Hriday Stories

KRISHNASAHODARI The heart of Krishna. The wife of Dharma. They say Krishna loved the world. But before Dwarka, before wars, before destiny carved divinity into his name... He loved *her* first. His twin. His womb-sharer. His Hriday. Princess Ksheera. Moon-pale where Krishna was dark as monsoon clouds. Soft laughter wrapped around terrifying strength. A girl who could feed wounded tigers with her bare hands, dance through palace halls with flowers in her hair, and still cradle Krishna's head in her lap when the weight of godhood became too heavy for his human heart. Dwarka worshipped Krishna. But Dwarka loved Ksheera. And perhaps that is why fate became jealous. Because far away in Hastinapur lived a man who belonged more to duty than himself. Yudhishthira. Dharmaraj. The righteous prince. The future king. The man everyone leaned upon while no one noticed he was collapsing silently beneath expectations. A prince so devoted to Dharma that he feared his own anger, his own desires, even his own loneliness. Then Ksheera walks into his life carrying sunlight in her smile and questions in her eyes. And suddenly Dharma itself begins trembling. Because she does not fear him. She laughs at his silences. Challenges his definition of righteousness. Steals food from his plate. Calls him *Sthir* with such softness that the mighty Dharmaraj forgets how to breathe. For the first time in his life, someone sees not the king. Not the crown. Not the burden. Just the man. And Yudhishthira falls first. Falls harder. Falls so deeply that even fire cannot burn it away. But this is Mahabharata. Love here is never simple. A marriage born in haste. A palace built to become a funeral pyre. A kingdom hungry for blood. A prince carrying the weight of Dharma. And a woman who chooses to stand beside him through exile, grief, war, and destiny itself. This is the story of the woman who made the calmest man in Aryavart blush like a boy.

"I never knew you would be so... wild." Hriday raised an eyebrow. "Wild?" "Yeah," she said, smiling a little. "The kiss... it was sweet. Like you, sweetheart." Her words made him smirk. "And mine?" he asked, leaning a little closer. "Did you like it?" Gauri pretended to think, tapping her chin lightly. "It was... okay." Hriday stared at her, narrowing his eyes slightly. Mischief. He could see it clearly on her face. "Oh, really?" he said slowly. She nodded, trying to hide her smile. "Okay." He leaned closer, his voice dropping into something dangerously calm. "Then we have all night to make it perfect... don't we, sweetheart?" Her breath caught again. "You do know..." he added, a faint grin forming, "how much of a perfectionist your husband is." Gauri looked at him, her heart racing-but this time, she didn't look away. Because somewhere between the fear... and the uncertainty... She had started to trust him. And maybe... Just maybe... To fall for him too. He was a man of sharp intellect, a mind filled with strategy, control, and quiet danger. A man who could read people like open books... yet kept his own emotions locked away. Cunning. Precise. Unpredictable. And she- She was his complete opposite. Soft. Innocent. Unaware of the depth of the world she had stepped into. A heart that trusted too easily. A soul that loved without calculation. He was a devil in disguise. She was an angel without defense. And now- Fate had brought them together. Bound them in a relationship neither had chosen... But neither could ignore. What happens when a devil falls for an angel? Will she fall too? Or will she try to fly away before his darkness consumes her? To find out... You'll have to read their story. Available on Scrollstack.

"साँसों की माला पे सिमरूं मैं पी का नाम..." Some love stories begin with confessions. Some begin with destiny. And some begin with a simple collision in a crowded school corridor. When Gauri Goenka, a sweet, innocent girl with dreams in her eyes, enters a new school, she never expects her life to change because of one person-Hriday Singhania. Cold. Reserved. Untouchable. The boy everyone admired but nobody truly knew. What starts with endless arguments and clashing personalities slowly turns into silent glances, hidden smiles, unspoken care... and a love that Gauri never planned to feel. She loved him quietly. Without expectations. Without conditions. Without asking him to love her back. Because for Gauri, Hriday wasn't just a person anymore. He became a habit. Then a prayer. Then every breath. But love isn't always enough. Misunderstandings happen. Promises break. People leave. And sometimes the person who once felt like home becomes the reason you learn how to survive pain. Years later, destiny brings them face to face again. But can love return after distance? Can two souls find their way back? Or are some people only meant to live in memories? A story of innocent school love, heartbreak, waiting, devotion, and a bond written not in fate... But in breaths. "यही मेरी बंदगी है, यही मेरी पूजा..." ✨

- Perhaps, it was all a part of the plan. Perhaps it was all written in The Script - Copyright ©. haqeeqat. October 2016. Cover - @ohbigail

"Whispers of the Past" - A tale of love, betrayal, and a timeless connection. When celebrated musician Jai moves to Mumbai with dreams of launching his career, he never expects his melodies to awaken echoes from a life long forgotten. His sister Suhana and her quirky colleague Ishaan drag fashion diva Bani Sharma to India through a hilariously wicked plan, hoping to rope her into their fashion show. Furious at first, Bani's heart softens amidst Rajasthan's rustic beauty-especially when fate quite literally makes her fall into the arms of Rajkumar Veeranshu Singhania, a royal prince fighting a secret inheritance battle. But the past refuses to stay buried. Jai begins having terrifying dreams, crying out the name "Nageshwari"-visions that lead him to discover he's lived before... but perhaps not as the lover he thought he was. As love rekindles between Bani and Veeranshu across lifetimes, a dangerous enemy, Abhishek, is determined to uncover a billion-dollar secret hidden in the ruins of their shared past. A haunting statue. A forbidden romance. A truth that changes everything. In a heart-racing journey across lifetimes, will love triumph over fate? Or will history repeat its most tragic chapter? A soul-stirring reincarnation romance where every heartbeat echoes from centuries ago...

Adhyalekha Suryavanshi The eldest princess of Vishalgarh doesn't need a crown to rule. A girl that would make you think twice before messing up with her. A queen who would sacrifice anything for people. Hriday Singh Raghuvanshi The prince with a lost kingdom,burnt future and killed family. The prince who seeks vengeance and could burn the world for it. But is he strong enough to burn the girl he loves in his fire of vengeance? What happens when fire meets fire? Will it lead to a burnt world or a new beginning? Join them in their battle for the throne of flames. Adhyalekha:The throne of flames🔥

Hriday and Nageshwari, the shape shifting serpents, are in love with each other. When a war emerges between the shape shifting eagles clan and shape shifting serpents clan, the nine naagmani are in danger. However things suddenly take a turn when Hriday is injured by the shape shifting eagle clan prince Aakesh and Nageshwari is deeply heartbroken and decides to fight for the sacred naagmanis. A condition is set forth that if Aakesh's blood is shed, he will have to turn away his face from the naagmanis and if Nageshwari's blood sheds, she will he his permanently. What may happen and what circumstances may occur?

Madhuri Sengupta has a problem. That certain problem happens to be a towering mass of nothing but dopey smiles, remarks that pull on her heartstrings while simultaneously urging her to throttle someone (preferably him), and most notably, a pair of startling bright eyes. The problem also goes by the name Devansh Baghel. Too bad these days it's getting harder to determine if the violent stirring in her stomach is nausea or a rampant swarm of butterflies. [INDIAN TEEN FIC, YA, ROMCOM]

Thaan Kar Dekho Hriday Mein Kaam Koi Muskil Nahi.................