Maya sat serenely on the riverbank, her slender fingers trailing in the gentle current. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of night, with subtle hints of auburn that danced in the warm sunlight. Her eyes, like two shimmering stars, remained closed, as if in deep contemplation. Her skin, a radiant golden brown, glowed with an ethereal light, as if infused with the warmth of the sun.
Her nose, small and delicate, twitched slightly as she breathed in the sweet scent of blooming lotus flowers. Her full lips, painted a deep crimson, curved into a subtle, enigmatic smile, hinting at secrets untold.
As she rose from her reverie, her eyes fluttered open, and her gaze met the piercing stare of a handsome warrior. His chiseled features, strong jawline, and piercing blue eyes seemed to bore into her very soul. Maya's heart skipped a beat as she felt the weight of his gaze, her cheeks flushing with a soft pink hue.
She knew that she had traveled back in time to the era of the Mahabharat, a realm of legendary heroes and warriors. And yet, she couldn't help but feel drawn to this stranger, whose eyes seemed to hold a deep intensity, a burning passion that left her breathless.
As Maya's gaze met the warrior's, she felt an inexplicable jolt, as if the very fabric of time and space had brought them together. And then, she saw it - the distinctive armor, the gleaming golden earrings, and the unmistakable aura of confidence and power. It was none other than Angaraj Karna, the legendary warrior, whose name was whispered in awe and reverence throughout the history.
Karna's eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze piercing as he took in Maya's striking beauty. His chiseled features seemed to soften, ever so slightly, as he beheld her radiant smile. For a moment, the two simply stared at each other, the world around them melting away in the face of their intense connection.
"Who are you, mysterious one?" Karna's deep voice broke the spell, his words tinged with a hint of curiosity and wonder.
Maya's heart raced as she searched for words, her mind reeling with the implications of her time-traveling adventure. How much to reveal, and to whom? The legendary Karna, of all people!
"I...I am Maya," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "A traveler from afar."
Karna's eyes sparkled with intrigue, his gaze never leaving hers. "A traveler, you say? From where, might I ask?"
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Maya In Mahabharat :A New End To The Old Tale
Historical Fiction(Discontinued) "When the dust of war settles, a new beginning unfolds and not every war is external,not every war is fought with bows, arrows,swords etc.for land....some tough ones are fought with your own heart for your happiness and Inner Piece" ...
