Everyone knows Krishna. No one truly knows Shyam. Behind the flute, the smile, the Gita - was a man who loved, lost, carried wars and worlds, and still chose to show up. Nineteen stories. Nineteen doors. Nineteen fragments of the most extraordinary life ever lived. The one who was always more real than the stories made him seem. And , Shyam has been waiting a very long time for someone to ask the right questions. Step in.

❝Grief moved through that dusk like wind through a forest - touching every branch, bending every leaf, and somehow, still leaving room for flowers.❞ A golden deer enters their little forest home, and by dusk, Sita is gone - leaving Ram calling his wife's name into trees that will not answer and Lakshman is left helpless before the ruin of the two people who are his very life-breath. But what happens when the home they built through years of exile is lost before the sun has even finished setting? ──────⋅⋅──────⋅⋅────── genre: mythological retelling · historical fiction content: mature themes · grief started: august 17,2026 completed : august 24,2026 ──────⋅⋅──────⋅⋅──────

Lakshmana Aanandini. She is light, full of passion and a gentle nurturing fire; her eyes dance in curiosity, and wisdom is entrenched in her very aura. She was one of the delights of Mithila, the daughter born to their Raja Janaka and Rani Sunaina after the divine arrival of Sita, the eldest child of Mithila. Urmila adored her elder sister and their two cousins, and grew up in the hilly regions of Mithila, known for wisdom, education and knowledge; till the two Princes of Raghukula came to Mithila, and everything changed for the four sisters. **** Lakshmana Aanandini takes one through the life of Urmila, the beloved of Lakshmana, the delight of Sita, Janaka and Sunaina through her journey- love, sacrifice, dharma, karma and truth all collide; separation occurs, but love is incredibly powerful in all kinds of relationships. Lakshmana Aanandini, a book detailing the life of Urmila. [ PART OF THE DHARMASTAPHNA SERIES ] ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

A three shot story. Seven years ago, Aryan disappeared without a word - and Maahi spent every one of them since learning how to stop waiting. Now he's on her table, barely breathing, and every quiet thing about him tells her he never really left at all. She saved strangers for a living. She never thought she would have to save him - or the love she thought she had buried with him. word count : 8k words source inspiration : Bharat and Mandavi from Ramayana.

A three shot story. She learned to survive anything. He is quietly finishing everything - so he can stop. Three tasks stand between Dev and an ending only he knows about. Myra has stood beside him through every loss that came before, unclaimed, unspoken, the one steady thing he never thought to call love. Now the list is almost done. And she is the one thing he never counted. Run on Water - a story about the love we survive on without ever naming, and the last, unlisted reason to stay. word count : 8K words source inspiration : Lakshman and Urmila from Ramayana.

A three shot story. Vishnu. Sesha. Ram. Lakshman. Krishna. Balarama. This era - Prithvi and Arul. Arul has always been the one who arrives before the worst thing does - in every yuga, every story, every version of them. This time, he's the one on the rope, hundreds of feet down, listening to his brother's voice go thin over a dying comms line - and for the first time across ages, the protector is the one who might not make it in time. Prithvi has always been the strength Arul leaned on when death came close. He has never had to be that strength while dying himself. Now every word he says has to hold his brother up, even as the water is the only thing holding him. word count : 8k words

The Beauty and the Beast. Not that one can tell which one of them is which. The half-lion form surely surprises Chenchita but the unsaid attachment she has to him troubles her. The far she wishes to go, the closer she seems to getting. "He is Sriman Narayana." They all say. How is a forest girl supposed to react to the understanding that somehow she has an attachment to someone who isn't even a man? He may be a beloved deity. Is it even normal for a human to want a deity? Would the tribe accept this?

"Raghava, Rama," she tasted His names again. Tears, fat and unasked for, rolled down her cheeks. His name touched her soul, like a fire igniting anew within her tired but solid heart. "As you wish, Rama," Ramaa whispered again, writing His name over and over across the page, her mouth still singing Innam En Manam, but her heart singing 'Raghava, Rama.' Raghava. Rama. Raghava. Rama. ***** Ramaa Paramanandham was a deeply spiritual woman, which helps her with her very heavy and oftentimes dark profession, along with other things. Vishnu naama had been the truth of her life since she was born, and her love for Rama had begun at a very young age. Life took unexpected turns, but her faith and belief in Rama turns true ultimately. A story of Bhakti, prema, tyaaga and Ramayana. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

"Do you know that during the longest and coldest nights of every year, the Gods descend on Earth and come to us like Shooting stars? To quench the never-ending thirst of mankind. For peace and love. To protect and cherish what is left of humanity. And if someday you meet one of Them, you will give Them my love, won't you?" My mother once told this to me. But now I am asking this of you. ********* Niyati Sriniketan, the ordinary girl with a tortured past: a dream that had been crushed, a soul that had been smothered and a life reduced to survival. This is a tale of Love, Loss, Laughter and Life; the story of a girl, whose biggest dream and prayer came true. But, here's the catch, will she make peace with the one thing she had forever deeply yearned for? When her life turns upside down, will she come to terms with herself and this world? Will she move past the choking snares of her past into the arms of Hope and Healing?

Mandavi was born a Rajkumari of Sankashya and raised in the court of Janak, where daughters were not taught silence. They were taught to question, to observe, and to demand answers. Then came the exile. When Ram, Rajkumar of Ayodhya, left for the forest with Sita and Lakshman, the exile did not belong only to those who went with him. It also belonged to those who remained behind. For fourteen years, they waited. Mandavi began those years as a sister and a wife - a young woman whose sister had been sent away for no fault of her own, and whose husband had chosen a harder path to atone for the sins of his house. But kingdoms do not pause for grief. While Rajkumars fulfilled their dharma in the forest, palaces still had to stand, households had to endure, and a kingdom had to be held together. By the time Ram returned, Ayodhya had changed. So had Mandavi. No longer only a sister, nor only a wife, she had become a daughter-in-law, a keeper of a fractured household, and a queen forged by waiting. This is the story of the exile as seen from the palace - of the woman history remembered only in passing, and of the fourteen years that changed her forever.