What if a promise broken on the battlefield of Kurukshetra still waited, echoing across centuries, demanding to be fulfilled today?
Raj Malhotra, born into power and politics, believes his fight is for justice and truth. But soon he is trapped in something far bigger—betrayal from within, conspiracies outside, and a ruthless web of power that feels like a modern Chakravyuh, a circle that has never been broken.
Beside him stand two anchors. Saks
Not every love story ends in joy. Some only wish to be remembered. Love doesn’t always stay; sometimes it lingers as echoes—a silence too deep, a fragrance returning unexpectedly, a sentence unfinished yet unforgettable.
Rajeev once dreamed of a life with Akeera. Their love was fleeting, imperfect, yet genuine. It ended like an unsent letter tucked away, still close to the heart.
Meera came later—not to replace, but to live beside the quiet
In a forest untouched by time, where silence breathes deeper than thought and memory dissolves like mist, a nameless sage awakens beneath an ancient banyan tree, with no past, no name, and only a single question echoing through his bones: Who am I?
As Kaalnath walks the pathless path, guided by silence, visions, and the voice of Kaléshwari—the divine reflection of Shakti—he unravels the illusions of self, destiny, and existence itself.
This
What if a promise broken on the battlefield of Kurukshetra still waited, echoing across centuries, demanding to be fulfilled today?
Raj Malhotra, born into power and politics, believes his fight is for justice and truth. But soon he is trapped in something far bigger—betrayal from within, conspiracies outside, and a ruthless web of power that feels like a modern Chakravyuh, a circle that has never been broken.
Beside him stand two anchors. Saks
In a forest untouched by time, where silence breathes deeper than thought and memory dissolves like mist, a nameless sage awakens beneath an ancient banyan tree, with no past, no name, and only a single question echoing through his bones: Who am I?
As Kaalnath walks the pathless path, guided by silence, visions, and the voice of Kaléshwari—the divine reflection of Shakti—he unravels the illusions of self, destiny, and existence itself.
This
Not every love story ends in joy. Some only wish to be remembered. Love doesn’t always stay; sometimes it lingers as echoes—a silence too deep, a fragrance returning unexpectedly, a sentence unfinished yet unforgettable.
Rajeev once dreamed of a life with Akeera. Their love was fleeting, imperfect, yet genuine. It ended like an unsent letter tucked away, still close to the heart.
Meera came later—not to replace, but to live beside the quiet