The great war in between the two of the greatest kingdoms occurred. The Cholas and the Rajputs.
She was the captive and he was the captivator.
She was the princess who was committed to someone else, tied by the strong thread of marriage. She was che...
She said, I had the advantage of knowing Tamil by heart, because the number of times I have come to this palace secretly, just to keep an eye on Sudarshan and know his poisonous plans, I had to learn Tamil.' Perks of being the CharakRaj' . But I pretended not to understand what she said. Complications would arise. I smirked at her vocabulary of cuss words. It was probably very small. Shameless Animal. That's not even affecting enough. But she was heavenly gorgeous. More beautiful than any other woman I have ever seen.
Her pearl-like tears shining against her bronze skin, with that gold nose ring around her septum, was the most alluring thing I have ever seen. She was also wearing two other nose rings on the other two sides, signifying that she was a married woman, and that somehow pissed me off. Her bare shoulders and that green silk cloth with golden borders with a little dip on her cleavage that was wrapped around her bosoms and that flat smooth naked stomach, with a small diamond piercing on her navel was driving me crazy. She was the first woman I had seen with a pierced navel, and my knuckles were itching to feel the smoothness of her midriff. She was wearing the saree normally with the green part wrapped around her waist with broad plaits. The only thing different was the anchal. It was narrower than usual, only covering her left bosom while the other one was only hidden by the green cloth. A long gold coined mangalsutra on her neck with two other deep gold necklaces. Two big kundans on her ears and a beautiful matha patti on her hair. Her hair was in a large bun, and barely any black was visible as it was completely covered by that of mogra flowers. Another thing that irked me was the artfully drawn line on her head with chandan. A horizontal line succeeding downwards with a dot and then a small dot of kumkum on her forehead.
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I had never believed in love at first sight. I had always thought it to be an attraction and infatuation, but she proved me wrong. Seeing her crying sparked something in me, the urge to wipe the tears away was edging me, but my hands had 'his' blood. I dare not touch her with those bloody hands but I did. I pushed her face up and made her vomit. She didn't like blood, I mentally noted that.
