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Last published Thu, Aug 15, 2019
Iubirea dintre doi oameni nu se bazează pe naționalitate. Aceasta este povestea lui Mihai, un tânăr de 17 de ani forțat de părinți să mintă despre vârsta lui pentru a lupta împotriva Imperiului Austro-Ungar în tranșeele ce pentru mulți prieteni de-ai lui urmau să devină loc de veci în carnagiul ce a fost Primul Război Mondial. În "aventura" lui, o întâlnește pe Sara, singurul copil al unei familii maghiare sărace, de care se îndrăgostește pe loc.
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Cover credit-stxrrynxghts_ The great war had ravaged everything in its wake. Children had lost their parents, wives had lost their husbands, and mothers had lost their sons. Among them was the Princess of Dwarka herself, a mother whose heart had been torn apart. The child she had cradled in her arms, the son she had raised on her own-gone, never to return. Forever lost to the horrors of war. But could she, a woman of such strength, afford to wallow in grief? No, she could not. For beyond her sorrow, there was a greater responsibility. She had a grandson to guide, the future heir to the mighty Kuruvansha. The legacy of her family, of Dwarka, depended on her. She was a force to be reckoned with, the pride of Dwarka, the jewel of the Vrishnis-Yadavakumari Subhadra. From the days of her childhood, she had been shielded by her brothers, innocent and unaware of the world's cruelty. But life had transformed her into the formidable Rajmata of Aryavarta. The woman who stood tall, even when fate cruelly shattered her world, taking away her son, her Dwarka, her family. Yet, despite all the pain, no force could steal her strength. When hope had almost been lost, she rose-unyielding. She was a daughter, so nurturing. A sister, playful and mischievous. A princess, carefree and full of joy. A wife, gentle and loving. A mother, strong and responsible. And finally, a Rajmata, indomitable and fierce. No matter how cruel the game of destiny, she would never bend.
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