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Subrat SaurabhAuthor of Kuch Woh PalSujata P. Swain is the proud wife of a successful doctor, a mother of two sons and now serving as a senior civil judge in Orissa. As a child, she grew up listening to fairy tales, mythological stories and historical stories from her mother, a Sanskrit scholar, and developed a penchant for stories. She lost her mother to cancer in her teens. Her father, an Indian Police Service officer, was her teacher and guide. She has made a lot of research to create the society of the first century BC, Kalinga, in the backdrop of a port town, to create a historical romance fiction, The Flower of the Dark NiRead More...
Sujata P. Swain is the proud wife of a successful doctor, a mother of two sons and now serving as a senior civil judge in Orissa. As a child, she grew up listening to fairy tales, mythological stories and historical stories from her mother, a Sanskrit scholar, and developed a penchant for stories. She lost her mother to cancer in her teens. Her father, an Indian Police Service officer, was her teacher and guide. She has made a lot of research to create the society of the first century BC, Kalinga, in the backdrop of a port town, to create a historical romance fiction, The Flower of the Dark Night.
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“The breeze is so cool and soothing,” she said. That day her face was different. Her spirits were unrestrained. A gust of wind sprinkled a mass of her hair on her face. With her right hand, she started pushing her disarrayed hair backwards. I observed her pearl studded bangles, the same bangles that she wore long ago while she had nursed my fever-ravaged body. She turned, and our eyes met. The cold breeze tingled sensations; the nocturnal wind was lurid.
“The breeze is so cool and soothing,” she said. That day her face was different. Her spirits were unrestrained. A gust of wind sprinkled a mass of her hair on her face. With her right hand, she started pushing her disarrayed hair backwards. I observed her pearl studded bangles, the same bangles that she wore long ago while she had nursed my fever-ravaged body. She turned, and our eyes met. The cold breeze tingled sensations; the nocturnal wind was lurid.
In the background of the first century BC coastal Orissa, a riverine port town, a fatal attraction developed between the beautiful daughter of the court singer of Kamalpur and a young flute player who rose to prominence in the kings army. Will their forbidden love be crushed by society, or will their love succeed against all odds?
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