ᴋᴇꜱʜᴀᴠʏᴀᴊᴇᴇᴠᴀɴᴀᴍ- And she veiled herself, her literal uniqueness being closed off. Varja, as she was adoringly called, ran past her chambers in swiftness, panting as she stopped. And, there he was. Winking at her sneakily and striding towards her... Padmavati- Named by her father, Varuna, was precise to her christen. A title that illustrates her "lotus-like" face. A lotus is eternally inside the sludge and subsoil, flushes dreamily and just like that, she too bloomed. For the conundrum of Dvaraka, she unearthed his words and he too, was enrapt that his Sanchala savvied him. Samudra Kanya and VaikunthaNatha, once again personified on Earth to reinitiate Dharma, but this time to the Kurus of Hastinapur. Will the new era of Dvapara Yug, witness the incandescence or the dimness? ©All rights deserved Book Cover Credits- @-Jibasmita_creates