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With whip scars, prison chains, and emotional trauma—love is no tender affair. The inked pen of a forlorn woman whispers in his ear: stop your command...
Her gait slow and neck adorned like a conch, her youthful charm untouched by fall. It is not age but the weight of compassion that causes her bosom to...
Let Brahma play his divine game, let celestial women wander freely, and let Kali roam fearlessly in the age of ruin—but may divine winds protect you, ...
Who are you, beloved, who scorns me for my mistake in passion? I shall atone with deep remorse, lying upon thorns, making my body the bed of penitence...
He holds her hand, gently rubs her waist, caresses her thighs, removes her garment—and then, the cunning god of love begins to recite his secret scrip...
With one extended hand, the sun leans westward. Not only does it drag itself down, it brings the entire day to a close, shortening even time with its ...
The night of doom dances with bangled wrists, anklets, and clashing swords—turning the battlefield into a terrifying concert of death.
Feet dipped in sacred water, shouting mantras with contorted gestures, a man pretends at ritual—though his calculations are flawed and his body confus...
With trembling sword and staff in hand, the lone hero enters battle, stirring the eyes of celestial women who watch, their glances shifting with awe a...
Those who live amid household burdens, immersed in the ocean of worldly life, yet cherish divine joy—they alone are blessed, for they find spiritual e...
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