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Mahabharat: Shiva’s Last Variable

Himanshu was just an ordinary eighteen-year-old—an orphan scraping through life—until a heated argument about Karna and Arjuna became the last conversation he would ever have. Struck down by a god’s wrath for daring to question divine actions, his life ends abruptly… but not completely. Before his soul can fade into oblivion, he is summoned by Lord Shiva. Declaring that Himanshu’s death was unjust and premature, Shiva offers him a second chance—one bound not by mercy, but by purpose. A sacred duty awaits him in a world where Dharma is on the verge of collapse. Reborn in the era of the Mahabharata, Himanshu quickly realizes something is terribly wrong. The timeline exists. The kingdoms stand. The great war approaches. But the one who anchors destiny itself… Lord Krishna is missing. Without Krishna, the balance between Dharma and Adharma begins to shatter. Heroes waver. Villains rise unchecked. Fate itself grows unstable. Armed with three extraordinary boons—a mysterious system that rewards his actions, unnatural luck, and unmatched talent in all arts and combat—Himanshu steps into a story that was never meant to unfold this way. But in a world where destiny has lost its guide… Even the smallest change can birth unimaginable consequences. As he navigates alliances, alters events, and challenges the very will of the gods, Himanshu must confront a terrifying truth: Is he here to save this world… —or to decide if it deserves to be saved at all? ====================================== (Author note:) This story was a heavy A.U and all those characters belong's to the OG creator of the epic. Except the Mc and Oc. And I would never disrespect them. I hope you guys give me your opinion and idea's. WARNING: If you don't feel like you dislike A.U on Mahabharat then there is a chance you might not like the story. And the story won't just follow the book or any serials. It's A.U so might feel a mix kind of feeling. Bye guys I hope you enjoy the story.
Karikalan_000 · 1.3m Views

She Baths With Their Blood

In the span of a year, I lost my entire family. My father was killed in a helicopter crash with my grandfather. My mother was condemned by society and lost her life at the hands of the patient’s family. My eldest brother worked himself to death trying to hold everything together. My second brother was destroyed by the entertainment world he once loved. And my youngest sister, barely eighteen, was bullied to the point of suicide. When I returned home after a few years abroad, all that was left of them were ashes and whispers. Now, with my hawk-like relatives circling the family legacy my bloodline built for over a century, I have only one way to keep it from being devoured. Marriage. It was the condition for me to receive it. So I chose a stranger. Not just any stranger, the coldest one I could find. A man who wouldn’t flinch even if I drowned the world in blood. He looked at me from across his office, his eyes sharp, unreadable. “Why should I marry you?” he asked. “Just because of that century-old inherita—” “I don’t care about that,” I cut him off. He frowned, annoyed or intrigued, I couldn’t tell. “All I’m saying,” I told him. “Is that I can give you an entertainment you’ll never forget.” He said nothing. Just stared. So I stood, walked to his window, and watched the city spread beneath us. “Don’t you think this place is already too boring?” I asked softly. “I plan to run amok. To turn this country upside down. Maybe even the world.” When I turned back to him, there was something different in his gaze. Interest. Maybe danger. “I don’t care about the money,” I said. “But I won’t let them have a single cent. I’ll use every drop of it to wreak havoc…” A cold smile tugged at my lips. “…and let blood rain.” He raised a brow, the corner of his mouth curving slightly. “Oh,” he said. “That is indeed… interesting.”
Llaellen · 78.4k Views

Blade Over Magic

Xander was hailed as The Swordmaster on earth. When it came to blades, he held no equal. It didn't mater what category or how experienced his opponent was. He was just better, and none could deny it. Yet all it took was a bullet to end his life. All that hard work, all that talent. All of it gone because of an idiot with a gun. So Xander was naturally indignant against the reality of it. What was the point, then? What was the purpose of achieving such mastery if his life could be snuffed out so easily? His final thoughts were filled with resentment and regret. And so he closed his eyes. Only to reopen them again. But not in a hospital. But in an entirely new world, filled with magic and mages. Xander thought that in a place like this, his dream of making swordplay relevant would be possible. But he was dismayed to learn that not only had the body he transmigrated to been incredibly weak and untalented, but the act of swordfighting was heavily looked down upon. Made obsolete by mages who chanted powerful spells and unleashed them from a distance Yet on the verge of losing hope, he discovered something. This world, it's understanding of swordfighting wasn't just rudimentary. It was PATHETIC! Elite knights only knew how to swing harder and faster! There was no technique! No order! Offended, Xander made to use a blade. Even if the path was dead, he would not allow something so sacred to him be insulted so thoroughly. However, in the throes of his swordplay, he made a discovery, one that would shake the very foundations of the world as everyone knew it. Swordfighting wasn't obsolete. No, it was simply unexplored! And Xander, with his adequate knowledge on how to wield a blade realized... "The usage of swords with proper technique, is a form of magic in itself." And so begins the story of a man who decided to turn the entire world of magic on its head, with a Blade.
Bj_Omonobi_4986 · 186.7k Views