A Tony Stark & reader fanfiction. Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Iron Man or MCU characters. They do not belong to me.

One curse destroys the ultimate essence of Lakshmi..forces her one portion to take birth in Kalyug and another to Treta yug...But change in destiny's wheel brings the two portion to one yuga..completing their eternal b9nd with Rama..but as it is said..curse always have a different effect..so does to Lakshmi also....It is not a story of Ramayan..but a parallel world of Ramayan describes the journey of Padmalakshmi , a soul from Kalyug to Treta yug..

Agni Kanya ke baare Kaun nahi jaanta?par ab yeh kumudini kanya ki Kahani hai..jiske aane se pure kuruvansh ka itihaas badal gaya....

Y/N is falling for the friendly neighborhood Spiderman. On an unrelated note, her and that dork Peter Parker do not get along.

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.

Devasena spent her life guarding a sacred flame tied to the man destiny chose for her. Then fate led her to Krishna. The man adored by kingdoms. The heart-stealer wrapped in divinity. The one person she could never truly have. Bound together through a marriage forged by politics rather than love, Devasena and Krishna are forced into a relationship trembling with pride, jealousy, silence, and unbearable yearning. Because loving Krishna was never meant to be easy. Krishna : "My marriage to you was a boon given to you by Mahadev , himself . I have to keep that boon intact , there's not other reason." And some love stories are destined to end beautifully tragic. [Krishna x Reader/Original Character.]

In the quiet land of Mahishmati, Princess Jaya lives a simple life, loved by her people and untouched by the desires of power or beauty. Her heart, however, belongs somewhere it never should - to Krishna. Not in hope. Not in expectation. Only in silent devotion. As her swayamvara approaches, Jaya prepares to choose a husband among strangers, forcing herself toward a life she understands... away from feelings she refuses to name. But something within her begins to change. A dream. A voice. A presence that feels too real to ignore. She never wished for him. She never imagined him. And yet... her world no longer feels her own. 💓My Dear Lord 💓 A story of devotion, fear, and a love that crosses a line it was never meant to.

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 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.