FLAWSOME LINES-Mahabharat Time Travel
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Nineteen-year-old Dhvani was a 21st-century university student drowning in chronic academic panic when her mind completely short-circuited. She expected to wake up in a hospital bed, not flat on her back on the shores of the ancient Dwarka, trapped inside what she assumed is a stress-induced dream.
Love and relations were introduced as transactions to her- would that perspective of hers get a transition?
An alternative-universe slow-burn.
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