Subhadra, Adharini-the protector, guide, and source of love and strength for her archer, Abhimanyu.

They say history celebrates its heroes, remembers its villains, and erases its 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔. But nothing erased stays hidden. Mistakes are meant to burn. Suffocate. Ache. They coil around the finger until it bleeds-or are carried by a yuga-but they never stay buried. An ordinary girl, Tarika Singh, entered Dwaparyug-and learned fire does not always burn. Sometimes- The scorching heat is Karn, the abandoned giver. The silent flare is Yudhishthir, the puppet of dharma. The cackling flame is Bheem, the weapon of vengeance. The curling smoke is Arjun, the dancer of battlefields. The biting spark is Nakul, the healer of destruction. The glowing coal is Sahdev, the foreseer of destiny. They say, fear the villains. As if they began it all. As if the world were not threads - pulled, twisted, strangled - each cutting the other. Some thread tightens like Duryodhan, desperate for the crown. Some knots itself like Dushasan, loyal until he forgets where he ends. Some loosens itself like Vikarn, questioning even the blood in his veins. It is law...threads burn when touched by flame. Only she decides whether they bind or snap. But She is no longer Tarika here. And the myth is no longer myth. 𝑨𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒂. Daughter of the Sun. Sister of warriors. The ruiner... or the redeemer? It depends on who tells the tale. Because, To hear of the Mahabharata is one thing. To live it, surrounded by unknown faces, is another. Among the 'unknown', two men became her world, standing beside her, one like a vow, the other like a sin. Both willing to fall, if it meant she would not stand alone. "I wonder if the stars are jealous- they've never been looked at the way I look at her." "If the gods made her... perhaps they aren't so useless after all." ▪previously titled as Threads of Flames

𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐲 - 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐃𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 The kingdoms of Hastinapur and Chandrapur have been at war from centuries. Their history is written by the blood of several generations. But then one day everything changes when Kuru-Rajkumari Dusshala is married to Chandrapur-naresh Agnimitra in hopes to end the enmity. To Dusshala, the handsome King with charming words and loving attitude seems to be a dream come true, until she realises the incongruency of her husband.

A girl from Mumbai travels to Uttar Pradesh for her sisters grand wedding . She accidently travels back in time to the Mahabharat era. What happens to her as her life is turned up side down- only time will tell or in her case maybe it won't.

"I am so sorry, Ambika," Rudraksha choked out, his voice thick with emotion. With trembling hands, he withdrew, his eyes downcast as if he could not bear to meet her gaze. "I... You don't deserve this," he continued, his words laced with anguish. "You don't deserve any of it..." As he spoke, his eyes, red-rimmed and wild, finally met hers. His hair fell in disheveled locks across his forehead, giving him an untamed appearance. He was caught between his emotions and his fierce possessiveness. "But I can't let you go... you're mine, right?" he said, voice softening as he searched her eyes for answers. Of course, no one would dare lay a finger on me except you, she thought, her eyes hardening. But before she could respond, he moved with surprising swiftness, wrapping her in a tight embrace. The feel of his strong arms around her was startling. Rudraksha was reduced to tears, it was a peculiar sight-his colossal frame, usually a source of strength now trembled with each sob. The man whose muscular build and stoic demeanor exuded an almost intimidating confidence, now seemed so fragile, so human. Instinctively, Ambika returned his embrace, her fingers gently stroking his back in an attempt to soothe him. "I can't leave without you, Ambika," he sobbed, his voice muffled against her neck. "You're too precious to me. I love you so much... I love you, more than I love myself." ••• "Stay away from me. You have no idea what I can do to you," he warned, his voice dripping with desperation and a hint of madness. "I am Rakshas, Ambika. I am a Rakshas!" His eyes blood shot, dripping with tears. ••• "If you are a thorn," she continued, her words soft but resolute, "I would happily open my arms to get hurt. If you are a heartbreaker, then my innocent heart is waiting for you to break. My hands are waiting for the awaiting hands of sorrow."

Arundhati Krishnamurthy, a popular webtoon writer, stumbles upon a mysterious manuscript. The soapy draft doesn't meet her standards, so she rejects it-only to find herself trapped inside the story, inhabiting the body of the most feared figure in all of Lakshavi: the Devil Princess, Rajkumari Suryakantha. Now, survival is no longer fiction. If Arundhati fails, she will be executed-because Suryakantha's destiny is one of fear and cruelty. Determined to rewrite the story from within, Arundhati sets out to transform Suryakantha, guiding her from ruthless villainy toward humanity. But changing a destiny carved in blood is no easy feat. Will Arundhati succeed in reshaping Suryakantha's heart? Can she escape the deadly world she's trapped in? Will she be able to write the story her way, or is she doomed to follow Suryakantha's dark path? And who is Arundhati, really-a powerful villainess, a meddling extra, or the force that could unite the heroes and villains alike? Step into a world of power, politics, and peril, where writing is survival and every choice could be deadly.

{𝙍𝙚𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚} Chhavi had only stepped into the forgotten ruins of ancient Hastinapur for the thrill of it. She never expected to open her eyes beneath a different sky, one untouched by Kalyug, where the air still carried the echoes of conch shells, silk, and war-bound destiny. Lost within the age of the Mahabharata, surrounded by strangers who speak of kings as though they breathe beside them, Chhavi finds herself pulled toward a man history had taught her to despise, the newly crowned Yuvraj of Hastinapur, Duryodhana. But the man before her is not merely the villain written in stories. He is laughter beneath moonlit courtyards, a sharp mind hidden behind royal pride, and a warmth she never expected to find in the heart of someone the world called adharma. And somewhere between fate and forbidden affection, between two yugas never meant to meet, a love begins to bloom...tender, dangerous, and impossible to forget. ᴄʜʜᴀᴠɪ x ᴅᴜʀʏᴏᴅʜᴀɴ

Naina, a quiet, body-conscious college student in Mumbai, never expected her life to change the night she kissed Ayaan, the university's irresistible heartthrob. She's always kept to herself, hiding behind hoodies and avoiding the limelight. But when she finds herself locked in an alcohol-fueled kiss with Ayaan-fiery, intense, and impossible to ignore-she's thrown into a world of burning desire and undeniable chemistry. Ayaan, the university's heartthrob, has always been used to getting what he wants. But Naina is different-her quiet, mysterious nature has him hooked from the moment their eyes meet. After the kiss, he refuses to let things go. He's determined to claim what's his. Naina tries to act like the kiss didn't happen, but Ayaan isn't willing to let her run. With every touch, every heated glance, his intensity grows, and so does the attraction between them. But Naina isn't ready to give in to him-or to herself. She tries to push him away, only to find herself pulled deeper into his world. As Ayaan's possessiveness ignites, Naina can't help but feel the heat between them. But can she let go of her fears and admit the undeniable connection? Or will she keep running from the one person who could set her heart-and body-on fire? Tropes: Popular Boy x Shy Girl Extrovert Boy x Introvert Girl Forced proximity Accidental kiss Resistance to attraction Possessive ML Touch her and die Do give it a read! I'm sure you will all love it! 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 🏅#1 in introvert

Sitara Mehra has one obsession: Samar Kapoor, the superstar cricketer she's been obsessed with for years. She knows his interviews by heart, can quote his stats in her sleep, and has dreamed of meeting him... though she'd never imagined it would actually happen. When Sitara starts her master's at university, she doesn't expect her roommate Meher to be anyone special. That is, until she discovers Meher is Samar's cousin. Close friendship, playful secrets, and shared stories pull Sitara closer to the world she's only admired from afar. Little does she know, Samar has been silently noticing her long before they met, captivated by her genuine love for him, her quirks, and the little things that make her... Sitara. From awkward meet-cutes to flustered encounters, stolen glances, and the heart-throbbing realization that her fantasy might not be just a dream, this is a story about love that's cute, chaotic, and completely irresistible. Tropes: • Cricketer BF x Commoner GF • Cute, simple love • Celebrity love • She fell first, he fell harder • Modern-day romance 🏅#1 in Cricket love story

Parthvi is living the dream life of a Superstar's wife. Life which is filled with love, dream, affection, hope, and positivity. A world she has created with her innocence. What if one day she finds out that this world is not that innocent. it's filled in dirt, greed, sex, drugs and too much chaos. Will her beautiful life shatter? or she will write her own story in between this chaotic and dark world. Follow this amazing journey of love, hate, betrayal and the power of an average girl who will write her own destiny with love, trust and hardship.