Hastinapura Stories

Born beneath the sacred skies of Kashi, Rajkumari Mithunaa has spent her life believing that destiny is a path chosen by dharma. Intelligent, compassionate and spirited; she is promised since childhood to the future heir of Hastinapur. A marriage meant to unite two great kingdoms. But destiny has never been kind to the women of Kashi. When an unexpected turn of events shatters her engagement, Mithunaa finds herself standing in the very palace haunted by old vows, forgotten promises and the echoes of another princess who once cursed the grand-sire. As politics, honor and old wounds collide; she crosses paths with the one man she was always taught to avoid. What begins as chance encounters slowly unfolds into something neither of them expected. In a kingdom where every promise carries the weight of history, every choice has the power to rewrite fate. Some souls are separated by time. Some are brought together by destiny. And some are simply Bound to Meet.

Born as the daughter of a cursed Apsara and brought up as a fisher woman, the naive Matsyagandhi never thought of a life filled with complexities unless she fell in love with Shantanu, the king of Hastinapura. As the mother of the great Veda vyasa himself, she too possessed a great knowledge and wisdom for herself too. As the queen of Hastinapura, she possessed great ambitions and visions to nurture her people. Guiding a kingless empire continuously for 3 generation, shows her courage and determination towards her responsibilities. Satyavati, the matriarch of the kuruvamsha is definitely one of the greatest queen, that the kingdom of Kurus ever had. This book is about her, collecting her journey from a fisher woman to the queen mother of a great dynasty. Hope you all would love this book of mine and shower your love. Thank you Yours, Vatsu ❤️❤️❤️

"Women have always been considered as the weaker section of the society. They were never given the opportunities to grow and develop equally alongside men." Throughout the history of mankind, it was always the men who were remembered for their knowledge and courageous deeds. Women had always been restricted to the household and had been rarely given an opportunity to learn. Burdened underneath the male ego and pride, they were forgotten in the sands of time, as if they never existed. A hundred years after the Mahabharata war, after numerous sacrifices, grief and oppression on part of the female gender, a golden dream of justice and equality was seen by a group of courageous females on the banks of the sacred Ganga. And the first seeds of education and independence had been sown.

The night following the fateful dice game, Arjun and Draupadi reflect back to the happenings.

This is the story of Grandfather Bhishma, the eighth Vasu, the son of Ganga. This is a tale of his love, duties and sacrifices.

Raagini, the sister of the sons of Pandu, the daughter of Bhoomidevi and the incarnation of Goddess Parvati. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── A princess who was hidden within the golden walls of the Hastinapura palace, a princess who is determined to show the world who she really is. The very same princess who captured the heart of a brahmacharya. Being a princess in not easy, and Raagini proves it. From lustful men to burning palaces and bloody wars, her life is anything but easy. From Raajkumari to Raajamata, she was truly a warrior. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── "The flower that blooms in adversity is the most beautiful."

Dushala bukan tokoh yang mengubah jalannya perang. Bukan sosok yang mengangkat senjata di medan perang, bukan pula yang berdiri di atas sorak kemenangan. Namun, justru karena itu lah kisahnya memiliki ruang yang berbeda. Ia adalah Anubandha Hastinapura: sebuah ikatan yang membawa cinta sekaligus luka. Dushala hidup di bawah ketetapan yang tak menjadi pilihannya. Bersinggungan dengan benang yang tak kasat mata; mengikat anak kepada keluarganya, seorang perempuan kepada masa depannya dan sebuah jiwa kepada kenangan yang tak dapat ia tinggalkan. Dushala mengenal kehilangan lebih dekat dan memikul rasa bersalah di dalam jiwanya yang robek. Hingga ia perlu memutuskan suatu hal: apakah berpasrah diri di atas pilihan orang lain lebih baik daripada berkelana jauh pada masa depan yang masih samar? Ia akan dihadapkan oleh dua pilihan yang kelak menyeretnya masuk dalam intrik politik istana. Karya: penaapsara Dilarang menjiplak!

~ Book 1 of PandavaSahodari series ~ "Something about Him calms my soul, Sahodara," Aadhvika looked at Arjuna, whose dark eyes held the plethora of knowledge Arjuna had about Aadhvika, her thoughts and her emotions. "Every time I think of Him, I feel like I am complete, like He is the One for whom I am born. I don't know how to define it. Is it devotion? Is it love? Is it an entire eternity written out for my soul with Rauhineya?" **** Aadhvika, the only Pandavi, the twin of Arjuna, is born as a blessing to Kunti and Pandu due to the former's actions in a previous birth. Ever radiant with a truth that seemed like She had always existed, she grows, learns and lives, till her life's dimensions change, meeting Balarama, Krishna's elder brother. This is the story of her love, life and the way she ekes it out with Balarama in Dvaraka. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. Cover by @penchantofprophecy

In a world where there was no game of dice, no exile, and no great war, the kingdoms of Panchala, Indraprastha, Hastinapura, and Dwaraka flourished in peace. Queen Draupadi of Panchala was loved by all. She shared a deep friendship with Krishna, adored her younger brother Dhrishtadyumna, and treated Subhadra as her own sister. Queen Subhadra of the Yadavas enjoyed the protection-and endless teasing-of her elder brothers Krishna and Balarama. The five Pandava kings ruled wisely, while the Kaurava princes remained their mischievous younger cousins. Instead of rivalry and hatred, the royal families spent their days arguing over sweets, competing in games, and embarrassing one another in front of guests. This is a story of family, laughter, sibling bonds, and endless teasing.

~ Rekindled tale of Abhimanyu and his Shashirekha ~ Through the lineage of the wielder of the plough comes a lotus that blossoms in the murkiest waters. From the heart of a family bound to the rhythms of dharma, rises Vatsala- delicate yet unbreakable. Through the legacy of the great Arjuna comes a warrior whose heart beats like thunder-unstoppable, yet steadfast, destined to rise even in the face of the fiercest storms. In the lineage where valor and sacrifice are etched in time, rises Abhimanyu-fearless yet tender. Their love is a quiet rebellion against a world that seeks to tear them apart. Abhimanyu and Vatsala, bound by fate, yet free in their hearts, stand together against the odds. This is the tale that brought me into the world of writing and now I am rewritting it with the little bit experience I achieved with all other books. Hope this books stays in your memories and entertains you throughout..! Happy reading Thank you Yours Vatsu ♥️♥️♥️

ON HOLD !!!! A 21st century girl entered Dwarpayuga to complete a legend. A selfless act can change someone's destiny she didn't believe it until it changed hers. Everything comes with a price don't they. She is the living embodiment of justice, strength, devotion, heroism, grace, wisdom, tragedy & radiant loyalty (⁠*⁠_⁠*⁠) This story plot is fully based on my imagination. It's not intended to harm, judge or criticize any culture/believes. This is my first time writing in this genre, so please do forgive my errors.

This is a fun fanfic for surya putra karna I am a very big fan of him

A tale of the Kuru dynasty in ancient Bharat, detailing the epic rivalry between the virtuous Pandavas and their hundred envious cousins, the Kauravas. It is a profound saga of honor and betrayal, divine intervention, a rigged game of dice, and a thirteen-year exile that ultimately sets the stage for a devastating war fought over justice, duty, and dharma.

"My wives, my kinsmen, my relatives, none amongst these is dearer to me than Arjuna. O' Daruka, I shall not be able to cast my eyes, even for a single moment, on the earth bereft of Arjuna. I tell thee, the earth shall not be bereft of Arjuna." Like two peas in a pod, these two men were never separate from each other. A single meeting of the eyes was all it took to form a bond, one which was new but still as old as time, and would be remembered for eons to come. For they were not just Krishna and Arjuna or Madhava and Parth or Keshava and Gudakesha, they were two halves of the same soul. "For he is the Nara to my Narayana."