The night air was heavy with secrets as Dhruv slipped through the shadows. His mission was clear: eliminate the rival kingdom's royal family. But fate had other plans.
That's when he saw her - Shivani, the warrior princess. Her sword gleamed in the...
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In every husband's heart, a flame resides, A love so fierce, it burns and hides, A gentle soul, till danger draws near, Then, a devil awakens, and love appears. (｡♡‿♡｡)
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After navigating the dense forest, Aryan and Shivani arrived at the Vijyagara Temple, exactly as expected, with its doors open and ready for their arrival.
Aryan and Shivani step down from the horse and palanquin, respectively. They stretch their limbs, gazing at the temple's grandeur.
Shivani: "Wow, this temple is stunning! The architecture is incredible."
Aryan: "Come, let's go inside." offers his hand
Shivani: [takes his hand, smiling]" I'm excited to explore this place."
They walk towards the temple, their soldiers forming a perimeter, waiting at a distance.
The Vijyagara Temple stood majestically, its ancient stones bearing witness to centuries of devotion. Dedicated to both Lord Shiva and Lord Vishnu, this sacred sanctuary embodied the harmony of opposing forces. Intricate carvings of Nataraja's cosmic dance and Vishnu's avatars adorned the walls, while the towering gopuram seemed to touch the sky. Soft light filtered through the intricately carved windows, illuminating the sacred lingam and the majestic idol of Lord Vishnu. The air vibrated with the hum of sacred mantras, as if the very essence of the divine dwelled within these hallowed halls. Every stone, every sculpture, and every corner whispered stories of faith, love, and spiritual quest.
Aryan and Shivani approach the saint, who sits serenely in the temple's inner sanctum.
