MIRAGE OF HEARTSTRINGS

MIRAGE OF HEARTSTRINGS

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In the shadow of a legendary feud, where ancient rivalries simmer, a hidden truth awaits. Beneath the surface of animosity and pride, a tangles web of emotions threatens to upend the fate of sworn enemies. As the winds of destiny sweep them towards towards a distant shore, the lines between loyalty, duty and desire begin to blur. Will the masks that shroud their hearts be shred, or will the weight of tradition crush the whispers of their souls? In a world where love dare not speak its name, can the flame of forbidden passion illuminate a path to redemption, or will they be reduced to ashes by the unforgiving tides of society, fate, destiny and world? An incident started with mistake, walked with unknown Temptation, ended with Endearment.
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Bhanumati's tale spoken like a memoir to her children. To remind them that, despite what the world says, their father was a good man, somewhere in him, he was a good man. The forgotten queen of Mahabharatha. Duryodhana's wife. The tragedy of being the villain's love. ******** The world will call your father the villain, and I will not stop them. Let them. The stories are not false, and I have no wish to cleanse his sins with my tears. But this my children, I write this for you to know that the man Ved Vyaasa wrote of was not the man I loved. My life has been endlessly filled with jasmines, beautiful, fragrant and fated to wilt.

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