[ Featured - @AmbassadorsIN ] From your hand, anything can be stolen. From your destiny, nothing. • • • With a complexion darker than the darkest nights and, a voice sweeter than honey, he was the most charming youth anyone had seen. Children and animals of all kinds were his frequent companions. His untamed curls would sway under the breeze, a smile on his lips as he spent his days under the sun, plucking fruits from trees, running around and playing his flute. But all was not happy as it seemed. His beloved, his Radha, had strayed far from him. She had turned her back on him, grieving with her broken heart all by herself. For her, he was just a frivolous flute player, a temporary guest in her house. For him, she was a part of him. Just like the many others, she, too, was precious for him. • • • Word count || 15,918 Cover: ReynaBennett Banner: Nakshatra012m • • • If you are reading this story on a platform other than Wattpad, kindly log off and scan your device for any possible viruses. Story will be re-edited, again, in the near future when I'm no longer lazy. • • • Romance | AmbassadorsIN - 12/11/24

" You are talking about impossible those things ended Thousands of years ago " a frustrated elderly voice tried to sound sensible. " indeed yes but I trust my Guru ... I will get anything about those days for sure things can't be hidden soo long everything has an answer " The young girl zipped her bag and declared sternly. •••••••••••• Hello my dear readers, So Here I am Here with one more piece of my imagination to entertain you all. What if someone from Kuru lineage thought of writing the moments of their own life ? May be a lady who belong to both Hastinapur and Dwaraka ....! To fulfill the last desire of a Guru a young maiden takes up a treacherous way to find out what the letter said and end up with having a lost diary of a Kuruvanshi.. So dear friends join me in this journey of exploring the mirror of Mahabharata through the eyes of Anagha. Note : This work is purely Fictional elaborated by my imagination. Not meant to hurt anyone's feelings. Thank you Your support means a lot for me.