A Retrospect of the State of the Colony of Port Jackson, on the Date of my former Narrative, in July, 1788. Previous to commencing any farther account of the subject, which I am a...
Kashi—where the Ganga flowed with the whispers of ages past, where the ghats bore witness to warriors sharpening their swords and poets weaving their verses into eternity. The city...
As Arjuna arrived at that holy and delightful region, the air was thick with the sacred scent of sandalwood and the distant hum of conch shells. His Chetak ran through the soft ear...
I want to simplify things for my readers to clarify the complex web of characters and storylines.This tale is an intricate blend of Mahabharata, Shrimad Bhagavatam, and Harivamsa. ...
It wasn't that Zhu Qing lacked courage; it was just that recalling the scene when he was beaten left him feeling utterly powerless.He had initially thought she was just a Foundatio...
Today's morning in Hastinapur was characterized by bustling activity, especially at the royal palace. The palace grounds were a flurry of sights and sounds, as servants and attenda...
"So you are Mandavi?"Karn inquired, his eyes narrowing slightly in curiosity as he absorbed the weight of Suchitra's tale. They sat together beneath the ancient Banyan tree, its sp...
Talking: Nice to meet you.Whispering: That's wild.Thinking: (What the hell is happening?)---------------------------------------------------------{3rd Person POV}A week had passed ...
The waters of the Yamuna shimmered under the soft glow of the evening sun, their gentle waves carrying whispers of forgotten conversations and unspoken prayers. Arjuna stood at the...
Author's Note (Story and Patreon Updates):I will release one free extra chapter for both Manifest Fantasy and Summoning America if any of the following milestones are met: - RoyalR...