𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙍𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙖𝙣. 𝙄𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙍𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙖𝙣. What If Janaki Had a Younger Sister? In Kaliyug, a young girl was born into a rich and powerful family. Surrounded by luxury and comfort, she had everything she could ever wish for. Yet despite her wealth, her heart remained kind. She helped others, cared for the needy, and believed in compassion above all else. But fate had different plans. After her sudden death, she was reborn in Treta Yuga as Maithili, the younger daughter of King Janaka and the younger sister of Janaki. Janaki was perfection itself-the complete incarnation of Goddess Lakshmi, filled with kindness, patience, purity, and every divine virtue. Darkness never touched her heart. Maithili, however, was different. She too was a form of Goddess Lakshmi, but an ancient curse had forced her soul into the cycle of rebirth. Lifetime after lifetime, she had wandered the mortal world until she forgot her true identity, her divine origins, and even her connection to Lord Vishnu. Determined to follow in her sister's footsteps, Maithili grew into a compassionate and righteous princess. But unlike Sita, she was not free from human emotions. Jealousy, pride, anger, and doubt still lingered within her heart. As destiny moved forward, the princesses of Mithila became part of Ayodhya's royal family. When Rama sent into exile, both sisters followed him into the forest. Everything seemed destined to unfold exactly as the Ramayana foretold. Until one day. While Rama chased the golden deer deep into the forest, a mysterious accident awakened memories buried deep within Maithili's soul. Suddenly, she remembered her life in Kaliyug. And most importantly... She remembered the Ramayana.

She fell first. He was never supposed to fall at all. Between royal courts, whispered scandals, and stolen glances, Tarangini finds herself hopelessly in love with the one man she can never have-Vaasudev Krishna. But the heart does not care for rank, duty, or destiny. And neither, perhaps, does fate. [Slow Burn] [Forbidden Romance] [Royalty × Ganika] [Angst] [Jealousy] [Mythology Inspired]

"O Daruka! Bereft of Arjuna, I will not be able to look at the world even for an instant. Therefore, it shall not be that way." But what if, it does indeed become that way? #cross posted in tumblr #from a tumblr prompt

What if Lakshmi herself was cursed to forget the one soul who loved her through every lifetime? Not an avatar. Not Radha. Not Rukmini. But the true goddess herself. Born again and again only to lose her memories each time before she could remember him. In Kaliyug, Ishani hated gods with her whole heart. Especially Vishnu and Krishna. To her, they were silent deities who watched suffering without saving anyone. But death changes destinies. After a tragic end, Ishani is reborn in Dwapar Yug as Princess Ishira - beloved daughter of the feared king Kansa. Raised in power, luxury, and blind love, Ishira grows cruel, arrogant, and fiercely protective of her father... unaware that the boy destined to kill him is the same soul waiting lifetimes for her to remember him. Far away in Vrindavan, Krishna watches her from afar. Patiently. Painfully. Lovingly. Because even her hatred cannot stop him from loving her. And this lifetime... Will either break the curse forever- Or break them instead.

In a world where reality keeps rewriting itself, nothing stays the same for long. Moments slip away mid-existence, as if someone is quietly erasing and rewriting life behind the scenes. Some memories feel too real to be imagined, yet they don't belong to any known past. Amid these shifting fragments, an unseen connection persists-soft, strange, and impossible to delete.

In the age of Dwapar Yuga, when dharma itself walked among men, destiny was never written to be kind. Dhriti, the hidden blessing of Brahma, grew as the sister of the Pandavas - a warrior princess forged in palace silence and battlefield fire. Feared for her strength, respected for her wisdom, and loved by those who called her family... yet unaware of the truth etched into her very existence. She does not remember who she truly is. Not the divine essence sealed within her soul. Not the reason Krishna's presence always feels like a memory she has never lived. Not the quiet way his eyes linger on her - as if he is waiting for time itself to return something it once took away. Krishna, the guide of dharma, walks the line between fate and feeling, knowing every step of the coming war... and the one soul he cannot allow to fall into oblivion. Before Kurukshetra begins, the world still believes in fragile peace - alliances are formed, kingdoms are measured in silence, and vows are spoken like prayers before storm. But beneath it all, the Mahabharata is already moving toward its breaking point. Arjuna stands between duty and doubt. Yudhishthira carries a crown heavier than truth. Draupadi's fire demands justice the heavens cannot ignore. And Dhriti... stands between them all - the unseen thread holding fractured destinies together. Yet in Dwarka, where Krishna smiles like destiny itself, there are moments he forgets to be a god. Moments where Dhriti looks at him and feels something unexplainable tighten in her chest - like love remembering itself before the mind can. Because before Kurukshetra turns into legend... There is a silence where Krishna and Dhriti almost become something forbidden to time - something tender enough to destroy everything that follows..

Radha and Krishna - the essence of eternal love. Their bond, though separated in life, taught the world that true love is not bound by togetherness but endures beyond time. Yet one may wonder-had they been united in marriage, what deeper meaning of love would have been revealed? This is a work of imagination, born of reverence, not meant to imitate or offend.. Peek in to experience the ultimate love saga..