Princess Of The Past.

"She is fire, he is ice. One glimpse of her ignites his stone cold eyes."

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Devi always knew her life meant something. It holds, some purpose. Like every Jane Austen women, she was self-reliant, fierce when absolutely calls for it, a rebel and a radical.

Ashoka was an Emperor and an maestro in suppressing rebels and radicals. And was certain about his legacy of conquer and despair, and royal protocols he did have to hold up to.

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"The heat of her body melts the frozen parts of his heart. He walks through flames just to feel her closer or apart."

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She was grace in disguise. Heart of gold. Face of an angel. The epitome of beauty.
He was the monster, the behemoth, the beast. And was known for his unuasual rough skin.

Loved by all. Cared by her 'Dada'.
She tore apart the chest of time, to mend HIM
Despised by his father. Lost his mother, the only woman who loved him unconditionally.
He tore apart a country and left thousands to die, only to catch a glimpse of HER.

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This is the story of Devi and Ashoka.
This is the story of the Future and Past, and everything in between.

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"I will love you till I die,

And I will love you all the time;

Please put your sweet hand in mine,

And float in space;

And drift in time.

All my time until I die,

We'll float in space just you and I."

~ DEVI

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Disclaimer - This is my original book. The story and plot is entirely by me. Any resemblance to anybody's work, is purely co-incidental.
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