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Driving back to the beginning of the universe, where the only source of light was an effulgent energy. On the request of the Devas, the feminine was born. With her soothing touch grew the trees, bringing every type of colours into the universe which was once colourless.

The one who was favoured the most by every single being existing, had to go through each type of pain subsisting in this universe. The mother herself had to go through billions of test laying down as a trap on every step she took.

Narayana, her beloved lover, caressed her every pain away. The only source which always bought her to pleasure was his hands brushing through her thick hairs. His eyes adoring every inch of her, but he tried to hide himself from getting caught by her. A point where it was too obvious that he was ready to take on anything just to watch her arrow shaped eyes and her resplendency shining soothingly, just like the moon. 

Thier universe created the most powerful energy, and resulted into the most divinest happening of all. But was that it? The millions of sacrifices, separations, re-births, staking, and trouble kept exploding piecemeal. Did both of them lose hope after all? Did both of them cerebrate it was better to stay away from each other so there's no upcoming troubles arriving? Read this story to unveil the mask of thier love.
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