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The Archer Remade
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Ongoing, First published Apr 19, 2025
The dice fell. The kingdom staked and lost. A queen was dragged. And the warriors... broke.
Once hailed as the finest archer of his age, Arjuna now walks into exile not with pride, but with guilt clawing at his heart. The echoes of the sabha haunt his every step: Draupadi's silence, Bhima's fury, Yudhishthira's shattered dignity.

He is not the hero the world remembers. Not yet.

Now, Arjuna sets off alone to acquire celestial weapons - but this is not just a physical journey. It's emotional, spiritual, and deeply transformative. And this is not just the story of exile. It is the resurrection of a soul: the reforging of a legend.
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The Last Consort: She who waited

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She Who Waited Why did she wait? What was her fate? Eons have passed since the tale of Mahabharata. The bloody war. But amidst the pages of that legend remains a character without quite an end, seemingly forgotten. But too bright to be lost, let's shed some light on the last consort's past. Cursed she was, as Lakshmi once more- To part from her beloved at every sacred door. Separation, the cruel thread woven through their fate, Lakshmi and Narayan-forever bound, forever too late. As Sita, she bore fourteen years apart, A forested ache carved deep in her heart. But time, ever turning, would not relent- It summoned the pain once more... as if heaven's debt was not yet spent. Avantika-a name the stars gently spoke, A lost princess, bathed in twilight's cloak. A child of prophecy, of love and lore, Bound to Narayan... yet left at fate's door. In Vrindavan's sunlit courtyard she stood, Pure of heart, misunderstood. Left behind not by abandonment, but by sacred decree, Even the Lord of Three Worlds could not set her free. A curse older than time, silent and cold, Stopped destiny's dance, made even gods fold. Her tears were stilled, her smile feigned, A love so bright... yet fate unchained. What bloomed like spring, withered with no warning- A tale of love that turned to mourning. despite it, memory was not all that was left, in her womb life swelled and light that kept.