Истории Pandava

Join our protagonist as she becomes the most vital part of dharmstapna. Will she side with Kauravas or Pandavas? Will she help Pandavas unite with their eldest? Will she help in the unification of radha-krishna? Will she fall in love and with whom? Is she really daughter of shiv-parvati? Watch our protagonist break all barriers and help her little brother🥺. Read to find out !!

"Divide it amongst the six of you." Indulekha, the youngest child of Pandu and Madri, obeys her mother's order and marries the PanchalKumari. She is known merely as the sister of the Pandavas. 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, too. 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. A wife to five men and one woman. 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 #1 in sahadev #3 in sahadev

In the magnificent city of Dwaraka, where duty walks hand in hand with destiny, she had never imagined that her life would become entwined with that of the man the world revered as Krishna. As the younger sister of Satyabhama, she had grown up watching legends unfold before her eyes, never once believing she would become part of one herself. What begins with chance encounters, teasing conversations, and stolen moments of laughter slowly blossoms into a love neither of them expected. Amidst royal responsibilities, family bonds, and the ever-turning wheel of fate, their hearts discover a quiet sanctuary in one another. But loving the Lord of Dwaraka is never simple. Every smile hides a thousand unspoken truths, and every step forward brings new trials to test the strength of their bond. A story of gentle romance, unwavering devotion, playful banter, and a love that blooms beneath the endless skies of Dwaraka where every heartbeat becomes a prayer, and every glance tells a story words never could.

••••••• ​"Kanha," she asked, her voice a mix of awe and bewilderment. "Where am I? What is this place, anyway?" "This is my abode, Sakhi," he said, his voice a gentle hum that filled her with a sense of peace. "You are in Goloka." Aaradhya's eyes widened. She had read about Goloka in ancient scriptures, a heavenly realm of eternal bliss and divine love, where Krishna resided in his truest form. "But... how?" she whispered, the word barely a breath. "I was... I was on Earth." ••••••• "Can I get my phone?" she asked, the words a simple, direct request that seemed utterly out of place in the celestial hall. The question was so mundane, so human, so utterly Aaradhya. ••••••• What's gonna happen when a cute, sarcastic, and hopeless romantic Aaradhya finds herself in the middle of her favourite epic Mahabharata..? ••••••• She sat curled in a large armchair, completely lost, on a grand adventure of dwapar yug. " IF ONLY I WAS THERE " She muttered in a low, frustrating tone and closed her eyes while thinking about her 'Kanha' ••••••••••

They say history celebrates its heroes, remembers its villains, and erases its 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔. But nothing erased stays hidden. Mistakes are meant to burn. Suffocate. Ache. They coil around the finger until it bleeds-or are carried by a yuga-but they never stay buried. An ordinary girl, Tarika Singh, entered Dwaparyug-and learned fire does not always burn. Sometimes- The scorching heat is Karn, the abandoned giver. The silent flare is Yudhishthir, the puppet of dharma. The cackling flame is Bheem, the weapon of vengeance. The curling smoke is Arjun, the dancer of battlefields. The biting spark is Nakul, the healer of destruction. The glowing coal is Sahdev, the foreseer of destiny. They say, fear the villains. As if they began it all. As if the world were not threads - pulled, twisted, strangled - each cutting the other. Some thread tightens like Duryodhan, desperate for the crown. Some knots itself like Dushasan, loyal until he forgets where he ends. Some loosens itself like Vikarn, questioning even the blood in his veins. It is law...threads burn when touched by flame. Only she decides whether they bind or snap. But She is no longer Tarika here. And the myth is no longer myth. 𝑨𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒂. Friend to the kauravas. Sister to the pandavas. Daughter of the sun. The ruiner... or the redeemer? It depends on who tells the tale. Because, To hear of the Mahabharata is one thing. To live it, surrounded by unknown faces, is another. Among the 'unknown', two men became her world, standing beside her, one like a vow, the other like a sin. Both willing to fall, if it meant she would not stand alone. "I wonder if the stars are jealous- they've never been looked at the way I look at her." "If the gods made her... perhaps they aren't so useless after all." ▪previously titled as Threads of Flames

The 13th day of war.. The day on which Abhimanyu proved his might and nearly ended the war in the Pandavas' favour before he was killed by six of the mightiest Kauravas....

Just like bond of Pandavas it is the story on bond of their childrens. A story on Uppandvas and Pandav Nandini's I will include tehir other childrens too into it but their scenes will be very less

What makes Arjuna inspiring, why is he a great role model, why does he make a person worth emulating?

Rekha Sanskrit for the word line. Here is what you all will need to enter inside

A continuation of Tree of Wishes. Read at your own risk (spoiler warnings and mild cliffhangers). These were taken from my "A Series of Aru Shah Oneshots" because I felt they were better in a separate fic. The chapters have been revamped and many parts have been edited. Note: This fic is incomplete and I currently have no plans to finish it.

Were women forced into Sati in ancient India?

DISCLAIMER: All characters and the Pandava Universe belong to Roshani Chokshi

This story is about a girl ..a girl who sacrificed everything..for her people , for the world , but got nothing in return Is it true did she really got nothing Did her penance go in vain Did she remain a girl " everyone called a witch " ? Why was she called a witch ? And more importantly a pretty witch What's her story ? What will happen if someone comes in her life ? To know the answer of all these questions ..let's dwel into the story and know why this story will be named as the "ETERNAL SAGA OF LOVE " "THE LOVE THAT TIME WILL REMEMBER " "THE LOVE WORSHIPED BY GOD THEMSELVES " THE LOVE BEFORE EVERYONE BOWED" "THE LOVE LIKE NO ONE SAW , HEARD AND TALKED ABOUT " let's come and see what was the story !!

In in th 7th of my podcast series MBin10, I bust the myth that Vyasa muni was partial to the pandavas and that he portrayed them as heroes although they were not.

Yuyutsu - Son of Kuru King Dhritharashtra and a maid of Gandhaari called Sukhada. Yuyutsu never was respected even though he was same age as Duryodhana. Yuyutsu and Vikarna were the two who never agreed or like the evil ways of Duryodhana. Like Vibhishana of Ramayana who disagreed and disliked Ravana's evil ways. Like Vibhishana he abandoned his evil brother during the Kurukshetra war. He was one of the few who chose dharma over relationship and various pretexts.

This story is an attempt to understand the sole Kaurava sister: Dushala. She is often dismissed in conversations as weak or simply irrelevant. However, the studying of the passing references to her in this epic presents a different story. In this story, we follow an extremely capable woman as she overcomes the crushing barriers set in her path, eventually raising herself to a pedestal equal to her illustrious brothers. Dushhala is rarely mentioned in Mahabharata, and therefore I have to resort to my imagination to fill in certain gaps. I will try my best to stay true to Dushala's strength and intelligence while I am at it. Thanks for reading! ❤

Facts about those beautiful, wise and pious wives of the five warriors, Pandavas.