Aryavarta Stories

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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.

Born in the chaotic capital of India, New Delhi, Arjun, son of Devendra and Indrani, has no idea about his inheritance and past, until one day he is whisked away from his reality and into the lost province of Patliputra with six others. In the province of Patliputra, which is under the fist of King Dhanananda. Arjun witnesses the ignominy of death triumphing life all around him in Kaliyug. He learns that he has taken birth to help cleanse the world of all evils and re-establish dharma in the world he lives in, for which he must start his journey of making the provinces come under one banner of Bharata and remember who he really is? Along with the five men who were apparently his brothers in his last life. But trapped in midst of betrayals, political intrigue, and forces that seek to decimate them, will he along with his brothers succeed in following their destiny, or will they succumb down to the evils of Demon Kali? Can they make it before Demon Kali truly unleashes himself in Kaliyug?

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Hello everyone! I had always wanted to write a historical tale based in ancient India, also known as Bharatavarsh. The period in which this story is set is somewhere around the Vedic Era (1500-1000 BCE), which is the period when the Vedas (the oldest sacred texts of Hinduism) were composed. To maintain the authenticity of the story, some words and terminologies will be used from traditional languages. Please give your valuable feedback and let me know what you think of this story.