Deva, Temple of Treachery

Deva, Temple of Treachery

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Discontentment and tension plague the streets of India in 1930 as Amara Mahadevi trains to become an archaeologist. Misfortune turns into fortune as an earthquake suddenly reveals a temple at the bottom of what once was a lake. Amara wants to be a part of what could be the discovery of a century, and goes even though she is forbidden to do so. She didn't imagine though that she would be pulled into a portal to a long forgotten city of the Asuras and hunted by tomb raiders who want to get to the treasure first. Even worse seem to be the powers that now has awaken inside the city. Slumbering monsters coming to live to devour the intruders as they race to get to the Kadga of Kali.
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She Who Waited Why did she wait? What was her fate? Eons have passed since the tale of Mahabharata. The bloody war. But amidst the pages of that legend remains a character without quite an end, seemingly forgotten. But too bright to be lost, let's shed some light on the last consort's past. Cursed she was, as Lakshmi once more- To part from her beloved at every sacred door. Separation, the cruel thread woven through their fate, Lakshmi and Narayan-forever bound, forever too late. As Sita, she bore fourteen years apart, A forested ache carved deep in her heart. But time, ever turning, would not relent- It summoned the pain once more... as if heaven's debt was not yet spent. Avantika-a name the stars gently spoke, A lost princess, bathed in twilight's cloak. A child of prophecy, of love and lore, Bound to Narayan... yet left at fate's door. In Vrindavan's sunlit courtyard she stood, Pure of heart, misunderstood. Left behind not by abandonment, but by sacred decree, Even the Lord of Three Worlds could not set her free. A curse older than time, silent and cold, Stopped destiny's dance, made even gods fold. Her tears were stilled, her smile feigned, A love so bright... yet fate unchained. What bloomed like spring, withered with no warning- A tale of love that turned to mourning. despite it, memory was not all that was left, in her womb life swelled and light that kept.

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