Shakti Stories

The Oberoi mansion stood tall that night, glittering with chandeliers and silence. Once a home that echoed with laughter and power, it now carried a strange stillness-as if the walls themselves were holding their breath. A storm raged outside, lightning flashing against the glass, but it was nothing compared to the storm brewing within. Faces that once smiled with certainty now carried questions. Bonds that once seemed unbreakable felt strained. Somewhere in the shadows, a man who had once carried the world on his shoulders sat in silence, his eyes burning with a thousand unspoken words. A father. A leader. A man whose reflection no longer looked the same. The night whispered of secrets yet untold, of relationships on the verge of breaking, of children who would soon be forced to choose between pride and love. And so began a story not of victories, but of battles fought in the heart-where strength would be tested, loyalties divided, and a family's legacy threatened by its own blood. The storm outside was only the beginning.

"All of these skies and earths, the winds and breeze are witness to My Love. They shall carry My message to My Lord for I eagerly wait for Him to come to Me." How beautiful is this world where we can see a reflection of the Divine everywhere around. Love is all prevalent and the purest is the form of devotion. These retellings, full of emotion, surrendrance, devotion and love, are an ode to the timeless classics of our Great Goddess and our Lord who take up many different forms to teach us about love. Follow for more beautiful stories and poems : )

This thread is created where from now on all the Kriyansh and Arsha One Shots will be posted!! I have posted One shots previously and I will be shifting them here too. I will not delete the already posted ones but will add them here too.

Home. That one place everyone wants to go back no matter how long your away, home can be a metaphor for something you want to hold on forever. Nevertheless home is home.

A favored one of the world spirit has died in the real world and the spirit has a task for her: use her knowledge of the future and her own discretion and best judgement to tip the scales of the war. She will have full knowledge of the plot, but unlike many other reincarnated self-inserts, her only interest is to those she calls her own. Enter: Isa. AU - starts off with canon but Isa will make changes as she (I) sees fit. All original plots and characters belong to their creators. Fair warning, a lot of this story does not have anything to do with the main plot for a long time. Isa will be doing her own thing, not joining in on majority of the Gaang's adventures.

The Pandavas fought for eighteen days. PandavaPatnis fought for thirteen years. Yet they became Shakti to their husbands again for those eighteen days! How? We never cared to know! But without their sacrifices and love, their husbands could have never achieved victory over evil. Without their support, Dharma would have never been established in Bharatavarsha! We are indebt to them. We owe those Veeranganas heartfelt respect for the persons they were! The nine forms of love. Nine forms of Shakti. Nine forms of Dharma. They are nine. Yet they are one. The Sahadharminis of those warriors who fought for Dharma. The divine consorts of Pandavas. (Navarupena Samsthitaa is Sanskrit word. It means, the Goddess who manifests herself in nine forms.) Current ranking: #3 in Shakti #8 in tale (out of 5.6k stories) #44 in epic (out of 13.6k stories) #21 in women's fiction (out of 2.22 k stories) Cover, banners and aesthetics credit: @_justloveharry_33