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Kaalchakra: Rewriting Destiny

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Kaalchakra: Rewriting Destiny

What if the Mahabharata we know… had already failed? Once, it did. The Pandavas fell. Adharma rose. Aryavarta burned. On Kurukshetra’s blood-soaked field, as Arjun lay dying, his eyes opened to the impossible— a world reset, a second chance. Only he remembers the ruin that came before. Into this fractured destiny steps Ishvitha— a modern surgeon scarred by betrayal, a woman who never believed in gods or fate. Yet she becomes the one thread woven into an epic not her own. As envy poisons Hastinapur, two houses march toward destruction. And Ishvitha finds herself pulled between two blazing forces: ⚡ Thunder—fierce, consuming, impossible to escape. ☀️ Sunlight—steady, unshakable, a strength that endures. But desire is only the beginning. Why must an ordinary woman become the key to an extraordinary war? Why does Arjun guard her with a paranoia that borders on madness? And if history can be rewritten… what terrible price will fate demand? At the heart of the Mahabharata’s beginning— where love and hate blur, and fire consumes everything— Ishvitha must face a truth that could save Aryavarta… or doom it forever. ✨ A mythological tale of destiny and time, where even the greatest epic can shatter—and begin again.

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InkWovenMuse

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.