To commence a saga with a classic, 'A long time back, there lived a Princess ' comes off as boring and to be truthful, redundant. But well, you see, when we are dishing about something that transpired to a Royal Goddess almost 5000 years ago, we don't really have an alternative. So, here goes nothing. -ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ 𝘼 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙜𝙤, 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙙𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙪𝙡𝙮, 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙬, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙖 𝙋𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨. 𝙋𝙖𝙙𝙢𝙖𝙫𝙖𝙩𝙞, 𝙤𝙛 𝙋𝙖𝙙𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙥𝙪𝙧, 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙃𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙞 𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙠𝙩𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙎𝙝𝙧𝙞 𝙆𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙣𝙖 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘿𝙬𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙧 𝙔𝙪𝙜. ••●••

Aakarshika was the dying embers of a fading fire, dissolving into oblivion until her hand is promised to the sovereign of Dwarka. Righteous fury shrouds her soul, wine hued ire cloaking her virtuous mind. The trials of her life have weighed her down with burdening shackles that she bears on her heart, but the charming man with a mischievous smile just might be her saviour. But when has Aakarshika ever needed a man to shield her from her distress? ══✿══╡°˖✧✿✧˖°╞══✿══ In collaboration with @a_Vagrant

𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑦𝑎𝑡𝑖-(v.) to travel, to wander. ❛...𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴...❜ Through the tempest of time again, the sisters of the scorned Yuga find themselves reborn in an age-in the twilight of a waning era, where gods tread as men and men dare defy the heavens. Where the earth, long a witness to the desecration of a woman's honour, bleeds anew, seeking to redefine mankind. But time is a fickle keeper of secrets, and what was buried shall rise again. The past is not merely a memory-it is a debt yet unpaid, a promise yet unfulfilled. Bound by fate and entangled in the savagery of mankind, they stand at the precipice of a world where Dharma wanes and the truth is veiled in shadow. And so, as the voyage of time anchors them in a place unknown yet divine, their journey begins-a quest not only for remembrance but for reckoning. 𝘠𝘦𝘵, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘪𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯-𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯? ──────⋅⋅──────⋅⋅────── [In Collaboration with @-Ankitaa] [Started On: 8/05/2022] ──────⋅⋅──────⋅⋅──────

Malati cannot see him- Not the curve of his smile, nor the playful mischief in his lotus eyes. Not his beautiful form, dark as rain-laden clouds of Shravan. Malati can never see Krishna. Yet her heart belongs to him, as the night belongs to the moon. blind oc x krishna, one of the 16,000 captives of Narakasura

She, a murderess. He, the Preserver. If they are bound, can a murderer ever be loved? **** She is a nameless shadow who walks in the form of a great beauty, they say. A beauty so deadly that it kills. Bodies crop up, from time to time, and people go missing, never to be found. All because they uttered a blasphemy, or disparaged the Preserver. He is a protector, an Incarnate. An enigmatic mystery, who only seeks the protection and preservation of the joy of all his people. For his people, he fought many long battles, banishing demons from his lands, always seeking the greater welfare of all. When she is caught and brought to Dvaraka, their worlds collide. He is her judge and she his prisoner. Nevertheless, he demands an unorthodox punishment from her that is hardly one. Against a conspiracy that rachets up, can they work together and learn to love? Or is murder too grievous a sin? [complete.] [word count - 60K words.]