What will be the fate of the person taken as a prize ?
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He was happy living a life of Prince with his family who has shielded him from the dark side of the world.
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He came back stronger than before to claim what is his.
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Aditya Raghunandan, the Second Prince of Anantagriva, was a vision of grace and strength, a figure carved by both divinity and destiny.Standing at 5'7, his youthful frame was both fit and graceful, a testament to the discipline and nobility that defined him. At just 21 years old, his presence was commanding yet gentle, like the soft glow of dawn over temple spires.
His light brown eyes, which seemed to catch fire and turn to molten gold in the sunlight, held a depth that drew others in—a quiet strength tempered by compassion. His beauty was ethereal yet grounded—his fit, sculpted frame moved with the quiet confidence of a warrior, but his heart beat with the tenderness of a saint. His beauty was more than skin deep; it radiated in the kindness of his smile, the warmth of his gaze, and the unwavering courage in his heart. To see him walking through the royal gardens, the faint scent of incense from his morning prayers still lingering, was to witness a living embodiment of grace, strength, and humility.
There was something divine about his visage, as though blessed by the deity he revered so deeply. As a devout follower of Lord Shiva, Aditya's mornings began with prayers that echoed through the palace walls, his voice a melody of devotion. His faith wasn’t confined to rituals; it lived in his actions, in the way he extended his hand to the needy, offering solace and strength to those who sought his help.
He walked among his people not as a prince distant and untouchable, but as a protector, a guide, a kindred spirit.
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