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Kāvyamālya: A Garland of Poetry

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Andal secretly wears Vishnu's garland before the garland touches His chest.

Krishna sports a fragrant garland of forest flowers in the beautiful boughs of Vrindavan.

Vishnu rests eternally on His serpent bed in His divine form, meditating and granting bliss to all His devotees, a beautiful garland adorning His chest where the Fortune Goddess resides.

This humble being can only string a garland of words, if not of fragrant flowers and beads. What can you offer the Lord when everything is His creation, when everything belongs to Him?

These garlands, these fruits, and jewels are all His. My words, these strung sentences, and this art is all His.
Just as You accepted the garlands of Your beloveds, may I find this Kāvyamālya around Your neck, O Lord?All Rights Reserved

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Prince's Hidden Page: A Forbidden Romance

" She? She is going to die in my hands " The King's voice reverberated through the chamber. His sword hovered perilously close to Payal's delicate neck. A gasp escaped from Payal's trembling lips. Veer's heart raced, witnessing the harrowing scene before him. He cursed the cruel world that could not understand their boundless love. He stood frozen between love and duty. With trembling hands, Veer held his sword and raised the blade, facing not just his father but the king, his entire linage. " If she gets even a small scratch " His voice echoed in the hushed chamber, " No one will remain standing with their heads attached " He warned. He was ready to stand against of his own blood, just for his love. He was the prince who always wore a payal on his wrist, keeping a part of his beloved one close to him at all times. And she was the maid who never tasted love but witnessed unconditional love secured for her, in the eyes of a prince. What happens when a prince falls in love with a maid? What happens when their tale becomes a rumor of the palace? Is this love a sin? Read the book to witness the journey of Veer and Payal, fulfilled with love and pain. Starts on: 13 April, 2024 Ends on: 28 September, 2024