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A princess who made the great Ganga putr Bhism break his vow of celibacy. A princess who taught him the real meaning of Dharma. A princess who held the authority to order Devrat. He was bound to his Dharma and she claimed freedom to be Dharma. This is the story of Ganga putr maha mahim Bhism of Hastinapur and Sudarshan kanya Chandrika of Sursen.

𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙍𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙖𝙣. 𝙄𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙍𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙖𝙣. What if Vaidehi had a younger sister? In Kaliyug, there lived a young girl born into a rich and powerful family. She spent most of her life abroad, surrounded by luxury and comfort. Yet despite having everything, her heart remained kind and full of compassion. Still, there was always an emptiness inside her- a feeling she could never explain. During Ram Navami, she returned to Uttar Pradesh to visit her grandmother and traveled to Ayodhya. She had heard stories of Lord Ram all her life. But that day- she saw His idol for the first time. And something inside her changed. A strange pull. A familiarity she could not understand. As though her soul already knew Him. Before she could understand that feeling- a sudden accident took her life. When she opened her eyes again, she found herself reborn in Treta Yuga. She had become the younger daughter of King Janaka- the younger sister of Vaidehi. Her name was Chhaya. But that name held a truth. Long ago, during another cycle of Ramayan, when Vaidehi had once created a shadow of herself. That shadow lived in her place and became part of a destiny that was never hers. After Raghuveer and Vaidehi reunited, that shadow wished for something impossible- to remain beside Raghuveer. So fate gave her another life. This time, not as a shadow- but as Vaidehi's own younger sister. Her parents named her Chhaya because they wished she would grow up as Vaidehi's reflection. While Vaidehi was calm, graceful, and perfect- Chhaya was cheerful, stubborn, playful, and impossible to ignore. Yet the sisters loved each other deeply. Then destiny repeated itself. Marriage. Exile. And the forest. Everything continued exactly as written. Until one day- when Ram left to chase the golden

What if panchal had another princess? Draupadi's elder sister? What if pandavas get married to her? Navya, a young beautiful girl. No one knows about her past nor does she. Draupadi and Navya's beauty was unparalleled, one had dark complexion while navya fair complexion. Both had the same fate at the end. But the biggest difference in their life was, Draupadi was loved by everyone while navya hated by everyone. Peep in the story to know further.

She was never meant to become a tale of blood and broken crowns. Devyani was a woman of rhythm. A celebrated dancer whose world was woven from the delicate music of ghungroos, the fragrance of jasmine in her hair, and the quiet discipline of a life devoted to art. She entered Hastinapur not as a warrior, not as a politician, but as a teacher invited to share beauty with a princess. But in the halls where power wore silk and gold, one man's desire was enough to turn a sanctuary into a prison. One night. One abuse of authority. One decision made by a prince who believed his title placed him above consequence. And the woman who once spoke through dance was left to gather the fragments of a life she no longer recognized. Yet even among the ashes of hatred, guilt, and grief, fate had written a path she never expected. For when the world saw only a woman touched by tragedy, one man saw the person who had existed long before her suffering. A man she should have hated. A man whose blood was tied to the very family that had destroyed her peace. A man bound by dharma, duty, and the unbearable weight of loving someone whose wounds were carved by his own kin. Yudhishthir. The prince who offered neither pity nor ownership, only a hand and the freedom to decide whether she wished to take it. Their love was not born in innocence. It was born in the shadows of betrayal, in quiet conversations, in shared silences, and in two souls who knew that sometimes the greatest act of courage was allowing oneself to be loved again. This is not the story of a woman who was broken. This is the story of a woman who survived, a prince who chose truth over blood, and a love that dared to bloom where it never should have.

Reborn in the age of Pandavas, I am a sister they never knew. A mischievous child with a fearless heart, caught in a war written centuries before my birth. Can one girl change the course of an epic?? [ℝ𝕖𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕍𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟] Do not copy my story work if I got to know then that story will be reported. Thank you hope you enjoy this story.

When Prakriti herself become the part of great epic story of Mahabharata where she fight for the righteousness (dharm) along with Pandavas. Lets see how the story change due to her intervention. (Arjuna love story/OC) Disclaimer: This is a complete work of fiction, some scenes are from Mahabharata and some are my original ideas which has my copyright. So don't copy my ideas or concept in any form. -------------------------- Cover credits : @GoldenUnseenGraphics

✧.*Upasna prem the Meera ka, Krishna ko aradhya bana diya, Dampatya prem tha Rukmini ka, Krishna ko pati bana diya, Un-mukt prem tha Devasena ka, Krishna ko Krishna hi rehne diya.✧.* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ╰┈➤She saw the darkness through his brightness. He saw the brightness through her darkness. They were fated to be fall in love but were never destined to be together. Two souls. One curse. How will they overcome the obstacles in the path of establishing dharma and prem? ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

{𝙍𝙚𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚} Chhavi had only stepped into the forgotten ruins of ancient Hastinapur for the thrill of it. She never expected to open her eyes beneath a different sky, one untouched by Kalyug, where the air still carried the echoes of conch shells, silk, and war-bound destiny. Lost within the age of the Mahabharata, surrounded by strangers who speak of kings as though they breathe beside them, Chhavi finds herself pulled toward a man history had taught her to despise, the newly crowned Yuvraj of Hastinapur, Duryodhana. But the man before her is not merely the villain written in stories. He is laughter beneath moonlit courtyards, a sharp mind hidden behind royal pride, and a warmth she never expected to find in the heart of someone the world called adharma. And somewhere between fate and forbidden affection, between two yugas never meant to meet, a love begins to bloom...tender, dangerous, and impossible to forget. ᴄʜʜᴀᴠɪ x ᴅᴜʀʏᴏᴅʜᴀɴ

❝𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧❞ ᴀꜱʜᴡᴀᴛᴛʜᴀᴍᴀ ♡ ᴋᴀᴜꜱʜɪᴋɪ 𝑨 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔, 𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒚. ˙⋆ ᥫ᭡ ⋆˙ 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒂𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕, 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒓𝒖𝒎𝒑𝒚 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒇𝒇𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒙 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 He was born a Brahmin, destined to uphold the sacred wisdom of the scriptures, yet fate carved a different path for him. A son of the revered Guru Dronacharya, he mastered the art of war, becoming a warrior unparalleled in skill and ferocity. Turning him into a paradox, as he was both a seeker of knowledge and a harbinger of destruction. While she was Drupad's niece, the sunshine princess of Panchal, a vision of warmth and grace, her presence as radiant as the first light of dawn. She was a dreamer, who carried herself with an effortless charm, her laughter like the tinkling of wind chimes, bringing joy to all who heard it. Happy Reading!

War. Suffering. Despair. The year 4350, Kali Yuga's peak. Virtue and dharma had disappeared from the face of Earth long back and all that remained now was despair. To escape from the hell they called home, Syxira and Zolani agree to be scapegoats for a time travel experiment. When the time-travel experiment goes wrong, they're sent back to the era of Dwapar Yuga, a time of gods and kings. Thrown back in time to the epic of Mahabharat, they find solace near the banks of the Ganga, the forests of Aryavarta and the palaces of Hastinapur. They view the epic from far away, but can't help being drawn in themselves. But they face their worst enemy-God himself. Because even in this new world, their hatred for Krishna runs deep. The cheeky, flute-playing God hadn't helped them as they lost everything in Kaliyug. Yet, here he played his flute with no worries in mind. They argue all day, and scream all night but never make up for the silly fights. But, will their fury keep them from finding peace or will they have to confront the very gods they despise? Will they ever let themselves be a part of the famous tale of Mahabharat? ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ This book is being written in collaboration of Error_1242 and bhadra-. . . . . . . . . . #1 in yudishthir #4 in nakul

Book two of Aanyati - a warrior That inauspicious day left behind a broken soul which could never repair. This is the story of Aanyati who survived even in the worst and then came out the best , this is a story of how she gathered herself and became the strength of her children , a story of love , betrayal , heartbreak , death , life and the real dharma . That day left her with nothing , her love was gone so was her strength , the people she trusted to her death betrayed her , the people which she called her own left her . But she survived . Her children became her support , her sakha guided her and she emerged as the best to make her enemies suffer the worst . Don't read without reading the first part ...

A girl who is heartless, ruthless , maniac, unsympathetic, fearless, a girl who likes to control is thrown in dwapar yug, what will she do? ............................ "IF I CANNOT MOVE HEAVEN I WILL RAISE HELL" "WHAT I CREATE IS CHAOS" " INSTED OF BEING AFRAID I CAN BECAME SOMEONE WHO IS FEARED " "I AM BORN A LEADER NO THRONE OR CROWN IS NEEDED " "I DON'T NEED A WEAPON CAUSE I WAS BORN ONE " ........................................... They thought she was delicate Like a pretty, little flower But she is much more than that She holds extraordinary power They thought they could crush her Like a daisy in their hands Yet there is something about her They do not understand She is a wildflower The type you cannot tame The girl who brings the sun And the girl who brought the rain There is venom in her blood And danger in her eyes But she hides her power well You cannot find even if you tried They didn't believe in her Because they thought she was weak But she was not the flower She was snake underneath ~Serpent ............................................. "Stop fighting like a girl" he said in a mocking tone which didn't faze her at all "You know what . Majority of men use fist to fight, if I fought like a girl I would rip your head with my nails . ... Or teeth and yes you would beg me to stop " .......................................... This story is based on pure fiction. No intention to harm any interest of particular community or language or cast

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.

The Kuruvanshi family and the Yaduvanshi family have been friends.... no wait almost family. But each of them have secrets and some that could even ruin them.

"Divide it amongst the six of you." Indulekha, the youngest child of Pandu and Madri, obeys her mother's order. She is known merely as the sister of the Pandavas, but the glow of her moon-like face is what draws all the trouble towards them. And perhaps ephemeral peace and the unquenched thirst for love. Her life, torn between curses and vows, is a sorrowful saga of fleeting hope. Draupadi, the fire-born, is divided amongst the six children of Pandu, reduced to the status of an object. A visionary of a prestigious life, the warmth of the fire. She hangs on the snapping thread of contentment, trying to look for happiness in this torturous life of hers. In the end, will the two reconcile with the life they seem to hate? Will their struggles, like the mud on a rainy day, bury them? Or will the two Kumaris, like a lotus, bloom through the mud? ─────･｡☆*☽*☆.───── . . . . . . #1 in pandava #1 in yudishthir

Panchali X Pandavas Two Shot

𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒇 𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒖𝒑 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒖𝒑𝒂𝒅𝒊 𝒊𝒏 𝒅𝒖𝒚𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒃𝒉𝒂 , 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒇 𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒊 𝒐𝒇 𝑨𝒚𝒐𝒅𝒉𝒚𝒂 ,𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓

Yet the questions remained. Endless. Relentless. If Kunti was his mother... Then who was he? Who exactly was Karna? And why did fate choose now to reveal the answer? or, Karna found out the truth way before he was supposed to, maybe fate wanted to stop the disaster that will occur to the kuru vamsh.

my take on nobel queen subhadra , clearing myths, lies and misconceptions about her. She is love ♾️

Mahabharat had always been a tale that lived within her. Reading it, understanding it, and losing herself in its depths had been her quiet passion since childhood. But what if, one day, she is granted the chance to truly live and feel the epic? What if the whirlpool of hardships she faced in the earlier chapters of her life finally leads her to the truth of who she really is? What if God Himself reaches out, holds her hand, and reveals the purpose her soul was always meant to find? What if, in this unknown yet known place, she finds someone for whom her heart and soul was made? Come, journey with Ishwari across time and space, into the golden era of the Lord of millions of universes, and witness the epic through a perspective yet unseen.