[Meghnad's POV]
As I walked through the grand corridors of the palace, the morning sunlight streamed through the intricately designed windows, casting golden patterns on the polished marble floor. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, though one stood out more prominently than the others: Kavya. Her words, her emotions, and that quiet determination in her eyes lingered in my heart, making it heavier with every step.
I was only seven years old—seven! Yet, here I was, already being thrust into the realm of expectations, responsibility, and destiny. Awakening my Yogic Prana and inheriting the Black Dragon King's bloodline had painted a target on my back, and now I was to leave the palace for Mahaguru Shukracharya's gurukul, where my journey as a warrior, leader, and heir would truly begin.
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