The Fire Borns [Mahabharat]
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  • Reads 6,435
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  • Parts 10
  • Time 42m
Ongoing, First published Jul 12, 2023
He sat in the front.
she sat in the back.

He laughed,
She frowned
He talked, 
She remained quiet 

He noticed her 
She ignored him,
because in the end
he had hurt her
with his too bright smile, 
too loud voice, 
too perfect face, 
too amazing laugh.  
he was too much
for her
quiet self to handle
or that's what
she told herself anyways.

As he sat in the front,
smiling
trying to hide his pain 
and she sat in the back
frowning 
trying to hide her feelings. 

A\n : Not my very own poem.....got it from google. CREDITS TO THE OWNER.

What if an orphan, a bold, fierce and cold girl with anger issues and monotonous facade from kaliyug who faced the struggle of life is reborn as A fire born, a Princess.....to be exact Draupadi's twin.

What if a sweet handsome gentleman falls in love with her....with her who doesn't even believe love exists.

How will she react at this sudden change in her life? How will a monotone girl with inhuman powers who lived her whole childhood struggling and the rest of her life fighting for justice react to all the love and pampers in her next life? 
How will she adjust there with a whole new face and a whole new identity?

Come with me....to know about her life, her strength, her struggle and how a guy she never believed exists transforms her into a whole new person.
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