's the wild note in Bhishma's perfectly composed life... and oh boy, does she play him like a sitar! 🎶💃 Their romance? Picture stolen glances that could melt mountains, secret smiles that could start wars, and heartbeats syncing like a forbidden drum circle. Bhishma was supposed to be the king of celibacy (seriously, the ultimate "single for life" pledge), but Chandralekha dropped the beat and rocked his resolve! Could a man chained by vows actually fall? Spoiler alert: YES, and with all the dramatic flair you'd expect from an epic war waiting to happen. 💔⚔️ But hold your horses-because this love story's got more twists than a royal chariot race. Tragedy isn't just knocking; it's throwing a full-on tantrum. When Chandralekha faces fate's darkest stage, and Bhishma's left clutching not just arrows but memories sharper than any weapon, love morphs into a fierce battlefield of passion, sacrifice, and midnight sass. 😢🔥 "Vows and Veils" isn't just another epic-it's a rollercoaster of heartbreak, laughter (expect belly-aching chuckles), secrets darker than a moonless night, and juicy revelations that even Parshuram would raise an eyebrow at. 😉 Think you know Bhishma? Think again. Dive into this secret chapter of history where love breaks rules, vows shatter, and behind every epic hero is a love story too wild for myth. Ready to unravel the mystery?

HER DEMON A story of the forbidden, the fated, and the fire that never died. The demon. Her demon. She was the moon-gentle, serene, cloaked in a glow that calmed the wildest storms. But behind that soft smile lay unspoken chaos... a soul that had seen lifetimes, a fire buried deep under elegance. And he-he was the night. Not just its silence, but its shadows. Proud, raw, raging. A storm that no one dared to tame. A fire that burned everything it touched. They were night and moon. Darkness and glow. Clash and calm. Broken and whole. Incomplete... without each other. For only her devil could command his demon. Only her voice could silence his wrath. Only her presence could still the war within him. But what if the universe-tired of watching history repeat pain-chose to intervene? What if Narayan decided to play again, not with a flute this time, but with fate itself? What if the great Mahabharat, written in stone, was granted a new page? What if Duryodhan, the king of lost causes, the misunderstood warrior of Hastinapur, was given another chance? Not to change the war-but to change the reason he went to war. Not to reclaim a throne- And what if two hearts from Kaliyug, separated by time and tragedy, were reborn in Dwaparyug? Carrying the memories, the madness, the ache of a love that never found its forever? He was known as Hridav-fierce, feared. She was known as Vriddhi-graceful, wild, divine. But the time played & made them Duryodhan and Vartika. This is not the Mahabharat you know. This is the Mahabharat Krishna chose to rewrite. A tale where love is darker than war. Where the demon is not evil-but deeply human. And where the heroine doesn't slay the monster... she loves him. HER DEMON A story of souls reborn. Of fate reshaped. Of a love so fierce, even time dared not touch it. #1 in yudhishthir #2 in narayan

Nihira, a modern girl, is mysteriously transported to the era of the Mahabharata. At Dronacharya's ashram, she falls for the fierce Ashwathama. However, as she uncovers dark truths and faces deadly threats, her loyalties are tested by a second lover, Karna intensifying the drama. Betrayal by her own loved ones for power, and the ever-present danger of death, entangle Nihira in a web of love, lust, and political intrigue. Set in the tumultuous Dwapar Yuga, this is a thrilling journey of heartbreaks, power struggles, and epic battles akin to a timeless game of thrones. "𝘛𝘸𝘰 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩? 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧? 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮."