[ book 1 in arjuna hridayam ] ❝the moon has many phases, and still the sky has never accused it of loving the night differently.❞ In which a prince destined to belong to history first belongs, quietly and completely, to four women who love him in four different ways - while he is still only Parth, and his heart is still learning all the ways a person can become someone else's pranaa. ──────⋅⋅──────⋅⋅────── genre: mythology · romance · family content: love, joy & exile couple : arjun. draupadi. uloopi. chitrangada. subhadra. status: ongoing ──────⋅⋅──────⋅⋅────── come for the prince before the legend - falling too quickly, loving too deeply, and discovering that apparently being the greatest archer of his generation does absolutely nothing for one's ability to behave normally around the person one loves. stay for the four loves that find him while he is still becoming himself. this one is for everyone who loved Parth first. ──────⋅⋅──────⋅⋅────── #1 in joy #1 in ardi #1 in arsu #1 in subhadra #2 in uloopi #3 in arjun

[ book 2 in arjuna hridayam ] ❝the river never keeps the water that becomes it, and still somehow reaches the sea whole.❞ In which the boy who once discovered all the ways love could give him a life becomes the man who discovers all the ways life can take it back - through wives and children, distance and homecoming, war and unbearable grief, until the world has taken almost everything from Kiriti except the love that taught him how to live in the first place. ──────⋅⋅──────⋅⋅────── genre: mythology · romance · family content: love, war, grief & canon-typical loss. couple : arjun. draupadi. uloopi. chitrangada. subhadra. status: upcoming ──────⋅⋅──────⋅⋅────── come for the archer the world remembers for winning wars and the people who knew the man when the bow was finally put away. stay for the life they make between all those battles - because history may remember everything Kiriti conquered. but love will remember everything that conquered him.

❝the stars had always known that some loves are given a lifetime, and some are given only enough time to become eternal.❞ In which a princess raised beneath the quiet stars of matsya falls in love with a prince who carries moonlight in his laughter and war in his destiny. ──────⋅⋅──────⋅⋅────── genre: mythology · romance · family · coming of age content: love, war, grief & canon-typical loss. couple : abhimanyu. uttara. status: ongoing ──────⋅⋅──────⋅⋅────── come for the boy who grew up surrounded by legends and the girl who loved him before he became one. stay for the little constellation they make together - because kurukshetra may take the boy. but it will never take his tomorrow. 1# abhimanyu 1# uttara 1# matsya

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

Aisha is everything Rudra has spent his life learning to distrust - loud, unbothered, allergic to rules he's built his whole identity around. He is everything she's learned to resent - controlled, cold, the kind of certainty that once cost her everything. Neither is who the other assumes. A story where the disguise isn't a secret identity - it's just how badly people can misread pain that doesn't look like their own. word count : 16K words

❝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 ──────⋅⋅──────⋅⋅──────

Dawn breaks over four gardens, and four hearts forget themselves at once. Before the fire, before the vows, before the world calls them gods and goddesses - there is only dew-damp grass beneath bare feet, a flower reached for and a hand found instead, a peacock's cry breaking a held breath open. Here, love arrives the way monsoon arrives: unannounced, overwhelming, impossible to outrun. Four mornings. Four strangers. One unbearable, blooming first. This is Milan - where the epic hasn't yet caught up to their hearts.

❝I was born to disappear. Then a fire looked at me and refused to let me.❞ Agnija, the empire's finest Rupantari, is sent to wear a stranger's face and win a prince's trust - until the trust becomes love, and the love becomes a lie she can no longer wear. ──────⋅⋅──────⋅⋅────── "Say my name," he murmured, low, aching, his mouth close to her ear. "Savyasachi." Barely more than breath, and something in his eyes darkened at the sound of it, as though her voice alone were a kind of touch he could not get enough of. "Whatever you are hiding from me," he said quietly, "I have known for weeks there is something. But I watched you weep for a woman's pain as though it were carved into your own chest, and I do not believe, whatever else is true, that what I am watching is a lie." ──────⋅⋅──────⋅⋅────── 𓆩♡𓆪 morally complicated people making catastrophically romantic decisions 𓆩♡𓆪 identity, deception & oh no, he sees me 𓆩♡𓆪 ancient courts, old magic & dangerous secrets 𓆩♡𓆪 yearning with absolutely nowhere sensible to go 𓆩♡𓆪 a woman who has worn a hundred faces learning what it means to have one of her own 𓆩♡𓆪 a prince who knows she is lying and chooses to look closer ──────⋅⋅──────⋅⋅────── genre: historical fantasy · romance · political intrigue content: mature themes status: completed - august 16, 2026 ──────⋅⋅──────⋅⋅────── come for the woman who learned to survive in a hundred skins. stay for the one who refuses to be erased by love, empire, or anything that tries to name her.