"Marry me"
He said while looking at her with a dark expression making a tear drop from her eyes, he is the heartless king who asked for her hand in return for the life of the people's of her kingdom
"I will do anything to protect my kingdom"
She wa...
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Y/N woke up before dawn, the faintest hint of light just beginning to creep over the horizon. The air is cool and still, a quiet anticipation hanging in the atmosphere. It is the first day of Shravan, the holiest month dedicated to Lord Shiva, and Y/N's heart swelled with a mixture of excitement and reverence.
Slipping out of bed, she took bath and got adorned in a beautiful red lahenga than carefully gathered the offerings: fresh flowers, bel leaves, fruits, and a small vial of Ganges water. Each item is chosen with meticulous care, a testament to her devotion. Wrapping a shawl around her shoulders to ward off the early morning chill, Y/N tiptoed out of the house, making sure no one sees her
The path to the mandir is shrouded in a gentle mist, the familiar route somehow feeling more sacred under the cover of semi-darkness. Y/N moved swiftly but silently, the only sounds being the soft crunch of gravel underfoot and the occasional rustling of leaves in the breeze
Upon reaching the mandir, Y/N paused at the threshold, taking a deep breath. The temple stood majestically, its spire reaching towards the heavens, silhouetted against the pale morning sky. Pushing open the heavy wooden door, Y/N stepped inside, the dim light of oil lamps casting flickering shadows on the walls adorned with intricate carvings of Lord Shiva’s many forms.
The sanctum sanctorum is bathed in a serene glow, the Shivalinga at its center radiating an aura of profound peace and power. Y/N approached with reverence, placing the offerings gently at the base of the Linga. Kneeling down, Y/N began the ritual of abhishekam, pouring the holy Ganges water over the Linga, followed by milk, honey, and curd, each pour accompanied by a soft chant of sacred mantras.
“Om Namah Shivaya, Om Namah Shivaya,”
Y/N repeated, the words becoming a soothing rhythm, a direct connection to the divine. The fragrance of incense filled the air, mingling with the natural scent of the flowers and bel leaves, creating an atmosphere of sanctity and devotion
Y/N’s heart is filled with a profound sense of peace and connection. In this quiet, predawn hour, it felt as though time itself had paused, allowing a direct communion with Lord Shiva. The worries and stresses of everyday life melted away, replaced by an overwhelming sense of devotion and gratitude.
