Her hair, a cascade of raven waves, flows like the ocean's endless rhythm, each strand mirroring the ebb and flow of the sea she was born from. Her eyes, the most enchanting shade of seafoam green, hold the mystery of the deepest waters - calm yet fathomless, gentle yet fierce. When she smiles, it is as if the world itself is bathed in light, the sun rising from behind a darkened sky. Even the hardest of icebergs would melt in the warmth of her gaze. Her presence is a symphony of nature itself, a reflection of the oceans, the winds, and the skies - beautiful, powerful, and unyielding.
She was Padmaja, the princess of the Trivandhya alliance, born of land and sea, the youngest of the great Trivandhya empire. She was the princess of Saurashtra, her roots deep in the soil of the sacred land, yet her heart belonged to the boundless waves. She was Mahalakshmi herself, the eternal consort of Krishna, born of the lotus and the ocean, of grace and strength.
She was the one who shared his burdens, who wiped his tears and lent him a shoulder to lean on when the weight of the world became too heavy. The divine protector, the guiding hand for those who faltered, Padmaja was the mother goddess of the universe, the Sarva Swamini - the all-mother, the one who embraced all in her arms, offering love, protection, and wisdom.
To the Pandavas, she was not just a figure of power but their savior, their guide, and their unwavering protector. She was the strength that bolstered their resolve and the heart that healed their wounds. She was the embodiment of compassion and power, the very force that balanced the cosmos.
In her, the world found solace, in her, the divine found its purpose. She was the dawn, the moonlit night, the sun's warmth - both the protector and the protector's light. And no matter the storm, no matter the darkness that loomed, Padmaja, the princess of land and sea, would always rise - a beacon of hope, an eternal mother to all.
A Maybank and A Cameron? It's almost like a modern Romeo and Juliet. It's forbidden for them to be together. Could be the end of the world.
The stolen glances, the hidden feelings, the unspoken words, the secret meetings and the obvious hatred towards each other followed by constant conflicts and some hidden past that threatened them but there are always invisible strings tied and pulling them together no matter how hard the tides trying to pull and part them away from each other.