TheYugantaraQuill

Everyone said the child had no future.
No name. No father. Left alone on the river like he didn’t matter.

But Radha saw something else.
She picked him up, held him close, and said, “From today, you are my son.”

She had no wealth, no big family, no help from anyone.
But her love was enough. Her strength was enough.

Radheya grew up asking one question — Why does the world treat us like we are nothing?
He didn’t want to become a king. He didn’t care for power.
He just wanted to protect people like his Maa — simple, kind, and forgotten.

This is not a story of palaces or gods.
This is a story of love.
Of a boy who chose to stand up… because his mother stood by him.

Before anyone called him a hero,
he was just… Radheya — the son of Radha.


"He didn’t carry royal blood. He carried a mother’s love."

Radheya: The Son of Radha

I go by the name TheYugantaraQuill.

This is the first book in a series where I reimagine epic stories through a different lens — not to change them, but to explore the other possibilities they left behind.

In Radheya: The Son of Radha, I've tried to show Karna's journey in a new light — shaped by love, choices, and dreams.

If you're someone who loves deep emotions, strong characters, and stories that ask "what if?", then I hope you'll enjoy this journey with me.

Author’s Note