❝I was born to disappear. Then a fire looked at me and refused to let me.❞ Agnija, the empire's finest Rupantari, is sent to wear a stranger's face and win a prince's trust - until the trust becomes love, and the love becomes a lie she can no longer wear. ──────⋅⋅──────⋅⋅────── "Say my name," he murmured, low, aching, his mouth close to her ear. "Savyasachi." Barely more than breath, and something in his eyes darkened at the sound of it, as though her voice alone were a kind of touch he could not get enough of. "Whatever you are hiding from me," he said quietly, "I have known for weeks there is something. But I watched you weep for a woman's pain as though it were carved into your own chest, and I do not believe, whatever else is true, that what I am watching is a lie." ──────⋅⋅──────⋅⋅────── 𓆩♡𓆪 morally complicated people making catastrophically romantic decisions 𓆩♡𓆪 identity, deception & oh no, he sees me 𓆩♡𓆪 ancient courts, old magic & dangerous secrets 𓆩♡𓆪 yearning with absolutely nowhere sensible to go 𓆩♡𓆪 a woman who has worn a hundred faces learning what it means to have one of her own 𓆩♡𓆪 a prince who knows she is lying and chooses to look closer ──────⋅⋅──────⋅⋅────── genre: historical fantasy · romance · political intrigue content: mature themes status: completed - august 16, 2026 ──────⋅⋅──────⋅⋅────── come for the woman who learned to survive in a hundred skins. stay for the one who refuses to be erased by love, empire, or anything that tries to name her.

"Let's explore the world, man. First, we should go to the Himalayas," Ravi said as he was searching best spiritual places of India on his cell phone. "We're not going anywhere," Sid said sharply, his eyes narrowed in disbelief. "Isn't that what you want?" Ravi snapped, for him, Sid was such a killjoy. "The search for truth? That's how all yogis in the past began their journey. Off to the Himalayas for years, and boom, return like you're a God. Do you want peace or not?" Sid felt the question landed him on the horns of a dilemma. He did want to search the truth (the inner calling which he yearns to follow), but at the same time he knew it was impossible to cut off all his attachments. Hey, Mom! I'm going to the Himalayas, don't know when I will return. Life isn't this easy. A moment later, however, the reality hit him like a ball. It's true that most of the great spiritualists ended up in the Himalayas. ___________ Sid's life was ordinary like yours and mine, where you'd find no fantasy or fiction. But he was the possessor of extraordinary trait; he was looking for answers. Little did he know that we're living in a post-truth world. Some say it's an age where truth no longer matters. If you reason with people based on facts they'll explain away their beliefs by saying, "It's true to me and that's all that matters." Politicians spin the yarn of their agenda from time to time, media telecast news based on their political leanings. Social media has led us into an information war. Despite of above all harsh realities, Sid set himself off to find truth. A quest of self-discovery. How about you take this journey with Sid in which only love will reign supreme? It's just that you need to redefine the meaning of love.

Since ancient times, a woman's life has been likened to a river. She is born in one place, often unnamed, and flows forward-not by choice, but by circumstance. Along her path, she nourishes all she touches. She gives, but is rarely held. In the end, she reaches the ocean-not as a retreat, but as a return. For the ocean has always waited for her-quiet, vast, eternal. Some poets say it is her destiny; others believe it is the love she was always denied-an ardent longing that defines her journey. Cover and Graphic Edits- @me_idnsd

"Truth is like the Sun, whereas Realization is the first encounter with reality." But when woven, an unwavering path of Self-Realization is created. "Destiny has been changed by you, Karna! Remember that eventide, when you had come to learn archery from me. Remember that moment when you had spoken about your true identity." It's a tale of Self-Realization, "I am the son of Sun God." Of Justice, "From now onwards, you are Prithvi-The Protector of Common People." Of Love, "I will fill this world with the colors of love." It's the journey of an ordinary boy whose truth became the reason for his Self-Realization. Let's join the magical and Pulchritudinous journey of Karna when he speaks the truth about his caste to his teacher Lord Parashurama. It's the life of Karna, his questions, his views, his visions, and I invite you into Karna's Realization. Flip the pages to unravel the essence of truth and Self-Realization. ━━━━━━━༺۵༻━━━━━━━ Featured by: @HistoricalFiction, @Fantasy @lowfantasy, @AmbassadorsIN, @Highfantasy, @action, and @adventure. Cover, Banner and mockup credits:- @Anoralily. Aesthetics credits: @hazelwolfx.

Featured - @AmbassadorsIN , @highfantasy "No winter lasts forever, no spring skips its turn." Suthanu has always known who she is - the cherished only daughter of Yudhishthira, the embodiment of dharma, and Draupadi, whose fire reshaped an age. Growing up within the golden walls of Indraprastha, she is her family's joy, her people's light, and the living promise of everything the Pandavas fought to build. Then the Dice Game happens. And in a single, catastrophic throw, everything is gone. With her family shattered and Indraprastha lost, Suthanu refuses to let her parent's legacy crumble into dust. She will fight to protect what remains of her family and find a way to reclaim what was stolen - even if the path forward cuts straight through her grief. What she doesn't plan for is Bhanu. Son of Krishna, equal parts charming and guarded, he enters her fractured world carrying a quiet determination she wasn't expecting and a fate that seems impossibly tangled with hers. He could be her greatest ally - or the one complication dharma simply cannot afford. Because in a world where ancient evil stirs in the shadows and dharma is already asking everything of her, falling for the son of Krishna might be the one battle Suthanu isn't equipped to win. Can the daughter of the Pandavas restore a broken legacy - and is she willing to risk her heart to do it? A Mahabharata-inspired mythology retelling with royal romance, shattered kingdoms, and the eternal pull between duty and desire. © 2024 Akshayaa Mahesh

[ Featured - @AmbassadorsIN ] From your hand, anything can be stolen. From your destiny, nothing. • • • With a complexion darker than the darkest nights and, a voice sweeter than honey, he was the most charming youth anyone had seen. Children and animals of all kinds were his frequent companions. His untamed curls would sway under the breeze, a smile on his lips as he spent his days under the sun, plucking fruits from trees, running around and playing his flute. But all was not happy as it seemed. His beloved, his Radha, had strayed far from him. She had turned her back on him, grieving with her broken heart all by herself. For her, he was just a frivolous flute player, a temporary guest in her house. For him, she was a part of him. Just like the many others, she, too, was precious for him. • • • Word count || 15,918 Cover: ReynaBennett Banner: Nakshatra012m • • • If you are reading this story on a platform other than Wattpad, kindly log off and scan your device for any possible viruses. Story will be re-edited, again, in the near future when I'm no longer lazy. • • • Romance | AmbassadorsIN - 12/11/24