Pruthutāmrākshi: The Maya of Madhusudhan
[ON HOLD] A cold and hollow midnight sky engulfs you in every shadow of despair and dread. She, whose large copper eyes seek the surreal secrecy with wind caresses, cinders of moonlight, and wafts of stardust; never let it devour her. Subhadra's wings were wide open as she was flung into conspiracies against her own l...