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Nothing Holy Was Ever Whole

Story

Nothing Holy Was Ever Whole

She entered the sacred water to disappear. But the Ganga delivered her to a legend’s beginning. Not to die— but to start again. Dr. Tvarita has always been the strong one. A surgeon, a healer—anchoring everyone but herself. Grief finally shatters the last of her resolve, and with nothing left to lose, she lets the river swallow her fate. But the Ganga has its own designs. Tvarita awakens in Dwapar Yuga, an age of gods and warriors, where the Mahabharata’s story is yet unwritten, and destiny still negotiates its terms. Stranded in a world thick with myth and danger—brought not by prophecy, but by compassion—Tvarita finds herself under the watchful gaze of Krishna. He offers neither glory nor a hero’s role. Only a whisper: “The world may not need you. But you still belong in it.” She resists every offering. Her past is a wound that refuses to heal—a loss so deep it forbids hope, love, or belonging. All she wants is silence, a quiet place to mend—or to disappear completely. But the river won’t let her go. Nor will destiny. When two extraordinary souls cross her path—one a beacon of fire and longing, the other thunder wrapped in patience—Tvarita is drawn into a web of divine intrigue, forbidden desire, and aching secrets. In this land, even the gods hide scars best left unspoken. And even broken hearts can become sacred. For lovers of mythic retellings, yearning, and slow-burning love: A lyrical epic about survival, second chances, and the inexorable pull of a soul meant to love, even across lifetimes.

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I write love in all its forms — soft touches in hospital corridors, stolen glances in kingdoms doomed by prophecy, and aching silences between people who never say enough. From white coats to mythic wars to quiet city streets — if it hurts, heals, and lingers… it belongs in my world.