KUTUMB: The Kingdom of Blood
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  • Reads 64
  • Votes 6
  • Parts 5
  • Time 29m
Ongoing, First published Apr 09, 2023
What will you do when the love of your life is turned against you and your own people want you 
dead?
The entire world of this heartless Princess which now seemed like a musical verse of love suddenly shaded into a dark alley where every step will make her vulnerable.
What will she do if the sword in her hand is hungry for the blood of her lover?

SWARNA- The Princess of ABHAYA is bewildered when she is exposed to the complexities of her kingdom's fate.
Things have been shaped in such a way that she can never even think about going back to the initials where life for her family was easy, never for her though.

"It's never too late" doesn't have any place in the princess and kingdom's life.


KUTUMB: The Kingdom of Blood

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Heyyy guysss!!
So this is a joint work by @cherrycherishes07 and @aarseeyk. 
This is our first work and we have put a lot of efforts into this and we hope you'll like it. None of us are majors in English so please ignore any grammatical mistakes and we'll try to always correct it(if any).
And we'll always try to communicate with our dear dear cute cute readers coz we love you guysss.

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✧Please do not assume things on your own by correlating any event with reality. 
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