Kaustubha

Foreword

Countless tales have been told about or based on the glory of the ancient and medieval pasts, they nevertheless get old. They get newer as time gets older. Had not they been so flourishing, so would not be the tales about them. Some of the tales are true, some are invented, but they do the same thing, the fascination of the listener or reader.

Many are fascinated by the tales, and I am one of the many. Maybe, I was fascinated somewhat more that I wanted to invent a tale myself. My tale proved to be a very good one to me. I did not want to be the only one who knew it. So why not write it here?

Although writing is just a hobby to me, I will try my best to keep this story look as professional as I can. But since I do not want this to sound too behind the times, I will use typical English with contractions and regular grammar.

This story is set in a fictional location in 11th century South India. A beautiful location worth retelling its glory. The tropical greenness, the fertile soil, the soothing sun, the sacred waters, the cheerful sky, the stunning Dravidian architecture, the equally wild and cherishing wildlife, the amiable culture and lifestyle, and everything else make it the best location, especially because we will see the golden medieval.

The story is still in development, so there can be some changes in the cover picture, description, tags, and other story details for some time. But they will not lead to any plot holes.

This is rated mature because it contains violence.

Disclaimer:
All the characters, dynasties, locations, names, incidents, and the plot of this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to anyone or anything actual is purely coincidental. Some things are inspired by actual things, but they are not any kind of impersonation.