Истории Shakuni

Mayuri has spent her life digging up the past - never once imagining the past would reach back and pull her in. One moment she is standing on the Gujarat coastline, staring at a relic rising from the sea, trying to decode the language inscribed across its surface. The next, she is standing in a world that should not exist - a world of gold-spired palaces and rivers that have not yet been named on any map she knows. Dwapara Yuga. The age of the Mahabharat. The age of Krishna. She always believed him to be a story. A metaphor wearing a crown. A god invented by people who needed one. She was wrong. And the moment she realizes it, she does something no one in any scripture ever dared to do - she challenges him. If he is truly who they say he is, if fate truly bends to his will the way every text claims, then surely it can bend to hers too. She tells him she will change it. The war. The deaths. The grief written into every page of a story that hasn't been written yet. Krishna only smiles, and tells her to try. What follows is not the rewriting she imagined. Every thread she pulls tightens another. Every fate she tries to spare finds its way back to ruin by a different road. She is drowning in a war that was never supposed to be hers to fix, in a yuga that was never supposed to let her in - and the longer she stays, the less certain she becomes of which world she is fighting to save: theirs, or the one she left behind. Some stories are written to be read. This one was written to be lived - and Mayuri is running out of time to change the ending.

Time has always been untouchable, a force that bends to no one. Yet destiny has its own designs, weaving threads that no blade can sever. Souls meant for each other are drawn together, no matter how many times the world tries to split them apart. Shravani and Barghavi were bound by more than friendship. Best friends turned sisters, they carried within them the weight of fate itself-Shravani, calm yet unyielding like the monsoon rains, and Barghavi, fierce and consuming like fire. Together they were balance, two halves of a bond that destiny refused to let go. But destiny is never kind without trial. Torn away from their soulmates-whose names remain hidden, waiting to be discovered-the sisters are thrust into a world where chaos lurks, eager to rewrite history once more. Their bond is their shield, their love their weapon, yet the path ahead is shadowed by uncertainty. As they awaken to their mission, the question lingers: will their fire and rain mend the fractures of time, or will the world collapse under the weight of chaos again? History waits, trembling. The story begins not with answers, but with a promise-that when souls meant for each other are separated, destiny will always find a way to bring them back.

What is Shantanu had a elder sister? What if she took over the kingdom after the demise of Shantanu? What if she changed the destinies of some in the great epic? Read to find out. Started 26/10/2023

अन्तः अस्ति प्रारंभः। The end is the beginning. A caterpillar dies, to birth a butterfly. Water evaporates to rain down. Dead carcasses fill the stomachs of vultures.Life gives way to death and death to life. In a vicious circle of different karmas and janmas, a soul leaves a decaying body to move onto something better and livelier. But what if certain karmas are found hanging on the thin string between salvation and damnation? This is exactly where Mihira Ramnath Subhedar finds herself. The last of the many Kaliyugis, she was holding on to the narrowest beam that would lead her towards eternal the light, or so she thought. Poets were liars, she discovered when the end neared. There was nothing peaceful about death, no rest and no respite; just an ounce of faith which made her believe that she would finally find a place at the Lord's feet. But the ever merciful Leeladhari had discrete intents for such a soul that had just witnessed the end of the heinous yuga. "No, ain't Vaikuntha but Dvāpara. Good luck completing the unfinished business!" Walk along the aisle with Mihira while she embarks on the greatest pilgrimage of her rekindled life, witnesses the red of the Swastika being washed over by the red of vengeful blood and being swept off her feet by a man she'd never heard of.

if kaurav and pandav accepted each others as brothers but Shakuni was angry because of this and try to destroy them let's see what happens

Book two of Aanyati - a warrior That inauspicious day left behind a broken soul which could never repair. This is the story of Aanyati who survived even in the worst and then came out the best , this is a story of how she gathered herself and became the strength of her children , a story of love , betrayal , heartbreak , death , life and the real dharma . That day left her with nothing , her love was gone so was her strength , the people she trusted to her death betrayed her , the people which she called her own left her . But she survived . Her children became her support , her sakha guided her and she emerged as the best to make her enemies suffer the worst . Don't read without reading the first part ...

"I... I never wanted this Govind. Why ? Why everytime all these things happen to me only ? What have I done to deserve all this ?" "But this is what you chose, you had the choice but you went along your father's wish, had you listened to your heart for once, this all never would've happened. I told you that everything was in your hands, your destiny depended on your choice" "Is it still ?" "It'll always be" "Then I want to do it, I want to go back and correct all this, I want to listen to my heart for once, I... I want to be with him... Krishna looked into her eyes to notice a new flame emerging, which was never seen before... --------------------------------------------

Is the end ever truly the end or the start of something buried in centuries? What if her fall was not a fall but time folding back to find her again ? When grief screamed louder than the wind, she vanished into a prophecy. She wasn't lost by time. She was remembered by it. She walked with laughter in her steps and sunlight in her breath. But what happens when eyes that remember too much finally forget? Her world paused. And in that pause time whispered her name. If time is not a thread, but a memory then grief is a signal ? A soul can pray without words, and the cosmos always listens. One blink, One breath and everything changed. She opened her eyes in a land where gods still walk and rivers sing. Where memory is prophecy, and strangers are long-awaited. Not a stranger. A verse forgotten in ink, She is recognition reborn. Some souls are pulled by forgotten promises. She is gentle flame of destiny A bridge between truths. Two worlds orbit her-one fading, one familiar. Her silence is storm before the unveiling. She came to awaken justice time tried to erase. She is the breath between slokas. The girl forgotten by time until time remembered her purpose. For those who feel too old for their age, dream in chants, and ache without knowing why. Her journey is yours. What if tears were memories from another age? She became strong to reshape it. Not a superhero. Not perfect. But raw. True. Familiar. She breaks like you. Rises like you. Welcome to Accidental Transtemporal Travel Where time bends to soul, and the forgotten become flame. Her silence is your reflection. Her scars, your map. To those who've whispered, "I don't belong here" Maybe you never did. But you're not lost. Just waiting to return. Open the book-step into memory. Walk through ancient halls where silence holds prophecy and when it ends, you won't say "What a tale." You'll whisper... "I remember." A debut inspired by the Mahabharata not retold, but revered. © All Rights Reserved

true love never exists right?? or If it does than only give pain. "It's amazing how someone can break your heart, and you can still love them with all the little pieces." ~~~

Silver light flows from the moon, guiding your each step through the dark forest, thick with foliage. As you walk further, the dense forest gives way to a huge building, which looks to be abandoned, deprived, of contact with the human world. You make your way to the building, uncertainty lingering in your brain, but the curiosity tugging at your heart wins you over. As you reach the door, you notice that it is unlocked, but you have to struggle a bit to open the old, heavy thing. At last, you manage to open it, and you see shelves and shelves, decorated with neatly arranged books from a bygone era. They have collected dust from sitting there for God knows how long. At that moment, you know. You may not know how or why you got here, but now, this feels like home. Your hands reach for a book that seems right to you, and now, you are no more than a silent spectator, as the characters you read about come alive in a reality that your mind has created. These characters might have been dead for millennia, may not have even existed, but you- the readers- have the ability to make them live for eternity and beyond. lol idk what this is but PLS READ THANK YOU ILY

This story is about the love of arsu It has a addition characters who have a link to kaliyug. story describes great bond about love, sibling bond, friendship and promises purely fictional let start the journey together

What happens when girl....who was about to die.....reached the mahabharat time... What happens if the fate plays a game again... What if she has a past which is connected to Krishna And make her to marry the panch Pandavas... Will her life move as a flowery way or a thorny way.... Peep into know more

Duryodhana and Shakuni were no fools. They looked at things strategically and decided not to fight until they felt the odds were in favor for them in every way. Why and what is the details that we will explore here.

Falling for the Sun by Naina Devi She wasn't supposed to be there. He wasn't supposed to fall for her. In a world ruled by fate and war, their love was a quiet rebellion- brief, burning, unforgettable. He was born from the Sun. She came from beyond time. And yet-they found each other. ~~~~ He wasn't supposed to mean anything to me. Not with those eyes that held centuries of silence. Not with that voice that told me to stay away, while his presence whispered-don't leave. Thrust into the chaotic heart of a kingdom on the edge of war, I didn't expect to find myself hiding in dark corridors, pressed against cold stone walls, breathless beneath the weight of his gaze. He was Karna-untouchable, unreadable, and unforgiving. And yet, every time he spoke my name, the world stilled. ~~~~ This is their story- of what could've been, what never was, and what always will be.

The origin of the multiverses and the central core of all existence himself intertwines the mystical motion of time and destiny to unfold a new saga of action , politics and myths so as to justify the perennial principles of the cosmic forces .

She lived a life where she was the most hated which melted his heart. She was one of the biggest devotee of gods but one day it changed. That day gods and goddesses became helpless and wailed. But no one went to help her except him. To the gods and goddesses it was as if her devotion was power to them. Since when she stopped praying to them they started to become weak.

This a story of a dancer who made the Vibhatsu sway to the tunes of her ghungroo. The lashes of her eyes were all it took to sweep the Kriti of his feet. But did she know - she was the dayita of her savayasachi. His burning copper eyes were the spark she needed during hopeless time His curly hair seemed have her as it's prisoner. "Am I the only prisoner of yours though?" " o illustrious one . They said time heals but I've realised - time doesn't heal but new pain numbs the old one . Am I right keshava?

Have you ever wondered what would happen if Karna has a twin brother! he was got as a boon from Surya dev , was lost. Chandragupta has 2 sisters and 1 mysterious brother. Peep in to know the story of- 👉Karna's twin brother 👉Kanha's mohini 👉Arjun's ardhangini 👉Sahadhev's sashtra 👉Chandragupta's chandra 👉Krishna's sisters 👉Chandragupta's sisters