In an age where dharma was law and desire was dangerous, a quiet ashram becomes the birthplace of a story no scripture dares to tell. He, Dronputra Ashwatthama, was never meant to love her, yet devotion slowly curdles into something far more consuming. She was never meant to choose for herself, yet fate places her at the center of choices no woman is allowed to make. And somewhere between loyalty, longing, and defiance. As kingdoms rise, friendships are tested, and war inches closer, two lives become entangled in a bond that questions duty, honor, and the very idea of love itself. Some ties are sacred. Some are forbidden. And some refuse to be named at all.

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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.

Maya only wanted noodles, Baahubali, and sleep. Instead, a storm shattered the night and dropped a half-dressed, furious ancient king into her living room. Not the actor. Not a dream. But Bhallaladeva himself. Alive. Armed. And looking at her like she was prey. One accidental cut on a replica crown becomes a blood-bond, dragging him from Mahishmati into her tiny apartment... and tying his fate to hers. He wants answers. He wants control. He wants her. When a stolen kiss at a Halloween party keeps his identity hidden, it does more than silence him; it awakens an obsession. Now Bhalla is learning her world...her rules...her body. Powerful, possessive, and fatally seductive, he'll do anything to return home- even if he must take her with him. But Maya's beginning to realise something far more dangerous; Some crossings can't be undone. Some kings don't let go. And some desires were never meant to exist... Especially when the villain chooses you.

Avery's senior year is turned upside down when a kiss with her older brothers' best friend ignites a forbidden relationship tangled in danger, heartbreak, and family secrets that could destroy everything. *** "Aiden..." I shake my head, eyes fixed anywhere but the gorgeous man next to me. His hand grips my chin tightly, just enough to make me avert my eyes to his. "You know you want this as much as I fucking do. I want you to be mine. I want to be the one to hold you and kiss you the one you go to whenever you're happy or fucking sad. But let it be me, let me fucking show you that it should be me." He glares, jaw tensing. ...... ©hessaherophinelove

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.

It all started when they humiliated the one sired by Fire itself. When one is blinded by an insane lust of an infernal nature, particularly one pertaining to power, all his merits stand nullified, and emasculated in such vicious intoxication. This the story of one such intoxication, and the cumulative of consequences, and causes that led to such a carnage which stood to define mankind and its nature through generations. *** The Mahabharata is one of the two chiefest epics in Indian Mythology. With its assimilation of a variety of storylines resulting in one common consequence, which is the battle of Kurukshetra, it mainly derives the chief cause of its consequence from the vicious rivalry between the Kuru cousins, The Pandavas, and The Kauravas. This story begins after the eldest Pandava, Yudhishthir, who had been given a piece of land, that was supposedly pestilent, gains his suzerainty over the Land of Bharata (thence also called, Aryavarta), owing to the combined labour, and perseverance of the Pandavas, and their common wife, Draupadi. Their eldest cousin, Duryodhan, infuriated by their prosperity, causes himself to be put in a state of humiliation at Yudhishthir's coronation. Angered further, he vows revenge, by humiliation in an equal measure. As events unfold, towards their ultimate fate, this story revolves around the backdrop of the relationship between the eldest Kaurava, and his wife Bhanumati, who remains a sufferer and spectator, despite being faultless.

He needs a wife. She needs the money. The playboy prince needs a respectable girl to play his doting fiance for the weekend. If he doesn't convince his parents he's a changed man, he can say goodbye to his crown and inheritance. Enter Jenny, an actress who has just been hired to play the role of her life. Especially since she doesn't like him. But soon the two find out that they will need each other in ways they never thought possible.

"Protecting him is my duty!" Rudrakshini said wiping blood "Just duty or something else Rudra!" Shouted Manikantha "What do you mean? We don't have time to waste!" "You forgot your duty, it's never gonna happen. What are you? Mere dust for him, if you're gone a new protector will be assigned. Remember... you. are. nothing!" He said and took charge of the Madhya Raksha Shreni And left Rudrakshini in the middle of the Battlefield with a bloody sword, thinking about loosing someone who was never hers to loose.