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From your hand, anything can be stolen. From your destiny, nothing. • • • With a complexion darker than the darkest nights and, a voice sweeter than honey, he was the most charming youth anyone had seen. Children and animals of all kinds were his frequent companions. His untamed curls would sway under the breeze, a smile on his lips as he spent his days under the sun, plucking fruits from trees, running around and playing his flute. But all was not happy as it seemed. His beloved, his Radha, had strayed far from him. She had turned her back on him, grieving with her broken heart all by herself. For her, he was just a frivolous flute player, a temporary guest in her house. For him, she was a part of him. Just like the many others, she, too, was precious for him. • • • Word count || 15,918 Cover: ReynaBennett Banner: Nakshatra012m • • • If you are reading this story on a platform other than Wattpad, kindly log off and scan your device for any possible viruses.
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