Once upon a time,
There was a crown that chose its ruler,
whispering promises of power to one deemed worthy.
A young rose, with eyes full of dreams, reached for it-but the crown remained distant, reluctant to accept her. In desperate ambition, she forced it upon her head, and what should have been a symbol of grace, turned into a parasite, heavy and cruel. As the weight of the crown grew, so too did the thorns of her heart, twisting her into someone unrecognizable. Yet, hidden in forgotten corners of the field, there was a quiet place where hope never died.
Time, by Divine intervention, bent and reshaped the path she had once walked. And there, in the soft light of a garden, the rose began to sprout once more. The power she once fought for no longer mattered, for the rose had learned to wear it by serving others. It was not by power, nor by might, but through moments of quiet change that her thorns slowly faded away. In the end, a gentle love-unseen and patient, wove the threads of a second chance
Where a crown of gold became nothing more than a bloom in a garden of peace.
This is a story of hope, regret, and redemption. Beneath the weight of past sins and an unforgiving world, a different ending awaits-but at what cost?
⚠ Readers discretion is advised.
(WIP...Started on 03/25)
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Two maids were cleaning a vast chamber when the younger maid asked the older one, "Didisa, you have been working in the palace for two decades right. Please tell me why are we cleaning this already clean chamber?". The older one smiled and said, "Although this chamber is always kept clean, it should be cleaned before anyone can reside here. And above all, our Ranisa is coming back to the palace".
The younger maid didn't seem to accept it as a good news and said, "Whoever may come, but they cannot become equal to our choti Ranisa. She is the most kind, generous and sweetest person I have ever seen. She had never gotten angry on any maids even if they make mistakes. Take my example, I have made such a blunder on my first day here, but choti Ranisa accepted me as her own maid. Who can match her in kindness or even sword fight? And moreover she is Ranasa's heart beat".
The old maid sighed and said, "Our Ranisa may not hold the heart of Ranasa. She may not be well versed in sword fight. But there is a reason why she is still our Ranisa. Sometimes one may have to be harsh to deliver justice and not just compromise between the victim and the tormentor. The people should have some fear about getting punished if they do wrong. And that charisma is with our Ranisa".
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A young girl of 17 years, looked at the retreating back of her newly married husband with a sad face. Just then her brother-in-law seated beside her husband's empty seat said, "Why are you sad, Bhabhisa?".
She replied, "It's Nothing devarsa".
He glanced back at his bhabhisa one more time and thought, "I don't know when bhaisa will open up with bhabhisa about his heart. She thinks that he is not fond of her. But how would one explain, why he ate the saltless food without a complaint and glared at me to keep my mouth shut. Unless it is for his beloved wife".