Seeta Stories

An insight into the Love life of a couple from Ramayana. And No! It's not Ram and Seeta

A humble attempt to better understand Shrutakirti, the youngest of the four Maithili sisters. She is one character from the Ramayana who remained behind the curtains for most of the show. Note: Since so less information is available on her, I will probably be forced to rely only on my imagination for the most part. I hope readers will forgive those deviations from the available texts!

After Seeta's departure, Rama finds himself in a strange bind with his children- strangers to him in all but name. Dealing with the loss of the one thread that could've connected them, they struggle to find common ground. Note: I will not follow Valmiki's Ramayana exactly for this story, thanks! Note: This work does not make use of GenAI tools in any shape or form on account of my strong belief that the use of such tools is a sacrilegious betrayal to human nature itself. Hence, if you are looking for such content, please feel free to not interact with my work. Thanks! :)

Once a year, every year, a fifteen year old child from each of the seven villages is given away as a sacrifice to the demons in exchange for a bit of food and protection. The demons choose their sacrifice and bring them to the Demon Lands, a dark world full of werewolves, vampires, and many more horrifing creatures. No one knows what happens to the seven, for none ever return. Seeta Occeli is chosen from the Fifth Village, and she is set on escaping. But as she meets the seductive creatures of the Demon Lands, will she really want to?

Vikrama Seetarini: An Epic of the Eternal Fire and her Protector I never thought I'd be the girl whose name stirred whispers in ancestral halls. Time and history don't wait for anyone but they repeats themselves with the same rage and love irrespective of the scars and death.....they always circle back. I was just Saaravi Chaturvedi-an interior designing student, raised on boundaries and silence, walking into Lumen University, Hyderabad with nothing but ambition and a sketchbook. But everything changed the moment I stepped into Aaranyalayam-An ancestral bungalow of the person who got me pondering about his gaze. What was in his eyes? lust? no. love? no......recognition? There in Aaranyalayam , I saw me, in a 700-year-old painting who looked exactly like me. Sitting on the lap of a man who wore Arjun Dev's face. And when I turned to Arjun- the man who is a storm in stillness-I realized he already knew. He had seen that painting years before he saw me. And somehow... he was waiting. What followed wasn't love in the normal sense. It was a reunion of lifetimes. A vow sealed with blood under the divine's gaze. A storm that rang the temple bells without human hands. A flame that didn't flicker, even against the wind. I didn't ask for divinity. I didn't ask to be knelt before, to be called Empress. But fate, it seems, never needed my permission. It circled back to me....The fire once protected by "Rajadhiraja Vikrama Dev Aryavart, because of the curse from, The Fire, Seetarini Vikrama Dev Aryavart". Now I carry more than my name-I carry echoes of an empire, the burden of sacred fire, and a man whose silence speaks in lifetimes. And as the world begins to remember who I am... I am learning to choose who I now want to be. History didn't repeat itself, it is resuming from where it was paused, or should i say cursed.