What if Balram had a second wife? Two Souls. One Destiny. Every Lifetime. Princess Varuni, the beloved daughter of King Vaibhav and Queen mrinalini, is the jewel of a powerful kingdom that stands against Dwarka. Gentle by heart, unwavering in loyalty, and blessed with extraordinary beauty, she grows up amidst royal politics, ancient rivalries, and the weight of expectations. Yet, unlike those around her, she believes that kindness is greater than hatred. Balaram, the mighty elder brother of Krishna, is revered across Aryavarta as an unmatched warrior, a protector of Dharma, and the incarnation of Sheshnaag. His strength is legendary, his heart steadfast, and his destiny forever intertwined with Dharma. But what if destiny held a secret no one remembered? What if the soul destined to stand beside Sheshnaag found him again... in every age? What if Princess Varuni was that very soul? What if, in another lifetime, she had been Ksheera, the devoted wife of Sheshnaag... and in Treta Yuga, Urmila, the noble wife of Lakshman... only to be born once more in Dvapara Yuga as Princess Varuni, destined to cross paths with Balaram? 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑑 - 26 𝐽𝑢𝑙𝑦 2026

She was born where no king could enter. They were born to rule kingdoms. When fate leads a forgotten huntress into Indraprastha, a hidden kingdom begins to unravel, ancient secrets awaken, and five men discover a desire they were never meant to possess. 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒽 𝒽𝒾𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒶 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑜𝓃. 𝑀𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝓈𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓉𝑒𝒸𝓉.

In all her nineteen years of life, Rajkumari Saudamini had learned one thing with absolute certainty: certainty itself was survival. And why would it not be? Certainty built empires. Certainty stabilized kingdoms. It was the closest companion of a diplomat capable of negotiating alliances that could alter Aryavarta itself, and the greatest ally of the finance minister of Magadh - the unconquered empire ruled by her grandfather, Jarasandha. After the death of her father, certainty became her refuge. First, it was her grandfather. Then it was supposed to be Prince Rukmi of Vidarbha. And when that certainty shattered, she built another. And another. Until she became very good at surviving broken futures. Unfortunately for her, every single time life finally began settling into something safe... he returned. Krishna. The great problem of her life. The dark cowherd who walked into kingdoms smiling and left them transformed beyond recognition. Others called him divine. Beloved. The protector of dharma. Saudamini thought otherwise. To her, Vasudev Krishna was uncertainty incarnate - the question mark carved into her life when she was seven years old. The man who arrived in Mathura and left her father dead. The man whose existence shattered alliances, broke betrothals, unraveled political stability, and turned carefully laid plans into ash. So truly, she wants nothing to do with him. Which becomes rather inconvenient when fate - with all its terrible humor - keeps placing him directly in her path again. And again. And again. But what is one supposed to do when the greatest uncertainty of their life slowly begins feeling like the only certainty left? Especially when she is no ordinary princess. She is Vasumati Saudamini: the lost princess of Mathura, the beloved Rajnandini of Magadh, and perhaps the only person in Aryavarta stubborn enough to look Krishna in the eye and call him a curse.

What becomes of a love cursed by heaven itself? The skies do not mourn. The stars do not intervene. Yet somewhere between divinity and ruin, two souls are torn apart for loving too deeply. One is broken into many. The other into pieces that ache for one another across lifetimes. They are cast upon earth stripped of memory, clothed in mortal hearts, destined to meet without understanding why separation feels unbearable. And though time buries the truth beneath wars, kingdoms, and fate, some loves are too ancient to perish. For even forgotten souls continue searching for the home they once lost.

The eldest Princess of Krishnaveni had spent her life believing she was the daughter fate had forgotten. Mocked for her dark complexion and overshadowed by her younger sisters, she never imagined that the very destiny she dreaded would one day become the only hope of an entire kingdom. An ancient curse is nearing its final hour. With only ten months remaining before six princes meet the fate written for them, the royal family is left with one impossible solution: they must find the woman whose Divya Kundli can alter destiny itself. That woman is Kritikakshi. Bound to six princes haunted by a curse no one truly understands, she soon realizes that their suffering is far more terrifying than the world can see. Their lives are entwined by secrets, their pain deepens with every passing full moon, and time is slipping away. Some curses shatter kingdoms. This one shattered something far greater. As destiny draws closer, Kritikakshi must uncover the truth before the final moon rises-for some bonds are not forged by choice, but by fate itself. ****** Kritikakshi: Ek Tapasya

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.'

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.

I was born for him - To be with him, to serve him, to love him. My eyes seek only his validation. My heart beats only for his name. My hands ache to touch only his presence. My feet move only in his direction. My body bends, curves, and surrenders - only under his gaze. They say, "Without devotion, love cannot survive. And without love, devotion cannot be attained." And my devotion for him is untouched, unwavering. My heart is filled with a love that belongs only to him - The one my eyes are forever searching for. As I tied the strings of my anklets-anklets that once chimed with devotion but would ring with destruction tonight-I wrapped myself in silk, coiled my hair, and adorned it with Kanakambaram flowers. But not with love this time. Tonight, they burn with fury. When the forces of destruction shook my city-our heaven, Srirangam-with the invasion of those others, I made a decision. A choice born not from fear but fire: to show them what real devotion is. The power of love. The might of the one who seeks nothing but gives everything. When the army of Delhi Sultanate neared the temple-our divine abode-I knew what to do. I knew no mortal hand driven by violence and greed would be allowed to touch him. To see him. They did not deserve the sight. Not even a glimpse. So tonight, my legs will move. My body will curve. My lips will sing. And my hands-my hands will kill. For those who believe they can rule, who think they can take what was never theirs-I will show them what a dance of destruction truly looks like. Every yuga, when man thinks he is god, my god rises to remind them who the real one is. But this time, he is not alone. He has me. I am Vellayi. The Devadasi of Srirangam. The one they call a living goddess. But to him... I am just his simple love. All my life, I have lived, breathed, and danced for only one. To me, he is everything. My Ranga. © Ival_Nidhi_Writes 2025 All rights reserved.

Disclaimer : This story is a complete work of fiction and this in no way intends to hurt anyone's religious beliefs. I will try my best to justify the story. Time travelling is something which is a matter of discussion everywhere. Some say it's possible, some say it's not. But you know what, when god conspires to do something and to teach us something, he can go to any lengths for that. And when he wants to teach the purity of love, the essence of togetherness and the real meaning of soulmates, he will do that even at the time of war. Love is associated with pain, pleasure, seperation, then coming back together, fighting our demons together and what not. What happens when the definition of love is completely changed, when lover conquers all Time Demons Separation Sorrow Humiliation and every other pain you can count in this world. Let's embark on this journey of redefinition of lover where it's a union of souls and not body. Plagiarism is not appreciated. Strict action will be taken for the same. Winner: Mahabharata Awards 2020 Winner: Morpankh Awards 2020 2nd runner up: Golden Awards 2020 2nd runner up: Hin-glish Awards 2020 2nd position: Magical Awards Winner: Debonair Accord (Historical Fiction) Winner: The Jaya Awards (Mahabharata) Winner: The Orchid Awards (Historical Fiction) 3rd position: Magical Grand Awards (Historical Fiction)

"Stop following me! Just let me go and leave me in peace!" she pleaded, struggling against his unrelenting grip. "I won't. Not today, not ever. Not after finding you again," he said firmly. "I don't belong here. This isn't my place. Let me go," she begged, desperation in her voice. He shook his head. "You've always belonged. Since the beginning of time, we were meant to be together." "You'll never convince me," she snapped. "I won't be part of this farce or let you treat me like an object without a will of my own." "It's not a farce. It's as real as the sun, and you will be part of it-whether you want to or not. Your only desire should be our companionship," he declared. "Please," she whispered, one last plea as her hand inched toward her waistband. "The only thing left to do... do it for her, if not for love. " he ordered. "For love?" she murmured, shaken. Then her expression hardened. "But love was never an option," she spat, her voice dripping with disgust-before she struck with full force. It wasn't supposed to end like this. Anwesha-once a soldier by choice, not birth-had embraced duty for her nation. But one failed mission led her to the dark waters of the Ganges. Caught in a whirlpool, she accepted death like an old friend. Yet, she didn't die. She woke up in another timeline, but here, she didn't belong. A misfit, a lone coal in a chest of gold. She wasn't chosen by fate, nor favored by the gods-just an accident struggling to return home. But every path back was closed. Trapped, she resolved to be a silent observer. Yet fate had other plans. She crossed paths with the Scions of Kuru, a dynasty shaping history itself. She hadn't intended to get involved, but now she was entangled in their world, for better or worse. Can she survive in this era, or will she find her way back? More importantly-who is she, really? And why her? After all, nothing in this world, or beyond it, is mere coincidence. • Book I ~ Stuck In Time Series •