VeerPurush | The Story of Vajra
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  • Parts 43
  • Time 13h 27m
Ongoing, First published Apr 05, 2020
In the wake of Kurukshetra's destruction, the Rajya of Dharma is established, yet shadows linger as the wheels of time turn toward the dawn of a new age-Kali Yuga. Evil, though vanquished, never truly fades. Dark schemes simmer beneath the surface, toppling empires and spreading chaos across the land. The balance of power shifts, and the rise of Kali looms inevitable.

At the heart of this turbulent era is Rajakumara Vajra of Dwarka, heir to the legacy of the Yadavas and Pandavas. Raised on stories of righteousness prevailing over darkness, he is the pride of his family and the hope of his people. But as the world crumbles around him and evil grows bolder,it's time for Vajra to face his destiny. 

Will he have the strength to rise against the darkness, or will he fall to the growing tide of Kali?

This novel is a spin-off from my trilogy - The PandavaNandini chronicles.
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Rathantara : A Jayagatha Journey

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Her hair, a cascade of raven waves, flows like the ocean's endless rhythm, each strand mirroring the ebb and flow of the sea she was born from. Her eyes, the most enchanting shade of seafoam green, hold the mystery of the deepest waters - calm yet fathomless, gentle yet fierce. When she smiles, it is as if the world itself is bathed in light, the sun rising from behind a darkened sky. Even the hardest of icebergs would melt in the warmth of her gaze. Her presence is a symphony of nature itself, a reflection of the oceans, the winds, and the skies - beautiful, powerful, and unyielding. She was Padmaja, the princess of the Trivandhya alliance, born of land and sea, the youngest of the great Trivandhya empire. She was the princess of Saurashtra, her roots deep in the soil of the sacred land, yet her heart belonged to the boundless waves. She was Mahalakshmi herself, the eternal consort of Krishna, born of the lotus and the ocean, of grace and strength. She was the one who shared his burdens, who wiped his tears and lent him a shoulder to lean on when the weight of the world became too heavy. The divine protector, the guiding hand for those who faltered, Padmaja was the mother goddess of the universe, the Sarva Swamini - the all-mother, the one who embraced all in her arms, offering love, protection, and wisdom. To the Pandavas, she was not just a figure of power but their savior, their guide, and their unwavering protector. She was the strength that bolstered their resolve and the heart that healed their wounds. She was the embodiment of compassion and power, the very force that balanced the cosmos. In her, the world found solace, in her, the divine found its purpose. She was the dawn, the moonlit night, the sun's warmth - both the protector and the protector's light. And no matter the storm, no matter the darkness that loomed, Padmaja, the princess of land and sea, would always rise - a beacon of hope, an eternal mother to all.