Yudhisthira Priyatamaa
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  • Reads 4,231
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  • Parts 4
  • Time 10m
Ongoing, First published May 06, 2019
Devika is the second wife of Yudhisthira, the daughter of the Shibi dynasty, and the mother of those heroic children who were cruelly deprived of their bravery in the darkness of the night. Every soul might not be recognised for who he or she was. But, can the truth be altered by simply not choosing to accept it? Can the love be made non existent by choosing to not recognise it? 

This is the story of Devika and Yudhisthira. I'm trying to lighten the inextinguishable lamps of that truth. 

Disclaimer: This work is based on the Mahabharata. Names, characters and places are from the epic and so is the main plot line. I will try to make the best use of creative liberty and fiction without distorting the incidents/events, the core of the characters and the epic.
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__ ايتها الفتاة المنسيه التي لا يعلم عنها احد ، هذه البلاد تسير بالقانون لا بالاستثنائات __ مكانكَ هذا محرم عليه دخول الاناث وانا هنا ، الا يعد هذا استثنائاً حضرة القائد ؟ ليلي سكوت جيون جونكوك