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Prompt: A piece about Uloopi and Arjun?

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There is an old ballad sung in the depths of the underworld.

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"She of crystalline jade eyes

and a venomous smile

Pale like the beauteous Selene,

a honeyed countenance beguile"

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A lyrical epithet that the young women of the venomous immortals of Nagaloka have been hearing since time immemorial.

An ode to a love so powerful that death itself had to take a knee in front of it.

They said she had seen him once and had been so heartsick with infatuation that she had pulled him into the watery depths of her abode and refused to let leave before he accepted her.

If only they had seen him like that too.

His chiseled face turned towards the scorching sun, his thick curls fluttering in the breezy wind, the water meandering down the crevices of his rippling frame.

The brilliance of his ascetic merit turning his beautiful dusky skin aglow.

They say like attracts like.

And power attracts power.

It was perhaps the sheer power pulsating underneath the electric countenance of the regal stranger, which had driven the daughter of Kauravya, near mad with desire.

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"A curse woven of a mother's wrath

At the wake of destiny's turn

Ashen embers of a blood bath

Both their fortunes doth burn"

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They said he lay with her only for a night, giving into her repeated entreaties.

A pity, they sniggered beneath their judging breaths.

If only they had seen his prussian gaze melting at the face of her adulation, his lithesoms fingers pulling out her deepest desires unbound from her thirsting soul.

The concept of fidelity was ill acknowledged in the realm of the immortals. And she had only yet spent a few hours with him.

Yet, he had ensnared her in the labyrinthine maze of his ardor. Enslaved the creature of the poison drenched trenches of the Nagas with a dimpled charm and soft eyes.

How could one turn to petty mortals after finding a God?

She had been spoilt for life.

She let him go.

Of course she did.

His destiny was far greater than being cooped up in the watery grove of her unquenchable love.

After all, one can't trap lightning in a bottle.

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"Thus commenced a battle against fate

Of revenge, duty, and blunder

A lost prose, a forgotten tale spun

Of glory, deceit, and wonder"

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It was years passed in yearning, and a son lost to the cruelty of avarice ridden men that she had found herself playing into the machinations of an equally capricious fate.

She had torn the jewel of ambrosia, the divine gift of the Lord of the ghouls, right from the center of her chest and rewrote the axioms of fate herself.

A goddess unturned by a lover and a curse defeated by her devotion.

"Another one!"

Yama had laughed aloud, amusement playing in his petrifying soulless eyes as yet another wife managed to make him retreat by the sheer force of her wit and will.

"You are truly remarkable"

Arjuna had whispered against the partition of her hair, thrumming with the essence of a new life granted and a new feeling evoked.

She had only smiled against the scarred skin of his chest and felt her blood mix with his own as it cascaded down the merged contact between them - a calligraphy of their affection painting the canvas of an untold tale.

A tale of love, loss, and a little bit of magic.

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"Bespeaking lyrical,

a time ripped asunder

Of the queen of serpents

Who gave her heart

To the prince of thunder..."

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