'Sivasya hridayam vishnur-vishnoscha hridayam sivah' Vishnu is the heart of Shiva and likewise Shiva is the heart of Vishnu'. Harihar, the combined form of Hari that is Narayan and Har that is Mahadev represents the concept of oneness of all existence. Meet Amarsri, the feminine physical embodiment of Harihar, see how she takes part in the Mahabharat and becomes the Krishna of Suryaputra Karna.

Harihareshwari is finally united with both Narayan and Mahadev. She maintains the balance of the universe from Harihar lok, sitting on Nagraj Karkotaka with 4 young Brahmins serving her. Being the one for whom Narayan wrecked havoc in Patal lok, she is not exactly loved by Asurs especially Shukracharya. Due to this she has a lot of enemies, and her devotees are an easy target for the wicked Asurs. Watch how she aids and protects her devotees, and solves the problems of Gods with her brothers Kartik and Ganesh. But how did Karkotaka became her seat ? What is Harihar Lok ? Who are the 4 young Brahmins ? Will the Asurs be a hurdle in her way ? What will Shukracharya do when he finds out his curse was broken successfully ? Read to find out.

Everyone needs love to complete themselves. Narayan needs Mata Laxmi, Mahadev needs Mata Parvati. But what about Amarsri ? Who would be eligible for the mighty Harihareshwari herself ? Suitable for the one who is both Narayan and Mahadev ? The answer lies in the first Paragraph.

In the sacred heart of Dwapar Yuga, as darkness threatened to engulf dharma, a radiant soul descended-unborn, eternal, and fierce. She arrived not as a princess or goddess to be worshipped, but as a sister.Before Krishna's first cry echoed in Gokul, she appeared at Nand and Yashoda's doorstep-an ageless child cloaked in mystery, calling herself Ishani... though the world would come to know her as Kaushiki. What secrets does she carry behind those ancient eyes? Why does she protect Krishna as if the fate of worlds rests upon it? As Narayan walks the earth as the playful Gopal, his elder sister stands as his silent guardian, her true purpose known only to a few. This is not just a tale of gods and demons-it is the story of an unbreakable bond between siblings, of power hidden behind simplicity, and of a Shakti whose time has come.

##COMPLETE## Chandrika, a young woman from the 21st century, finds herself through time in the age of the Mahabharata. As if that wasn't enough she found herself as Draupadi's sister. Should she intervene in Draupadi's fate, preventing her from marrying five husbands, or should she allow the events of the Mahabharata to unfold as they were destined to do?

She was born as the stars whispered secrets, beneath a spring sky in 1507, when the Pleiades shimmered too brightly to ignore. Odette Lyra Sinclair - a name once erased, a girl once cast aside. The bastard of a future king, exiled to France with her mother, raised among roses and ghosted titles. Polished, fluent, veiled. Then came the winter of 1518, sharp with destiny. Taken by pirates, lost to the waves of fate - only to resurface in the silken shadows of the Imperial Harem. November 24th, they record. She was brought not for pleasure, but to serve Hatice Sultan - and yet, history would remember her for much more. She was not loud. Her steps were hushed, her gaze unreadable. Still, the palace noticed. In the letters of the Valide, in the journals of the court stewards, in the glances exchanged when she passed - she was there. The White Phantom. The Veiled One. The girl who bowed, but never bent. For two years, the Sultan wondered. She intrigued him not with laughter, but with silence. He saw her with Mustafa, with Hatice, with Mahidevran - and always, she turned away. But fate is persistent. And one day, at a game of chess, his hand brushed her veil. And the world shifted. He never let her hide again. She bore him eight children. She wore a crown of sapphires that sang of forgotten oceans. He wrote her into verses, painted her with trembling fingers. She obliged the Crown not by demand, but by becoming indispensable - the soul he could not rule without. Others were queens. She was the Sultana of the Jahan.

In the mystical era of Dwapara Yuga, there existed a mysterious time traveler-a girl who wove her existence through countless aliases, concealing her true name and identity. Only four individuals knew her intimately, forming an unbreakable bond that transcended lifetimes. Together, they navigated the ebb and flow of existence, from life to death and back again. Behind the veil of secrecy, she held immense power. Since her teenage years, she had subtly shaped the world, showing kindness to those who deserved it and unleashing wrath upon those who dared to cross her. To her loved ones, she appeared as an innocent child, her personality bubbling with warmth. But to outsiders, she emanated an enigmatic calmness-a silent force that could alter destinies. In an unexpected twist of fate, she found herself transported back to the era of great warriors-a time when valour clashed against destiny, and legends were forged in the crucible of battle. The catalyst for this temporal journey was a seemingly innocuous mistake made by someone she deeply cared for-a mistake that reverberated through the ages. She found herself reborn as the daughter of a benevolent king and queen. Three elder brothers surrounded her, their protective love shielding her from the tumultuous currents of fate. And so, she stepped into the annals of history, her modern sensibilities colliding with an ancient world.

"In this birth you never loved me shri Narayan. I did everything to make happy but you never gave me a chance. Thus, when my soul departs from this body i only want peace which i never got in this birth. If I take rebirth I shall forget everything about you. I don't want to meet you in my next birth, but by any chance we meet I shall not fall in love with you. You will make me fall in love and the pain which i went through, same pain you should feel. When we meet again there will nothing normal. I will only hate you." saying this the woman fall in river of Ganga. Hearing this tears rolling down from Shri and Narayan face. He said "I accept your wish, but we will meet again priye. Even if you don't want to. I promise to make you fall in love with me priye." •÷This the story of Obsession, love and redemption of a crazy princess and celestial god who is also preserver of the universe. Notice:- This has nothing to do with the reality my readers. It's just my imagination. I apologize if I hurt anyone emotions. If you don't like them please don't read. Don't hate. • All the pics including book covers the credits goes to their owners.

She Who Waited Why did she wait? What was her fate? Eons have passed since the tale of Mahabharata. The bloody war. But amidst the pages of that legend remains a character without quite an end, seemingly forgotten. But too bright to be lost, let's shed some light on the last consort's past. Cursed she was, as Lakshmi once more- To part from her beloved at every sacred door. Separation, the cruel thread woven through their fate, Lakshmi and Narayan-forever bound, forever too late. As Sita, she bore fourteen years apart, A forested ache carved deep in her heart. But time, ever turning, would not relent- It summoned the pain once more... as if heaven's debt was not yet spent. Avantika-a name the stars gently spoke, A lost princess, bathed in twilight's cloak. A child of prophecy, of love and lore, Bound to Narayan... yet left at fate's door. In Vrindavan's sunlit courtyard she stood, Pure of heart, misunderstood. Left behind not by abandonment, but by sacred decree, Even the Lord of Three Worlds could not set her free. A curse older than time, silent and cold, Stopped destiny's dance, made even gods fold. Her tears were stilled, her smile feigned, A love so bright... yet fate unchained. What bloomed like spring, withered with no warning- A tale of love that turned to mourning. despite it, memory was not all that was left, in her womb life swelled and light that kept.