𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝐴𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑎𝑏𝑎𝑑, 𝑠𝑎𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑝, 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑠, 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑠, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑖𝑛 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑏𝑦 𝑜𝑛𝑒. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑑𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒- 𝑔𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝑓𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠, 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑠, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑔𝑔𝑙𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑐𝑒. 𝐽𝑜𝑖𝑛 𝑢𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑗𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑑, 𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑒, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦, 𝐿𝑂𝑉𝐸. 𝐴 𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑎 𝑜𝑓 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑡 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟.... 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫:- 𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘, 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒.

When Karn Nandini Rudrakshi meets the eldest son of Lord Krishna, desire and passion are bound to follow. But when there's already a war brewing amidst the entirety of Bharatvarsh, and neither of them is ready to forfeit, how will Rudrakshi and Pradyumna claim their love? Passion and weapons don't go along, they decapitate the other in half. To what extent are Rudrakshi and Pradyumna willing to go to attain the euphoric taste to love? How long will it be before the princess of Ang and Yuvraj of Dwarka finally get to reunite? :☪: ' Why won't you come with me? It was your father's decision...not yours. You don't have to follow his path, you can choose Dharma.', He whispered those words in my ear as neither of us attempted to move apart. His sturdy arms wrapped around my waist as I whimpered and held onto him further. 'My father may have been one of the main instruments in conducting this mayhem, but I cannot abandon him without trying to make him rectify himself. If fate aids us, then we shall reunite the day when this eclipse will finally be over and the moon will rise, showering its radiance all over us...birds will chirp melodious hymns, and everyone will praise this predominant love.' :☪: Started: 1/9/2021 Text copyright © hazelwolfx™ 2021. Novel 2 of 𝗟𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀. A stand-alone novel. The moral right of the author has been asserted. All rights reserved.

अन्तः अस्ति प्रारंभः। The end is the beginning. A caterpillar dies, to birth a butterfly. Water evaporates to rain down. Dead carcasses fill the stomachs of vultures.Life gives way to death and death to life. In a vicious circle of different karmas and janmas, a soul leaves a decaying body to move onto something better and livelier. But what if certain karmas are found hanging on the thin string between salvation and damnation? This is exactly where Mihira Ramnath Subhedar finds herself. The last of the many Kaliyugis, she was holding on to the narrowest beam that would lead her towards eternal the light, or so she thought. Poets were liars, she discovered when the end neared. There was nothing peaceful about death, no rest and no respite; just an ounce of faith which made her believe that she would finally find a place at the Lord's feet. But the ever merciful Leeladhari had discrete intents for such a soul that had just witnessed the end of the heinous yuga. "No, ain't Vaikuntha but Dvāpara. Good luck completing the unfinished business!" Walk along the aisle with Mihira while she embarks on the greatest pilgrimage of her rekindled life, witnesses the red of the Swastika being washed over by the red of vengeful blood and being swept off her feet by a man she'd never heard of.