Yugantara : Beyond Time

Yugantara : Beyond Time

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Última publicación sáb, mar 21, 2026

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The two Best friends Vrunda and Maithali never imagined their late-night history discussions and scenarios would turn into reality- until they suddenly find themselves in the heart of Dwapar Yuga. Lost in the epic world of the Mahabharata, they must navigate war, alliances, and destiny itself. But as their choices start shaping the very course of history, one question lingers-were they meant to be here all along?"

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