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A Dark Throne:A Tale of Betrayal And Valour✅

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In the dimly lit chamber of Raigarh's royal palace, Sangram paces restlessly, his mind entangled in the web of the sages' prophecies. Karuna, his ambitious wife, watches him closely, her voice a venomous whisper. "Do you not see, Sangram? The throne is but a breath away. Surya Pratap's reign has weakened; his bloodline falters. It is your destiny to rule."

Sangram halts, his heart pounding with both desire and dread. "But the path you speak of is stained with blood, Karuna. I fear what it might do to us-to our souls."

Karuna steps closer, her eyes gleaming with a mix of determination and madness. "Would you be a king or a coward, Sangram? The crown belongs to those who dare to seize it, not to those who wait for it to fall into their lap."

A heavy silence fills the room as Sangram grapples with the temptation of power, the shadows of the palace seeming to close in around him. Outside, the night is still, as if the world itself holds its breath, waiting for the fateful decision that will change the course of Raigarh's history.All Rights Reserved

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