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Complete, First published Aug 21, 2021
Mature
Who was she? Many years before the bloodshed of kurukshetra war, there was a princess who captivated the heart of the undefeated warrior. 
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Man: No matter, how but I will get you! 

Woman-1: You!
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Woman-2: I don't want to talk with you now. Come later. 

Woman-1: Your husband bring me to serve you!
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Woman-3: Mother! You are also going to leave me alone?

Woman-1:*mysterious smiles*
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The prince of Indraprasth, The princess of Dwarka.

Incarnation of Lord Nara, Incarnation of Devi Vishnumaya.

The undying and glorious sage of love and sacrifice between Kaunteya Parth and Krishnaanuja Subhadra. The story of true love which remained unsung but never forgotten. 

Book-2 of "Krishnaanuja" series!

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