Unlike the gods, the goddesses are easier to find. Only with the right gaze at women can one find the goddesses residing within their bodies, smiling at them. The goddesses, just like mortal women, are lovers, scholars, artists, warriors, daughters, mothers, sisters, but, foremost, she is a woman. And so, the bond between goddesses and mortal women has been held reverently by all womenfolk. They look at the divine feminine through the eyes of a sister, a friend, as a student, and many times as a daughter. People call little girls goddesses, and then they refer to the bride, adorned in red and gold, as a goddess too. Dear woman, have you looked inside your being and ever seen the goddess stretching her hand out to you? Have you acknowledged her divine presence inside you? The next time you look in the mirror, stare into your eyes, and soon you will find yourself face to face with the goddesses. Reach out to them. They have been waiting for you to realize them. The goddesses, after all, live through women on Earth. May you find some of them talking to you through the pages of these stories... To realize the divine, one needs to travel the path of knowledge to know the truth of the soul, this world, and the universe. The truth disguises itself under many garbs, hidden from view. And so we have the tales of divine women, akin to the goddesses, whose tales we celebrate even today. These women belong to our world, who rose to the stature of being a goddess. Some took the path of knowledge, and some gave the world art. Some resided as brave queens, and some devoted their lives to love that we now sing and write poems about. Presenting: Goddesses, Rishikas, and Women.

[TAKEN DOWN FOR QUERYING | FEATURED on OFFICIAL WATTPAD's Community Happenings] Cover by the magician @MoranaInDesign (she is literally a magician!) Maya, a journalist, finds herself in the middle of religious panic when a prostitute she had met is found to be murdered. **** Lucifer, as they have been named, faces the namesake of the Devi in Devipuram. Will they be able to sacrifice this rose too like the other ones, or will the thorns now make them bleed to death? **** Maya has been tasked with writing something about the folk of Devipuram for the upcoming Puja magazine. She decides to visit the slums where the prostitutes live. Here, she meets Radha- a beautiful prostitute with a daughter. The very next day, Radha is found dead in the temple premises. And what the villagers label as the next-in-line in a chain of paranormal murders is a magnetic mystery in the life of Maya which tempts her to get to the root of this cruelty. Will she succeed in finding out the culprit or succumb to death like the five victims? WORD COUNT: 60,000-65,000 words

Part 1 in Kalika Empire Series Shakrajit, the Crown Prince of Kalika Empire is infamous for his battle prowess. He is known for his shrewd political tricks. The hero of the people of Kalika Empire. The only ones who have seen his head bowed before them would be Kuladevi Rana Chandi Kalika, his mothers, and his Guru. Yet, she was only one who could boast that they could command him without a sign of rebellion. She. Mayurakshi, the Princess of Krishneri. Her greatest dream is to be her father's beloved little girl.

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The Chōlas - A magnificent dynasty that had once ruled the seas-the maritime silk route. Currently ruled by the wise emperor Sēmbiyan Meghavarnan, they were the power that no one dared to mess up. The Chālukyas were subordinates to the Chōlas, ruling east of what is present day, the Indian state of Karnataka. A small kingdom when compared to the vast Chōlan empire, ruled by the ambitious king, Arimardana. With greed and power lust inflamed, he eventually seeks out to vanquish the Chōlās and restore the previous glory of the Chālukyas as an empire. Facing failure at every attempt, Arimardana eventually sought one thing - Kidnap the Chōlan Military commander. Seek the Chōlans out to war, for an army without the commander in chief is a Goddess without her weapons. With war looming on the horizon, the sands bloodthirsty, the emperor's life at stake, how will the Chōlās face this? § Cover credits - @mymydreammymydream § Aesthetic credits - @ladylightsword THIS BOOK SHALL BE PUBLISHED IN PAPERBACK FORM IN THE FUTURE. IT SHALL BE DISCONTINUED HERE IN WATTPAD, BUT SHALL BE PUBLISHED IN THE FUTURE. THE CHAPTERS HERE SHALL BE A PREVIEW.

Every Deva, Devi, Asura, Asuri have their story; But this story is in form of poetry; This story is about Darika and Bhadrakali; This story is about fiercest form of Bhagavathy. *** This poetry-story is based on one of the famous folklore of Kerala. [Completed] [Third person POV] *** Highest Ranking: #206 in Poetry on 11/7/2017 #125 in Poetry on 12/7/2017 *** ©2017 by Likhitha Reddy

[Added to Historical/General Fiction reading list of @ProjectWomanUp] #ProjectWomanUp She didn't know martial arts yet she was strong. She broke from the sacred bond; society taunted her yet she was strong. She came across a tragic truth; society humiliated her yet she was strong. This is a story of a woman who runs away from her dark past. But when her past starts haunting her, what will she do? Will she run away or face it? She tries to stand up on her own feet, helped by an unknown man, in quest of reviving Indian history. Things change when she finds a box. But she is always confused when she finds that man around her, his presence having strange effect on her. Will she be able to muster her lost self confidence or will she be shattered again? When her purity is questioned, will she be strong? *** [Completed] [Third person point of view] [Unedited] [Sequel : Kanyaka Fight For Honour] *** Highest ranking : #19 in General Fiction on 15/2/2017 #22 in General Fiction on 14/2/2017 #26 in General Fiction on 5/10/2016 ©2016 by Likhitha Reddy

Hari Ananta Hari Katha Ananta In the magnanimous ocean of the stories of Sriman Narayana, this is a small effort to bring short imaginary glimpses of him. The idea is show glimpses of the eternal bliss that is Madhava. His stories just as sweet as his name.

She is pundarikaaksha She is neelothpala She is kanaka varnaangi She is neelakesi She is bimbosthi She is sumadhya She is padmapalaasakshi She is manmadhyasa rathim yathhaa She is varavarnini She is Mrudusarvagaathri She is Tarunaaditya sankaasa She is Nava Hemaanbha She is Sunaasa, Sukesi, Thapthakanchanavarnaabha, Rakthathunganakha , Suroopa , Samavibhakthaangi, Suchismitha , Madhurabhaashini, Vilasini, Neelakunchitha Moordhaja, Vararoha, Sukumaari "She is an angel, she is my blessing, she is my beloved"

"I left, I couldn't stay no more. They were all drunk. Some harsh words were passed on. Some insults were thrown. The next moment swords were unsheathed, the sharp metals sliced through kinsmen by kinsmen. The ground has been drenched with the Yadava blood." he uttered weakly, the lump in his throat forbidding him from further speech. She looked up at him, his eyes weary and distant. So that's how it was going to be, their bloodline was to be swept off in an intoxicated brawl. Her thin fingers found his cold ones, as she intertwined them, some of her warmth seeping into his being. "What about Dau?" "He went off, presumably into the woods, way before things got out of control." spoke the man of midnight skin, closing his eyes, "What about sister Revati?" "She was feeling out of sorts since the afternoon, so she retired for the day. She's been sleeping ever since." answered his queen, realization dawning upon her. The looked into each other's eyes in shock, the truth nowhere ready to settle. Krishna sat himself on the bedside table, his hands gripping the silken wood too hard. Rukmini sat down in front of him, pressing the edge of her saree on his forehead, wiping away the sheen of sweat that had collected. Warm tears cascaded down his cheeks, falling onto her drapes. Her free hand cupped his wet cheek, and he leaned into the touch. "It is time, Rukmini, it is time." On some fortunate days- #7 under Narayana #2 under Rukmini