Disclaimer;
Alrighty, this story is going to be getting some changes over the next while, as I have thought much more about it and decided I think things would have happened differently. This is fiction, after all, and on those grounds I can write just about whatever I want. Although of course I will always be respectful and responsible, and only write what I think Devi wishes. That said, let the story begin.
This Story is entirely out of my own Imagination but is Inspired and Born From Indian Mythology and Culture.
The Plot and Main Character are my own,
Although Inspired by
Adhi Shesha's consort
Shirsha/Ksheer Sagar/Naga Lakshmi.
I have found My Home and My Heart in These Beautiful Storys of Dev and Devi
And want only To Express My Love and Devotion Through My Imagination-
Which I may say is quite proficient-
And my hopefully enjoyable ability
To Create and Tell Storys.
I Hope This Story is not offensive To Anyone
And does not go aginst your Beliefs.
It is only a Work of Fiction To Entertain Myself and Whoever else Might Enjoy it.
I Hope Everone can look at This as a
Vaguely Interesting or maybe even a Wonderfully Intriguing Story.
If anyone has suggestions about Characters,
Backstory, Words, Pronunciation or anything else I'd be Happy To Hear it.
Please Comment and Tell me your Thoughts.
Please be Kind and Respectful.
I do want To be as Respectful as Possible and I hope we can all be Kind and
Nice and Truthful Together.
Thank You.
I Hope You Enjoy Reading!
♥️🙏🏼✨Namaskar✨🙏🏼♥️
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The Dream came like a wave, uncontrollable and overwhelming.
She reclined on a purple and gold couch, fingering a small arrow shaped pendant which hung around her neck. She ran her fingers over the shoftly pointed head, and rubed her thumb along the shaft. Staring through the arched windows at a deep blue sky, her wet eyes reflected the glittering stars.
A city stretched below her, but she spared not a glance at it. Her eyes were fixed on a stripe of sparkling white that drenched the edge of the sky. It arose from one horizon and fell to the other, like a rainbow without color, or with all the colors that ever existed all blended into one bright wave.
A tear raced the other down her cheek, joining a wet spot on the pearlescent white silk wrapped around her.
She had never known sadness like this before, even when they were wrenched away from each other the first time. It was a homesickness that gripped her like a terrible dragon, unrelenting and unbearably strong.
A fire burned in her abdomen, but the fire was having trouble battling the water that rushed through and up her. She was such a mix, and she almost didn't know what to make of herself.
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Life After Life
SpiritualWarning: This is a work of Fiction Inspired by Indian Mythology. It is simply my Imagination. No Butchering Please. Thank You. *~*~*~*~*~* ~Adhi Shesha Ke Raj Kumari Nagini~ ~Primordial Shesha's Mighty Princess Snake Woman~ Ashe Ananda thinks her...
