Dharmakshetra | A Modern Mahabharata Fiction

Delhi has always been a city of wars.

They don't look like wars anymore - they look like boardrooms, balance sheets, old family names fighting over older money. But the blood is the same. The hunger is the same. And the cost, when it finally comes, is always the same.

Krishna has never taken sides of the wrong. He tells himself it is principle.

Ahaana has spent her life holding other people's broken interiors together - her patients leave feeling known in ways they cannot explain. She doesn't know why. She has never known why.

When they find each other in the middle of Delhi's ugliest corporate war, something begins that neither of them has a name for. He keeps coming back to her. She keeps feeling things that arrive in layers - contradictory, ancient, entirely inexplicable. Like she has loved him before. Like she has loved him more than once.

Like once was never enough.

The war will not wait for them to understand it.

A love story inside a battle. A battle inside a love story. And the oldest question wearing the newest clothes -

When Kurukshetra comes again, what will you choose?