After the fiery fall of the Lakshagraha, the world believes the Pandavas lost to legend and flame. But deep within the guarded silence of the forest, fate still breathes. At the hermitage of Rishi Devrat, Yudhishthira encounters Padmashree-a princess who chose the path of service over sovereignty, duty over exile. Where the world sought survival, she sought meaning. In her quiet wisdom, Yudhishthira finds solace beyond kingship; in his unwavering truth, Padmashree discovers a purpose that transcends renunciation. Their meeting is not chance, but convergence-two lives shaped by dharma, meeting beneath destiny's unseen hand. Yet forests remember what kingdoms forget. Secrets stir, destinies tighten, and their bond will soon be tested by the very fate that brought them together. Some stories were never written into the epics- they were entrusted to the heart.

"Two Hearts Intertwined Across Different Eras" ___________________________________________ Aanya, once living a life so plain, A simple existence, her heart not quite enthralled. But fate, with its whims, would soon conspire, And send her on a journey through time and space. To the era of the Mahabharat, When heroes and kings, their tales did attain. What if she, a mere mortal, could play, A role in this epic tale, in a way that's grand? What if she fell in love with the greatest archer of all time, A legend whose name still shines bright? Would their love story end in joy or tragedy, Like so many others in this epic fight? But let us not forget, this is a story, Of love and loss, and the battle that's forever. Through it all, we'll embark on this fantastical journey, And find ourselves, in a world of wonder. ___________________________________________ Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and does not claim to be historically or mythologically accurate. The characters and events depicted are based on various folk tales and Mahabharata. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The author does not intend to offend or disrespect any individuals, cultures, or beliefs. ___________________________________________ Earlier Called: The Girl who changed the History: A time travel romance set in Mahabharat

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 •

Svara, a 20-year-old classical dancer in Dwaraka, leads a life of simplicity, devoted to her dance and the beauty of her art. Unaware of the divine world around her, she spends her days as a temple dancer, lost in the rhythms of her performances. But when the charming and enigmatic Krishna enters her life, something shifts. As their paths intertwine, Svara begins to feel a connection she can't explain. Amid the grandeur of Dwaraka, she is drawn to Krishna-unaware that he is the very force shaping her destiny. ----------------- Svara mumbled, eyes glistening, "You don't know what it's like... to feel unwanted by the world." The King of dwarka's voice was steady, calm, "Then let me show you what it feels like to be wanted by me... with no conditions, no questions, no end." Svara glanced away, voice trembling slightly, "And when I push you away?" He gave a small, sad smile, "I'll wait at the edge of every silence you leave behind... until you're ready to let me in."

In the shadow of the great epic, the Mahabharata, lies the untold story of Samyukta, the daughter of Prime Minister Vidura. Neither royalty nor commoner, Samyukta's life is woven into the intricate web of loyalty, love, and strife that divides her family. She finds herself at the heart of a world shaped by alliances, rivalries, and unyielding traditions. As an intelligent and compassionate young woman, Samyukta carves her own path amidst the grandeur of Hastinapura and the vibrant courts of Panchala. With the shadow of destiny looming over her family and the kingdoms they serve, she must balance love, loyalty, and duty, discovering her own strength in the face of an uncertain future. In this tale of resilience and quiet courage, the unseen threads of history of Panchala and the Mahabharatha come alive through the eyes of a woman who refuses to be overlooked-a princess not bound by titles but by the legacy she creates.

~ Book 1 of PandavaSahodari series ~ "Something about Him calms my soul, Sahodara," Aadhvika looked at Arjuna, whose dark eyes held the plethora of knowledge Arjuna had about Aadhvika, her thoughts and her emotions. "Every time I think of Him, I feel like I am complete, like He is the One for whom I am born. I don't know how to define it. Is it devotion? Is it love? Is it an entire eternity written out for my soul with Rauhineya?" **** Aadhvika, the only Pandavi, the twin of Arjuna, is born as a blessing to Kunti and Pandu due to the former's actions in a previous birth. Ever radiant with a truth that seemed like She had always existed, she grows, learns and lives, till her life's dimensions change, meeting Balarama, Krishna's elder brother. This is the story of her love, life and the way she ekes it out with Balarama in Dvaraka. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. Cover by @penchantofprophecy