Her eyes, brown like the mud she fell on, shed tears.
Her hair, soft like a silk sari draped around her, laid on her shoulder even though they were ruffled.
Her breath, like the winds in a monsoon, stops.
Maybe Div wasn't meant to be taken to Dwapar Yug. But, either way, she couldn't escape her dark fate. Like the warriors who died in Kurukshetra, like the mothers who cried behind their blindfolds, like the brothers who attempted to love one another.
Like the demigods of Mahabharat.
Div, thrown back in time to Dwapar Yug, struggles to simply survive in this era.
Fighting battles of love, lies, and death, Divya Kulkarni decides to change the dark side of Mahabharata.
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His eyes, bloodied like the soil of Kurukshetra, gazed upon the world.
His hair, dense and thick like the forest of Khandavprastha, swayed with the air.
His breath, scented like the rain, stops.
Maybe Aadi did deserve to be taken to Dwapar Yug. But neither was it his choice nor was his life, there, pleasant. Like the young kids of the Kuru lineage, like the widowed mothers, like the maniacs driven with revenge.
Like the demigods of Mahabharata.
Aadi, brought back in time to the Dwapar Yug, tries to figure out the people in this era.
Fighting the battles with friends, lovers and enemies, Aaditya Vishvakumar decides to change the dark side of Mahabharata.
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Suhana, our lively 18-year-old from the 21st century, enjoying her so-called "once-in-a-lifetime" trip with friends.
What could go wrong? Well, cue the dramatic drumroll!
The river of time takes an unexpected detour, and Suhana finds herself crash-landing into the Dwapar Yug, into the era of the Mahabharat. Now, instead of dealing with typical teen problems, she's dodging the princes of Kuru, who are throwing tantrums deadlier than a family dinner gone wrong and to top it off, they're all convinced that marrying Suhana off is the solution to world peace.
In this whirlwind of ancient chaos and madness, Suhana, in a moment of desperation, turns to the only one who seems sane-Her dear lord, Shree Krishna.
Turns out he's even more twisted than the whole Kuru dynasty. The playful celestial god communicates only in riddles, turning her quest for salvation into a celestial game of "Guess What I Mean."
"Hey bhagwan," Suhana groans.
"Haa bolo," Krishna grins, his eyes twinkling in mischief.
"He's not my savior. He's the reason for all my misery," Suhana cries, while the divine lord watches amusedly as the cosmic drama unfolds.