Hastinapur Stories

This is the story of two assassins, who travel back in time to the era of the Mahabharata..... ----------- Dishita and Aditya, two master assassins, while retrieving a drive of prime importance, fall off from a mountain's cliff. When they wake up, they find themselves entangled in the era of the Mahabharata. One is curious, while the other is cautious. One is playful, while the other is serious. One is carefree, while the other is organised. One is an extrovert, while the is an introvert. One thinks from heart, while the other thinks from brain. One is mischevious, while the other is mysterious. Both are one another's strength and weakness. When destiny has different things on hold for them, how will the brother-sister duo manage to stand shoulder-to-shoulder despite the obstacles and problems they face??? Read on to find out what destiny had in store for them.......... ------- It is pure work of fiction, inspired from the great epic The Mahabharata. I don't intend to hurt anybody's religious sentiments. -----------

One daughter born of fire. One born of lotus. Two destinies tied together. This is the story no bard ever sang... the story of the sister history forgot."

Duryodhan....was he ever Duryodhan, wasn't he Suyodhan at a point of time, where his mind was free from Gandharaj Shakuni's influence. Deep down he buried Suyodhan under the rocks of hatred, vengeance and spite. The only ones who ever got to see suyodhan again were his mitr Karn, Mitr Ashwathama, his beloved priye Bhanumati. He was just a misunderstood warrior in the End who lacked proper guidance. Karn, Vasusen, the sutputr, he never considered himself suryaputra even after the truth, he was always sut putra, he was always Radhey Karn, Adhirath putr Karn. All he ever wanted was to follow his passion, a messed up way but he wanted to learn his thirst was knowledge can never be quenched. Karn was an antihero all because he chose the side of Adharm, who cares about Adharma, when his mitr needed him. In the end his death was also the result of proper guidance. Ashwathama, Daruni, the shiv ansh, all he ever craved was for acceptance, from his father. He felt insulted and humiliated as his father chose Arjun over him. It was always Arjun this, Arjun that. His sense of deep rooted hatred was understood only by his Mitr Duryodhan. He lost his sanity when both his best friends died, he lost his sanity when he saw all his nephews die, he lost his sanity when nieces also died performing Sati. That is why in the end he too ended up getting cursed due to lack of proper guidance. The Great Kurukshetra could have been prevented if only there was someone to guide these three best friends who would lose their sanity if even one of them is not present.

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.

Everyone knows the tale of the Mahabharata. The princes of Hastinapur. The vows that shaped kingdoms. The friendships, betrayals, sacrifices, and the war that changed Aryavarta forever. But history remembers only the stories that were written. It forgets the lives that slipped between the lines. The kingdoms never mentioned. The promises left unfulfilled. The destinies that vanished before they could become legend. Yet not every story is truly lost. Some remain hidden within the folds of time, waiting for the moment they are remembered once more. And when fate itself begins to change, even the greatest epic may reveal a verse that was never meant to exist. This is not the Mahabharata you know. This is the unwritten verse.

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.

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.

"𝐊𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐧! 𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬!" " 𝐎𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐭𝐢, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥, 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞" " 𝐇𝐚𝐡! 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠" " 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠... 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞" †*†*†*†*†*†*†*†*†*†*†*†*†*†*†*†*†*†*†*†*†*†*† "𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫.." He said " 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬..."She encountered "𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭" " 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫," She raised an eyebrow "𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬." He finished smirking • • • • • • Well... That's my 1st story so you gotta be patient with my wierd ideas and oh so worst storiess ⛄🪄

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.

[slow updates] Aditya Roy Kapoor, a 22 year old man son of the one of the top most businesses mans of India Aditya was leading his life happily in kalyug helping his father mention he is big flirt a playboy carefree doesn't think once before doing something But all of a sudden in a overnight his life became upside down he life changed totally when he woke up he was in a different place world Suddenly he found himself in body of a great warrior karna that to standing in front of mahendragiri hills to pursue his studies What will he do now? How will he change himself ? How will he manage to be the great karn ? Or will he still be his same self Let's see Join the journey of aditya from kalyug to dwapur yug

"I know , I failed ! I failed to protect you!!" He said. "But, can you give me a chance to prove myself!" He urged. She remained silent! Silent like a grave... "Please...!" He begged! "You lost your rights!" " You lost me!" " You lost yourself! The moment you rolled your eyes, you lost your everything!" She whispered blankly with a cold face. . . . . ________________________ ________________________ . . . . "Sometimes challenges make you strong while sometime it creates more Hardship." Replied Krishna. "But why all the miseries happens with the righteous people Govind?" Questioned Kusmanda. "Because, you all are the one to change the faith of Aaryavrat. Remember, All the extreme pressure and heat that comes from the core of the earth crystallizes the carbon and turns it into a diamond." Replied Krishna. A warm tear escaped from her eyes , realising that she and her elder sister Draupadi has more to endure.

· • -- 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

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘔𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦. Krishna had guided the events and Arjun and his brothers, but what if this time, someone else took the commands in their own hands? The Jagatmata shed tears at the loss of her children. She couldn't bare to see them dead on the battlefied. So Narayan's priye decides to take matters in her own hands. After being cursed by an offended Maha Lakshmi bhakt, Narayan is cursed to stay away from his Chanchala, who has forgotten about him. Now the two will shape a new history of Mahabharat, while Narayan tries to get his priye to remember him. Once Narayani remembers, what will happen? 𝘑𝘰𝘪𝘯 𝘒𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘯𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘤𝘦, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘑𝘦𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘬𝘢 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘢. -

ℍ𝕖𝕪 𝐌𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 ❤︎ 𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘭 ☟︎︎︎ ☘︎𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦 𝑎𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 ☘︎𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑐𝑎𝑛 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑛 ☘︎𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 ☘︎𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑎'𝑠 Sᴏ ᴊᴏɪɴ ᴀsᴀᴘ シ︎

All of us are a pieces of a puzzle that destiny loves playing. Each and every single steps of ours is preplanned so I won't even dwell on the thoughts of what could have happened in my life because I know there was no other way round. No alternate ending. And maybe its not up to me how my story goes but I can surely tell it the way I experienced it. Delve deeper into the story of a woman of power in a patriarchal world who fought for herself and made her own identity. Here is the story of a princess of the mighty Kuru dynasty. One like never before.

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...

Prequel of Madhav's Parth.

{A Mahabharata fanfiction } When Adrithi a famous actress and model finds herself in unknown surroundings, swathed by royals She is confused Will she be able to prevail in a place where your every word has consequences...especially with that tongue of hers. Will she change anything? "When will she remember us Arya", "That's what I am wondering"*sigh* ( This story contains curse words ) None of the images used are mine unless stated. Badly written at the beginning but it gets better.

An Unknown & Beautiful tale.... Peep in to know more.....