Forgotten muse

Forgotten muse

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Svara, a 20-year-old classical dancer in Dwaraka, leads a life of simplicity, devoted to her dance and the beauty of her art. Unaware of the divine world around her, she spends her days as a temple dancer, lost in the rhythms of her performances. But when the charming and enigmatic Krishna enters her life, something shifts. As their paths intertwine, Svara begins to feel a connection she can't explain. Amid the grandeur of Dwaraka, she is drawn to Krishna-unaware that he is the very force shaping her destiny. ----------------- Svara mumbled, eyes glistening, "You don't know what it's like... to feel unwanted by the world." The King of dwarka's voice was steady, calm, "Then let me show you what it feels like to be wanted by me... with no conditions, no questions, no end." Svara glanced away, voice trembling slightly, "And when I push you away?" He gave a small, sad smile, "I'll wait at the edge of every silence you leave behind... until you're ready to let me in."
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