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Subrat SaurabhAuthor of Kuch Woh PalSupraajha Murali always had her head buried in the clouds, but now she dreams of flaming suns, vagrant wanderers and scorching fires too. Her favorite shades remain those of purple, though littered with specks of gold. She lays claim over her engineering notes through carelessly inked poetry on the margins. Instagram Handle: purpleearrings123Read More...
Supraajha Murali always had her head buried in the clouds, but now she dreams of flaming suns, vagrant wanderers and scorching fires too. Her favorite shades remain those of purple, though littered with specks of gold. She lays claim over her engineering notes through carelessly inked poetry on the margins.
Instagram Handle: purpleearrings123
Read Less...Achievements
"Tales are built and screens are peeled
The hushes of Time are now unveiled"
Four stories lay beneath your palms, each page having its own secrets to whisper, its own bed of dreams to drown in.
They hold you spectator to a time when the fences of this world and those of the beyond were melted down by destiny's will, forcing four naive humans, and four of the Fair Folk themselves together.
Mists of magic swirl around them as they yea
"Tales are built and screens are peeled
The hushes of Time are now unveiled"
Four stories lay beneath your palms, each page having its own secrets to whisper, its own bed of dreams to drown in.
They hold you spectator to a time when the fences of this world and those of the beyond were melted down by destiny's will, forcing four naive humans, and four of the Fair Folk themselves together.
Mists of magic swirl around them as they yearn and weep, prosper and wilt, uncover the shrouds of Time and Hope.
Perhaps those mists will spill from these scrawls into your world, too, and maybe find themselves a place in the gentle embrace of your soul.
The kingdom she holds so dear,
Now stands cowering in fear;
As danger looms, there is gloom—
A tyrant threatens doom.
She is their only hope and light,
A perilous war, she must fight;
In a web of lies, she is caught,
Can Damayanthi survive Evil’s plot?
Rules rule this man’s life,
He is constantly at strife;
Walking on a double-edged saw,
On one side morals, the other law.
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The kingdom she holds so dear,
Now stands cowering in fear;
As danger looms, there is gloom—
A tyrant threatens doom.
She is their only hope and light,
A perilous war, she must fight;
In a web of lies, she is caught,
Can Damayanthi survive Evil’s plot?
Rules rule this man’s life,
He is constantly at strife;
Walking on a double-edged saw,
On one side morals, the other law.
Right or righteous? He must choose,
A battle he can’t afford to lose;
Pulled into a dangerous game,
Will Rajveer remain the same?
As terror lurks all around,
By destiny, they are bound;
A fight to be fought and won,
Half a moonstone makes them one.
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