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Book 1 in the Chitrakant series
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In the far away land of Chitrakant, there arose five dynasties, Mahamela, Madhoosudana, Maheshpati, Mauria, Moksha. Each Dynasty was ruled by...
"Princess, I am at your service in every moment. I want you to know that I am not doing this all because I wish to marry you, rather I would like to know and understand you before speaking with my Mother."
Shivanjali pursed her lips in a breathless mind.
"Dear Prince, I wish to marry you."
P R E S E N T [ C h a p t e r - 3 ]
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"A goddess such as yourself shall only be praised with poetry."
The princess's cheeks flushed at such delicately poisonous yet saccharine words which pleased the very being of her heart.
The illuminating sun pierced the landscape of the Mahamela Dynasty, the Mirror Palace, foreshadowing the princess's exquisite yet divine figure.
Prince Bala's fingers delicately caressed her lips with a concealed ardor and lechery which had so quintessentially displayed within the velvety, silky sheets which belonged to them who were no longer virgin.
"I must warn you prince, I am no ordinary princess. I do not juxtapose myself with others. You shall see."
The dim lights tinted her tresses with a radiant golden. The prince ran his delicate fingers through it's captivating, enticing touch before revering Shivanjali with his embrace.
"I pay no heed to such an apprise Princess. I shall warn YOU, that I can before ferociously passionate if I lay eyes on such a divinity such as yourself."
Shivanjali's lips became shriveled at such a search for vehemence. She caressed them with her teeth, prodding her nails into the Prince's bare back.
"My Mother. She could come to know of your intent in a fallacious way Prince," the Princess struggled to finish a sentence as she indulgently absorbed herself in such a pleasurable lust.
