Mahabharata Tales Novels & Stories

Scheur POV I kept my eyes fixed on the stone floor as I carried the heavy laundry basket down the dimly lit hallway. In this world, humans knew their place — especially when serving werewolves. Two years in the palace had taught me one unbreakable rule: avoid them like poison. Speak only when spoken to. Never meet their eyes. Never linger. A burst of excited voices echoed from the servants’ quarters. I hesitated, then stepped closer and set the basket down.

"Used to be. Gave it up when the stories started costing more than they were worth." That answer carried weight, the kind that invited questions but also warned against them. I set the mug on the low table in front of me and leaned forward slightly. "What kind of stories?" "The kind that get people hurt when they come out wrong. Or when they don't come out at all." I felt a flicker of recognition then, something tugging at the back of my mind like a half-remembered name. "You sound like someone who has been burned by the industry."

Nyra It took me two days—and way too much late-night scrolling—to find anything solid about Fantasies. Most of what I found online was vague, broken, or so cryptic it might as well have been written in Morse code. People online just kept repeating the same thing: It’s not for everyone. Which, of course, made me want it more. I was huddled in the break room, elbows on the table, completely absorbed in a thread called “What really happens at Fantasies,” when a voice cut through the silence.

Disclaimer: This work is a piece of fantasy fiction. All names, characters, businesses, events, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. As a writer, I believe in the power of storytelling to create worlds that allow readers to escape reality and explore their imaginations. Each character and event in this story has been crafted with care, and I hope they resonate with you as much as they do with me.

“What is this part of the story? Mahabharata?” “Nope,” said Rajata, “As far as I know it is part of the Bhagavata Purana.” “What kind of story is that? How do you know?” Kalyana commented, “but, ah, even if I'm lied to, I can only just believe it!” Rajata chuckled. “I've been here many times, Na, and happened to have read about Prambanan,” he replied “So don't worry, I'm not lying!” Kalyana smiled, then returned to observe the carvings on the stone. “Did you get hurt when you took the photo here?”

He had looked at the Ramayana, Mahabharata and Bhagwad Gita were in succession "Ajo’pi sannavyayaatmaa bhootaanaam eeshwaro’pi san..." He mumbled to himself spinning the marker over his fingers, he suddenly felt himself going back to his childhood solving the unnerving cases. Chandrashekhar, besides from being a detective was exceptionally intelligent and loved the cases that would make him want to wreck his nerves till he found the culprit, that same habit he instilled in Krishna as well. This particular shloka, what was so special about it?

she spread her hand to him. Vihaan excitedly moved to her and hugged. He laid his head in her lap and slept. She dotingly rolled her fingers in his hair .. " You know about Ramayana and Mahabharata, right? " " Yes, the great poems of our cultural history. " " Good.. In that both poem what's the command things" " A war, Lord Vishnu 's avatar , marriage , family 's unity and love, husband wife 's true love, devotees, brotherhood, great friendship and revenge..and… " he paused to remember more common points.

I'd secretly wanted to for years but I never thought I was close enough to the type of guy he likes. Man, oh man! I couldn't even tell you how many men were inside me. Or how many I was inside of. Practically every one of them was addictive! Big, long, hard, rubbery, torpedo shaped, giant, thick, thin, you name it, everything a man could ever hope for was right there. In me, on me, against me, around me; there were slime covered bodies slipping and sliding - it was way better than ALL of my fantasies!