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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...
"I, Dear Mother, I must tell you the truth. I have grown into an disclosed position of ardor and desiring."
"He is one of the Anandachitra Dynasty. The Prince. I have become one of his soul and I wish to marry him. Please accept him as our new king,"
"I am not against such a love, nor am I for. I understand that you've prominently established a your heart to someone, but for what price my dear Princess? They're all truly full of greed and envy for earrings that you're in such possession. I worry for your safety, I worry that your mind will grow unethically because of such an influence-," the queen was abruptly cut off by her tearful eyed princess who looked disenchant.
"If what you recite is simply true, it does not convince me. I shall leave you to do whatever your mind may behold. I will not argue nor will I convince you of poison. Do not address this when greed will poisonously inject it's venom. I shall pay no heed to your decision's Princess!"
"Mother, I do not wish for you to worry or become angry at my decisions, but as in pains your mind, I will stand my world. I believe that Prince Bala of the Anandachitra Dynasty, Son of Kaminidevi and Karunadeva, is worthy of my love, and being our royal King."
P R E S E N T [ C h a p t e r- 4 ]
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Queen Nandevika's glinted, hued with an irate smolder. Her ardent palm striked the ripe marbled dresser. Her eyes locked shut and a fit of breaths released her cold lips.
"Dear Princess, if you have chosen this scum as king, it shall not be tolerated in the dynasty of Mahamela. If you choose to live with such a decision, I shall pronounce you ousted from this kingdom."
The marble floor consulved in uncontrollable motions intercisingly. Shivanjali's finger clasped the edge of the bed. It felt as if the world had converted itself into seismic waves with pulsating movements.
Shivanjali's released a sigh before undoing her harsh grip against the bed frame.
"So be it Dear Mother. I shall return these earrings to you as a sign of my will."
