Adhira

अधीरा/Adhira- Lightning

What happens when the Goddess of the Lightning- a much-feared solitudinarian who resides in her secluded island- is to return to the state of Dakshrajya?
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Adhira. The name strikes frozen terror into the hearts of the residents of Dakshrajya. She's never been seen since her exile a century ago, and is known to live in the small, deeply-forested island near the kingdom- an island which she owns and reigns over in solitude. The Island of Adhira, like it's only resident, had never been seen since she permanently settled in it.
All that was known of the Goddess of the Lightning was that the color of her eyes symbolized the thick grey mist that hung over her island, her tresses, which touched her ankles, symbolized the colors of the attackers and defenders during a storm- black- the hue of the stormy sky which threw down lightning and downpour, and brown- the hue of the trees which defended the forest from floods. She was said to have the same essence as petrichor- the scent that floated into the skies when the deep blue river that cut through the island mingled with the deep brown soil of the shore- alluring, earthy and lovely- yet haunting.

The kingdom from where the goddess comes is a place of prosperity and perfection. The Queen mother rules over Dakshrajya with wisdom and rationality. Peace resides in the island, more than anything else.
But when the charming young prince of one of the world's most powerful Indian empires arrives with an offer of alliance to the kingdom with a strange price, will the peace remain?

Even if the price is the forceful sending of Adhira, all the way to their empire, to be used as a military weapon?
Even if the queen's queendom is threatened if she isn't sent?

~An Indian historical fantasy fiction.~

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