When she woke up, the sun starting vying with the clouds to let him have a glimpse of her insatiable beauty.
And when she threw open the curtains and joined her hands in reverence, praying to the sun for the well-being of her loved ones, he blushed a bright red, the crimson mingling with the auric expanse of the morning sky. When she stepped out of her chamber and in to the royal gardens, nature stood still! The wind held his breath, transforming in to a breeze, caressing her skin that was milk and cream and in a moment of self-assurance, touching her full lips and then withdrawing hastily. The birds too, their amorous cacophonies halting in their throats, stayed arrested mid-air, drinking in her loveliness. Her cherished animals rushed to her, rubbing themselves against her legs, as if trying to get bathed in her fragrance. She laughed, a tinkling laughter, as sonorous as the sound made by several silver anklets, all at once. Nature held her breath again…
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where I have attempted to present the point of view of another dark character from one of the five great epics of Sanskrit literature, Naishadya Charitram’ by King Sri Harsha of the kingdom of Kashmir.