What time if instead of 5 there were 6 Pandavas . What if the third oldest Pandava was born from a Essence of Jagatpita , maha Vishnu . "Dhruv, a soul transcending time, journeys through the ages, bound by duty and desire. His heart beats for Riddhi, his eternal love, across the expanse of eternity." "The one who follows dharm tend to fall in dharm sankat " ________________________________________________ Now if Vishnu will come to earth , then his beloved lakshmi will always be at his side ....... ________________________________________________ What if Draupadi had a younger sister . What is she was born from essence of Jagatmata , Devi shree Lakshmi . RIDDHIKA : a radiant soul born of divine light, shines like a star across the vast expanse of time. Her gentle heart beats with an unyielding spirit, guiding her through the labyrinth of fate, where love and destiny await." "The world is drives from love. A mother loves her child . God love it's devotee , a husband loves his wife ...without love the world is null" _______________________________________________ They both are born in kalyug due to their destiny & will return to dwaparyug to complete their destiny. ______________________________________________ ** includes mature scenes 🔞** **i am not shipping oc with Mahabharat characters ** ______________________________________________ #1 in kaurava on 6 july 2025 #1 in dushasan on 6 feb 2025 #1 in karna on 11 nov 2025

❝𝑰 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔❞ It was so strange; everything she used to tell herself was up in smoke now. She was begging. Fucking begging. Mikazuki felt like porcelain, pieces of her slowly cracking, the immaculate white shattering into a million pieces while the golden blood she'd been cursed with filled the crevices. Beautiful, but also broken. "I'll be good!" Mikazuki promised, her face pale and weary. "I promise I'll be good! I'll do whatever you want!" She was babbling nonsense now; between the blood-loss and the agony, there wasn't a shred of sanity left in her mind. "I'll be a better daughter, the heiress you wanted. I'll be good, I will love you like I should." A single tear rolled down her cheek. "Dad, I love you. Please." And like a delicate porcelain doll, Kinzoku Mikazuki cracked. - Gojo Satoru was the strongest sorcerer alive. Kinzoku Mikazuki was the spare. Two incredibly powerful sorcerers discovering what the real meaning of 'equal' is while dismantling the world of jujutsu, one sorcerer at a time. - ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜱᴄʜᴇᴅᴜʟᴇ: ᴡᴇᴅɴᴇꜱᴅᴀʏ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱᴘᴏꜱᴛᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀᴏ3 & ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ - ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴠɪɪ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒊 ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ

There's an art to counseling people who could obliterate you with a stray thought. It's called "surviving despite being the weakest person in the room while somehow convincing these apex predators to talk about their feelings." Gojo claims you're the best at it. You suspect that's only because everyone else was sane enough to pick a different career. In other words, you're a clinical psychologist in charge of making sure these emotionally constipated sorcerers don't spontaneously combust - either from repressed trauma or from trying to kill each other over the last cup of coffee. At least, you have good health insurance. You certainly need it.

As a sorcerer with a deep respect for the scientific method, you believe in pushing boundaries, asking the tough questions, and occasionally poking things that are better left un-poked. Fortunately, you have a partner in your noble quest for knowledge: Okkotsu Yuuta. He serves as your designated bodyguard, human shield, and the only person powerful enough to survive your shenanigans. A love story for anyone who believes the best way to understand the human heart is to accidentally set it on fire first. For science, of course. Cover art credit: https://pin.it/2ohFQAjkF