Dronacharya Stories

(Nitya was lying on the floor on her stomach) (All the men present there except family members were laughing and of course making fun of her, while she was lying down) Dushashan : ye lijiye jyest, aapki dasi aapke samne prastut hai Nitya : mei kisiki dasi nhi hu!! (Nitya's voice was heard, it was cold and dark, hearing this, everyone paused their laughing session and looked at her keenly) (She stood up from her place and glanced at everyone who was looking at her with lustful eyes, her hair was messed up, saree was disheveled revealing some parts of the body, she was having wounds everywhere, moreover, all the sight of unknown men made her hella uncomfortable) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (Kunti took a deep breath) Kunti : tumhara jyest aur koi nhi, Karn hai!!! (Everyone gasped listening this, including Karn) (All looked at Kunti and Karn with wide eyes, no one was able to believe this fresh news) (Infact, Karn too didn't have any idea of this) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is a fanfiction starring another Sister of The Great Pandavas and Kauravas, Daughter of Madri and Pandu. She is a blessing from Lord Mahadev and Devi Parvati. Everyone knows about the Great Mahabharat, but I have added a twist by introducing a younger sister of Pandavas and Kauravas (Nitya) she is most loving, caring and supportive towards her Pandava brothers, she cannot tolerate insults for her family members, rather it be anyone, on the contrary Duryodhan too loves her as he expects no harm from her, but Nitya hates Kauravas as they always try Pandavas to get out of the way of Hastinapur and it's Throne. So, let's deep down more in the story and see The Great Mahabharata through the eyes of Nitya. This whole story is full of my imagination, it has nothing to do with the real Mahabharat. Started on : 24th November, 2023 Ended on : 22nd January, 2025

A Mahabharat story. What is love, if not a sacrifice? *UNDERGOING MAJOR REWRITE*

true love never exists right?? or If it does than only give pain. "It's amazing how someone can break your heart, and you can still love them with all the little pieces." ~~~

I often find myself losing in the depths of poetry, framing some random scenes in my mind, imagining conversations between characters of my stories. So, I thought to write them down in form of a separate book. My random scribblings like poetry, on shots, stories etc etc etc....

Kaal(Samay) chakra, a neutral , most impartial observer of events happening in universe , generated a will of change in story of sandhi kaal of dwyaapar yug and Kaliyug as it once had staged epic saga 'Mahabharata' , as per intentions of Tri-dev and tri-devi as they intend not only to change of destiny of 'Bharatvarsh' but also to see Brand-new game of politics, war, deceit, tactics and greyness of world. Story will proceed to stage realistic form of human nature, morals as well as societal conditions, political landscape and internal struggle in Mahabharata era and it's changes as "performer from 21st century" enters the arena.

If life has done one thing good with him is that it send him to hastinapur.

Here is a journey of a great teacher student relationship of dwapar Yug. Yes here we are talking about Dronacharya and Arjun. This book will contain half fictional and half authentic sayings. The book displays the journey and struggles of Arjun, to become the peerless one and the favourite disciple of his teacher, during his Gurukul. Note : the book is written from Arjun's POV Peep to know more! Ranking Rank 4 in Gurukul on 2/06/2024 Rank 15 in Bravery on 7/06/2024

Time is something that no one has been able to fully understand till date. And there is a possibility of many such times in this universe which have no end. Every age begins and ends again and again. The universe is filled with many mysteries. And an example of this is the date of Kartik Purnima per 1200 years ago. The moment the gates of time and space are opened, the gates of Yoga are opened. Because at that time, Mahadev, the God of the Devas, was in his Rudra form. All time and space and all gods, asuras, yakshas, gandharvas, basus, planets, nakshatras, all worship the Lord simultaneously. At that time it was called Rudraksha in the Vedanta. The story begins at the same time. When a Mahayoddha from the time of the Mahabharata arrived in the present Kali Yuga, the door of the ages was opened. And in this age, that great hero creates a new chapter in the Kali Yuga on the strength of his struggles. This incident was to take his life in a new direction, where he meets a woman of the Kali Yuga and the intimacy between them grows. And then that Mahayoddha meets his portion living in the Kali Yuga, which was no less than a shock to him. Everything was new for them, everything was different for them. It was a new world for them. That was a challenge for him. But all this destiny had already written in his destiny. The purpose of which was very big which could be successful only by being with him. However, how the Maharathi struggles and goes through pain and agony and tries to find his love, we are going to know through this story. Paraphrase text Translate

it's about the aftermath of the Kurukshetra war, how the youngest son of Karna's life moves on and how he becomes a mighty warrior and gets his revenge...

A Mahabharat Time Travel Fanfiction Meet Yashvi, a 20 year old Indian girl who time travels to the biggest epic in the world - The Mahabharat Time But what will happen when she gets to know it's not the Mahabharat, she knew and it's exactly opposite to it? What will happen if she learns some things about her which she was unaware of? What changes she will bring to the epic? Join her and her siblings in this journey as she navigates through the epic, changing the course of someone special...

In the grand kingdom of Hastinapur, she is just a girl. Nothing royal. Nothing destined. Just someone who exists quietly in the background of palace life-unnoticed, unclaimed, and far from the world of Kurus. But Arjuna is not someone who forgets easily. He once loved a girl from his past-Siya. A memory he has carried silently through years of training, duty, and silence. And now, he has returned. So has she. But in the present, they do not meet as memories. They meet as opposites. She challenges him without fear. He meets her with irritation instead of recognition. What starts as annoyance slowly turns into something dangerous- not affection, not softness... but a clash neither of them can escape. Because fate has a strange way of playing its game. It brings together a boy who loved someone he still cannot forget... and a girl who never knew she could be that important.

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.

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.

· • -- ٠ 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃 ٠ -- • · He died, his breath stolen by the battlefield, his eyes closing in a final surrender. Karna lay there, lifeless and broken. But in the void of nothingness, a voice whispered softly in his ear. "I will give you another chance." The voice, melodious and calm, echoed through the shadows. "A final chance, Ashwatthama. But you won't remember, only see." · • -- · • -- · • -- ٠ ✤ ٠ -- • · -- • · -- • · Far away, Krishna, the boy with the peacock feather, watched with a knowing smile, distant from the two older boys. Another chance had been given. A chance to rewrite the deadliest war, to avoid the bloodshed. He hoped this time, the son of the Sun wouldn't set. He prayed the ansh of Mahadev wouldn't bring destruction. And above all, he wished his elder cousin wouldn't be broken. "Bhrata Duryodhan," he thought with a faint smile, "I heard your last plea." · • -- · • -- · • -- ٠ ✤ ٠ -- • · -- • · -- • · Elsewhere, a bond blossomed between two boys with piercing gazes, arrows sharper than needles, and grins as bright as the sun. But when obstacles arose, their resolve was tested. "What are you?" His eyes widened in disbelief. "I am a human." Confusion clouded his voice. "Y-You are a... Kshatriya!" He stammered, his voice trembling. "I am not a Kshatriya." Anger simmered beneath the surface. Was their friendship already in the ruins? · • -- · • -- · • -- ٠ ✤ ٠ -- • · -- • · -- • · "Fate has given another chance, and he is watching us. We are unaware that destiny is changing for love." · • -- · • -- · • -- ٠ ✤ ٠ -- • · -- • · -- • · 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: Irregular updates. This is a BL story. 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬: Cover by @Scarlett__World

Each day was a procession of adulation, a symphony of bowed heads and reverent whispers. Every ruler, be it a chieftain, a king or an emperor, all knelt before her, their eyes filled with a reverence that bordered on worship. The world saw in her a goddess, a savior, a beacon of hope. But in the quiet of her chambers, Krishneshwari felt like a mere mortal. For thousands of years, the land of Aryavart had groaned under the weight of oppression, its people mere shadows of their former selves. Finally she came, like a dawn breaking through the night. Her birth was met with a collective sigh of relief, as if the earth itself exhaled after ages of holding its breath. But Shukracharya's cruel curse shrouds her memory, leaving her a mortal adrift in a world she commands. The Asuras seek her demise, while Shri Krishna is forbidden to see her, lest she perish. A story of the making of Rajadhirajendrakumari, the princess of the greatest kings, the most clever woman who would ever walk the earth, the story of Krishneshwari, the tritiya manav-avatar of Harihareshwari.