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.

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

"You... you are... here." His voice came out as he whispered, surprising me. I tilted my head slightly and looked at him, responding to him. I licked my lips as I spoke back to him, "Sorry. I don't get what you are saying." I tried to keep it simple. But just as his soft fingers caressed my cheeks like a feather gracing over them, his cold fingers felt so good at the top of my heated cheeks that my body melted at his touch. "Ahh," I gasped at his sudden closeness and touch. I found myself leaning into it. He slowly leaned in, and his hot breath grazed the tops of my lips as I yearned for them to touch mine. Something then I didn't realise would cause the destruction I witnessed through the screen. ___________________________________________________________________ What happens when the villain's heart is filled with one face, the face that has guided him all his life, loved him, and been with him? Bhalla was many things, but he was a lover to his Nandhini, the sole thing holding up his humanity, his anchor from the world, which never supported him. But the only thing is that she is not from his reality or even real. She only visits him in his dreams, and in that dream, he lived, loved, and cherished; for him, that is his reality. Suddenly, he disappeared, leaving him in darkness as he had to fend off his nights with dreamless sleep. Only for her to appear in his reality without knowing him and their connection. Will the villain go to any extreme to get her back to him? To make her love him and see things from his perspective. She is his Niyati. Bhalladeva x OC

Vagmi, a simple girl in the royal household of Panchal finds herself tangled between the webs of love and hatred of two men, unable to keep up with the imbalances of her life. And things get worse when she finds the thin line between love and hate blurring, leaving her in a mess of her own feelings. Let's see if she can get past the conflicts of her heart and realise where her destiny truly lies. . . . . 'There is a very fine line between love and hatred and people would do anything for both.'

War. Suffering. Despair. The year 4350, Kali Yuga's peak. Virtue and dharma had disappeared from the face of Earth long back and all that remained now was despair. To escape from the hell they called home, Syxira and Zolani agree to be scapegoats for a time travel experiment. When the time-travel experiment goes wrong, they're sent back to the era of Dwapar Yuga, a time of gods and kings. Thrown back in time to the epic of Mahabharat, they find solace near the banks of the Ganga, the forests of Aryavarta and the palaces of Hastinapur. They view the epic from far away, but can't help being drawn in themselves. But they face their worst enemy-God himself. Because even in this new world, their hatred for Krishna runs deep. The cheeky, flute-playing God hadn't helped them as they lost everything in Kaliyug. Yet, here he played his flute with no worries in mind. They argue all day, and scream all night but never make up for the silly fights. But, will their fury keep them from finding peace or will they have to confront the very gods they despise? Will they ever let themselves be a part of the famous tale of Mahabharat? ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ This book is being written in collaboration of Error_1242 and bhadra-.

For Leela, touch is not just a thing, but it's her vision, her life. From identifying something to visualising a human being, everything comes with a touch. For her, it's her eyes. For the one she lost, she had received a skill like a bargain... she could sculpt anything and everything. Sculpting is not new for her, it's in her blood, her father a great and well-known sculptor of Mahismati same as her grandfather and all of her ancestors probably. But none like her, as she can't see the thing through her eyes but through her mind with her touch. For Bhalla, touch is not an option; He is a prince, untouchable, never lowered to the level of those beneath him. But what happens when a sculptor blinds the faith he carried for so long, only to invoke something much more powerful, the hunger... not just any hunger, but the one that wants to ravish and ruin the perfectly imperfect little lamb before him. The one who dared to touch him. And now he doesn't dare to let go before he ruins her for anyone.