Unnamed Clan Prime Minister Residency, 7 Lok Kalyan Marg, New Delhi Mr. Pradhan Virupaksha, the National Security Advisor, adjusted his frameless glasses that sat over his sunken, dark-circled eyes. He rubbed his freshly shaven face—he had shaved just before the meeting—and exhaled slowly. It had been a sleepless night, spent collating information from various arms…

A Cry with Tears The tide had receded, leaving the sand slick and glimmering beneath the relentless noon sun. The beach stretched endlessly—a pale ribbon kissed by restless waves. Its shoreline was broken only by the jagged shadows of half-sunken wooden boats. Coconut trees leaned like tired sentinels over the barren dunes, their fronds brushing…

Night and Dawn Rudhra pressed his sword hard against Sabo’s, grunting with effort as the ground lurched beneath them, their footing shifting with every tremor. His eyes drifted past her—to Yodhika in the distance, the baby in her arms slowly fading away. In that brief moment of distraction, Sabo stepped forward—but the earth jolted. She…

The Boy Who Brings Peace Ashura and the soldiers surrounding the infiltrators—Rudhra and his comrades—wobbled wildly as the ground shook beneath them. Some fell, while others dropped to their knees, struggling to steady themselves. Devansh ran into the palace, swaying left and right as he pushed toward its center. Jeron rushed out of the building…

Yodhika’s Rebellion Two hours earlier…. “I am yet to reach a conclusion. But I will try my best to make it fast. How do you feel now? Any pain?” the doctor asked Yodhika. She placed a hand on her lower abdomen. “No,” she replied. “Let me check the cervix.” He moved below Yodhika and inserted…

Last Light Rudhra walked slowly, step by step, into the heart of the south-side forest. Two hundred warriors were gathered there. For the past four to five months, Ranjan, his family, and Rudhra had brought them together and trained them relentlessly. Now they stood ready—prepared to attack at any moment. Among the warriors were two…

Closer Deadline Yodhika stood before the full-length mirror, her reflection framed in polished silver. The saree draped around her fully pregnant body shimmered softly under the palace lights. Four months had passed since the incident at the banquet. Four months of silence.Four months of waiting. She knew the truth. The Pranvars would attack the Amirthyas…

The Child of Unnatural Time Devansh sat on a wooden bench placed upon the white marble floors of the Third Main Corridor of the palace. The bench stood near a closed door from which Yodhika’s cries echoed loudly. Inside the chamber, Yodhika lay on a vast bed while two doctors attended to her. One moved…