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Cover credit: @_starflies___________________________Disguised as a spy,he entered Multan.Defeating the people he clashed with the princess.He kissed her.He left?Who was this unknown stranger?Why was the princess searching for him?Would they meet again?Will destiny bring these two young souls close again?What happens when they witness love?What happens when they find about the political hatred between the two?Would they overcome thier difference or burn in the flames of hatred.Belonging from the soil of Sindh,Advik the prince disguised as a spy enters the royal sands of Multan. Monitoring the conditions of the kingdom to prepare for the war next month.Two clans,enemies since decades.This saga of hatred was coninued by the young lad and lass,or the future king and queen of thier kingdom.Hatred sewn in them for each other since birth. Drowning in revenge,looking for an opportunity to diminsh each other's pride.Famous for her beauty yet bold attitude,Sana.Often regarded as Gulab-e-registan.Intrigued by the title of the lady,Advik began looking for her.Just the sound of her name,created a thud in his heart.What happens after the fencing comeptition,will the flames of passion dazzle or be diminshed by the waters of hatred.Friends in disguise,what happens when thier cover is blown?What happens when the find about who they really are?Will they accept each other or lose one another forever.…

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A poetry compilation. The ones that come straight from the heart delineating my thoughts.…

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She heard the stories of prince and princess and longed to be one too. Yet belonging to a poor family, Kshitija's fate was preordained. She was one of the thousand skivvy's in the palace of Amer. Every night wondering, what it feels to be a princess. The twinkling jewelleries, a vestiary full of hand stitched silk wearables or the felicitous eatables that she could only envisage. She was a young plain girl who knew how ordinary her life was, yet this did not stop her from dreaming of a royal life, a life she always wanted.𝐴 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑟𝑘 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝒉𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑒𝑡𝑢𝑠. Her life that was seized by the boundaries of hierarchy was now tied to the strings of sacrifice. When the princess of Amer, Indravati flees from her marriage with the soon to be coronated king of Mewar, the distressed palace, devises a plan to surmount the wrath of Siddhant, the indigant, conceited prince. Kshitija was asked to fill her place in the pavilion. Everything was well, until they found out about the tyranny against them. The entire palace was crestfallen ascertaining a maid as the first queen of Mewar.Kshitija's life dangles between sacrifice. and existence. The only thing left to face was, the eyes of nobles and the commoners.Will they ever accept her as their queen or she is no more than a piece of decoration? What will be the life of Kshitija in the palace of Mewar? What more is left for her to unfold?…

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'𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐃' meaning some material burnt to produce a fragrant odour. The book revolves around the basic phases of life that one faces many times. These little incidents are the ones that make life beautiful. Such incidents are like fragrant mists that blow past our life, making them even more memorable. This is what its about, capturing the essence of these blowing mist through poetry.…

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A different dimension where demon's show up momentarily at night. Human gnawing predators that slaughter their prey with absolutely no mercy. The more they slaughter them, the more turn into demons. When humainty seemed to strike its final end, the exorcist-the only ones that weild the power to stop them. The one that behold the power to crush them, finds the key to amass revenge from the "MASKED DEMON." No one knows how he looks like. Its just the deadliest and the vicious one.Infinte flesh craving demons clashing against the four warriors. This journey that they embarked upon would lead them to their end or open the gates of a new warrior tribe? Seeking blessing from their sensei, the four teenagers along with the four ancient swords, masters of the four different elements, swore to finish the masked demon, the one who was last seen 'the night'.They said he was the king of shadows. The emergent from the final shadow of the God's. Would they find who is the shadow wielder? Would they end him up?…