• 𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒘𝒆 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 •
In a world where opposites collide, two individuals find themselves caught in a whirlwind of emotions and contrasting...
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Word Count: 6000+ 😮💨
[ I'm dead by now. Honestly the real task isn't to write but is to write all the translations and then re-read 2-3 times for any error. And along with studies it's one hell of a task. I know the target isn't met but I published it as it completed 100+ views. Love you all and please vote my Florquils 🫶🏻🌸 ]
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The morning sun, a mischievous glint in its eye, peeked through the gaps in Vaanya's curtains, casting dancing shadows across her room. Groaning, she swatted at the offending sunlight with a pillow, burying her head deeper into the covers. Five more minutes, she pleaded silently, not wanting to wake up yet. Her mother Ritika Avinash Sharma rushed in the room seeing her still asleep.
"Aree oo kumbhkaran ki aulaad uth ja tujhe daily late hone mein sharam nahi aati." Ritika taunted, forcing her sleepy daughter to sit up. ['Hey child of Kumbhkaran! Wake up! Aren't you ashamed of being late every day?' Kumbhakarna- A prominent figure in Hindu mythology, renowned for various things like prodigious size, immense strength but mainly his exceptionally long periods of sleep.]
"Kumbhkaran ki aulaad? But mein to aapki aur papa ki aulaad hu na aur waise bhi mumma jisne ki sharam uske phute karam." Saying this, Vaanya rushed into the bathroom before her mother's flying slipper could hit her, resulting in the slipper hitting the bathroom door. ['Child of Kumbhkaran? But I'm your and dad's child, right? And anyway, mom, whoever is ashamed, their karma is destroyed.']
"Isliye bolti hu mai sabse ki na bigaade tujhe itna par koi sunta kaha hai meri aree meri dusri beti ko dekh kitni samajhdaar sayaani aur pyaari hai aur ek tu Hey Krishna ye kya hi namoona bhej diya", Ritika scolded dramatically, her voice filled with frustration as she cleaned up her daughter’s messy room. ['That’s why I tell everyone not to spoil you so much, but who listens to me? Look at my other daughter. She’s so understanding, sensible, and sweet. And then there’s you, Krishna! What kind of a child are you?']
