Eklavya happily donated his right hand thumb to Dronacharya as Guru Dakshina. But his younger sister who saw her brother cutting his thumb off just for Guru Dakshina for a Guru who didn't taught anything to him , she got traumatized. From that day onwards , her main motive be alive was to take revenge from Dronacharya and the best way to do that was none other than becoming better archer than Dron's favourite student Arjun , and killing him with her archery skills . She knew Dronacharya made her brother cut his thumb off because of this guy Arjun and now the loss of thumb can be only fullfilled by crushing Arjun's Arjun's Archery talent and killing him. Without telling her Brother about her reason , Ekalini started taking archery classes under the guidance of her brother and eventually become as good as Arjun . After growing up , Ekalini sets on her mission to kill Arjun without giving any information about that to her family. Will Ekalini get successful in killing Arjun or other way round fall in love with her enemy ?... Will she ever be given chance to duel with Arjun , considering he is a prince and she is a mere tribal girl !?... ___________________________________________________ " Why that Sutputra is given chance to duel with this bloody Rajkumar Arjun !....Why not me ?..." Ekalini yelled in whole Hastinapur Kreedangan. " Because he is Angraj now and you are a trash , so just get lost !.." Duryodhan replied and Ekalini's heart broken into pieces. ___________________________________________________ " I am gonna kick your ass and kill you right here , Rajkumar!!..." Ekalini growled in anger " Well, I would like to see a cute junglee billi like you try to scratch me!..." Arjun smirked

"I begged the Heavens to let me forget him. He walked through Hell to make me remember." In her last life, she was the Queen of his heart, and the world watched them burn. Devastated by a separation that shattered the cosmos, a fragment of her soul made a forbidden pact with Mahadev: Total Oblivion A Curse. Now, she is Netra-a cold, calculated, and brilliant scholarship student at a prestigious academy. She doesn't believe in destiny, and she certainly doesn't believe in the "ghabrahat" that claws at her chest whenever he is near. She has a life planned, a future secured, and a heart made of ice. Then came Sharav. The heir to a legacy he treats like a playground, Sharav He breaks rules for fun and hearts for sport. But behind the smirk of the golden boy lies the soul of someone who has waited five thousand years for this moment. He didn't come back for a peaceful reunion. He came to reclaim what is his. Netra thinks he's a distraction. Sharav knows she's his Ardhangini. She wants to graduate; he wants her to surrender. And as the line between modern obsession and ancient devotion blurs, Netra realizes that while she might have forgotten their past, Sharav is ready to burn the whole world down just to see his name reflected in her eyes once more. "Tumhe lagta hai tum mujhse bhag sakti ho, Netra? Is janam mein tumhare paas Shiv ka vardaan hai... par mere paas tumhari atma ka adhikar."

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

What if there is a elder sister of Draupadi? What if panchal have another princess? What if she became the reason of Pandavas and Kauravas unity? What if she changed the course of mahabharat? Aparajita, she is no innocent but a fierce protector. She is a strategist who just don't play with weapons but with words. She is the replica of Shri krishna so similar still so different. She is no one to them but for them she is everything.

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.

She Who Waited Why did she wait? What was her fate? Eons have passed since the tale of Mahabharata. The bloody war. But amidst the pages of that legend remains a character without quite an end, seemingly forgotten. But too bright to be lost, let's shed some light on the last consort's past. Cursed she was, as Lakshmi once more- To part from her beloved at every sacred door. Separation, the cruel thread woven through their fate, Lakshmi and Narayan-forever bound, forever too late. As Sita, she bore fourteen years apart, A forested ache carved deep in her heart. But time, ever turning, would not relent- It summoned the pain once more... as if heaven's debt was not yet spent. Avantika-a name the stars gently spoke, A lost princess, bathed in twilight's cloak. A child of prophecy, of love and lore, Bound to Narayan... yet left at fate's door. In Vrindavan's sunlit courtyard she stood, Pure of heart, misunderstood. Left behind not by abandonment, but by sacred decree, Even the Lord of Three Worlds could not set her free. A curse older than time, silent and cold, Stopped destiny's dance, made even gods fold. Her tears were stilled, her smile feigned, A love so bright... yet fate unchained. What bloomed like spring, withered with no warning- A tale of love that turned to mourning. despite it, memory was not all that was left, in her womb life swelled and light that kept.

Mohini, a sweet, naive, innocent girl. Pushed into a Yug, full of greed, lust, danger. Her whole childhood she was loved and nourished by her grandmother. Her grandmother told her the stories of Ramayana and Krishna's childhood but never about Mahabharat because something stopped her from telling Mohini about the great tragedy. Join Mohini on the adventure of Mahabharat and find out the story from her perspective. (First few chapters may be Cringey... sorry about that)

Mahabharata. The epic war. Known by everyone but no one really knows what had happened. They're all just mere assumptions. This is the story of true love, humiliations, betrayal, warriors and divinities. This is the story of the Pandava's Sister and Pandava's Madhav. The goddess of destiny and the god of success. This is a retelling of the era who's name is destruction. *** This story is based on my imagination. This is my idea so if you see this story anywhere else please inform me. Warning: this story does not include the incarnations of Lord Krishna and Devi Radha. Give it a try, I'm sure you'll like it. . . . Cover is not mine, I found it on Pinterest. It is by Madhavi Tuli.

What if there was an another sister of Draupadi and she fell in love with Lord Krishna? *Disclaimer: This story takes place during the Mahabharata time. I will try to stick to the real story as much as possible but some events might be changed.

Sliding through the diary of a gopika composed of all her life experiences and personal talks with Krishna. Join me in this virtual journey to Vrindavan and experience being one of the Gopikas where words do all the magic <3