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Do Flowers Bloom In The Fallen Land

THE FALLEN DIVINITY

~From ancient times, humans were safeguarded by the Devas—beings of divine power and righteousness. But even the Devas were not immune to the allure of desire, and when their ambitions turned corrupt, their immortality bore a terrible curse. ~In a world where humanity has become the greatest adversary of divinity and virtue, ancient threats long thought to be myths still linger in the shadows. To counter this darkness, a new generation of Devas must rise. ~These are the Devangsh, fragments of the divine who walk among humans, their true identities concealed in plain sight. But even within them, shadows fester, threatening to awaken ancient rivalries and devastating calamities. ~At Aditya High School, five seemingly ordinary students—Manash, Arunika, Vani, Suraj, and Bikram—struggle to balance their teenage lives while hiding the truth of their divine heritage. Just as they begin to unravel the mysteries of their destinies, a transfer student named Akshay arrives, exuding a presence that is both terrifying and familiar. His arrival marks the beginning of chaos, as calamities follow in his wake. ~Who is Akshay? ~Is he an ally, bound by an ancient oath to protect the Devangsh? Or is he a mortal enemy cloaked in deception, sent to destroy everything they hold dear? Meanwhile, Sristi, a seemingly ordinary girl who resides in the school hall, finds her world turned upside down by Akshay’s arrival. Secrets buried for centuries resurface, and the past begins to unravel. ~As loyalty is tested and the stakes grow apocalyptic, Manash and his comrades must uncover the truth about Akshay, the origin of the Devangsh, and a destiny they never sought but cannot escape. Will they rise to fulfill their divine duties, or will the darkness within and around them prevail?
Rudra_Kalita · 1.6K Views

The Last Bloom of Spring

In the year 2025, India stood as an elective monarchy comprised of 563 kingdoms, a nation forged from the fires of the War of Independence in 1857. Yet, the spectre of an ancient threat loomed on the horizon, a menacing force that had once brought the subcontinent to the brink of annihilation. Vikram, a young prince from the revered Zamorin lineage, found himself exiled to the bustling city of Kolkata, banished by his mother for a transgression that remained shrouded in mystery. Stripped of his privileges and forced to live a life of austerity, he sought solace in the sacred precincts of the Kalighat Temple, where the fierce goddess Kali reigned supreme. As the weight of his exile bore down upon him, Vikram's path became intertwined with three remarkable women – a woman whose life he had saved, another he had rescued from the clutches of a depraved trade, and the daughter of the temple's priest, all of whom harboured profound feelings for the fallen prince. Yet, Vikram's true destiny lay not in the pursuit of earthly affections but in the mastery of an ancient art – the path of cultivation. For he was among the most powerful warriors in the land, a prodigy whose potential had barely been tapped. As the three years of his exile drew to a close, he knew that he must advance his cultivation to realms uncharted, unlocking the secrets of energy manipulation and spiritual transcendence. The urgency of his quest was fueled by the looming threat of an ancient enemy – a sorcerer of unimaginable might who had once marshalled a force of 25 million troops and 2.5 lakh ghosts and jins against the very heart of India. This formidable adversary, whose name had been lost to the annals of history, had come perilously close to subjugating the nation, only to be thwarted by the heroic sacrifice of a South Indian prince and six others, who had given their lives to vanquish the invading horde. Among the few survivors of that cataclysmic battle was a messenger, entrusted with a secret message and a mystical ring, both of which he had delivered to the Zamorin lineage before breathing his last. The contents of that message remained a closely guarded secret, but it was whispered that it held the key to unravelling the sorcerer's true identity and the means to defeat him once and for all. As Vikram's exile drew to a close, he found himself at a crossroads – to embrace his destiny as a warrior of unparalleled prowess or to forsake his heritage and live a life of obscurity. The choice was his, but the fate of India, and perhaps the world, hung in the balance. With unwavering resolve, Vikram chose the path of the warrior, immersing himself in the ancient arts of cultivation and unlocking the secrets of mind, body and soul for his country and countrymen. In the climactic confrontation, Vikram stood face-to-face with the sorcerer, a being of immense power who had eluded death for centuries. Drawing upon the full might of his cultivation, Vikram unleashed a torrent of energy that shook the very foundations of reality. In a cataclysmic clash of wills, the sorcerer's ancient magic and Vikram's Cultivation prowess faced off. But little did they know, the understanding of the universal secret is a domain they hardly chartered
Kannanunni_K_S · 4.9K Views

Flowers Drunk Fill the Hall

In the beginning, he said, "A lowly commoner from Jiangning County? What a disgraceful status, I won't marry her!" After meeting her, he clicked his tongue, "So frail and delicate, she can't stand a blow, too weak, I refuse!" When she approached him alone, carrying the marriage book, he stood leaning on the door, grinning insolently, "Are you here to make me marry you? But this young master doesn’t want to marry young!" Upon learning she was there to annul their marriage, his face turned dark as a thunderstorm, emanating a murderous aura, "Who gave you the guts to revoke the marriage with this young master?" ... Su Rong felt, Duanhua Princess must be blind, this man was so pampered and spoiled, how was he worth dying or living for? If she had known earlier, she would have thrown the divorce letter at his face the first time she saw him. ————————————— The tender signs of spring on the delicate Hibiscus pillow, amidst the drunken flowers filling the room, unnoticed. — Su Rong. A gallant young man in fine clothes and on a steed, a single glance causes a lifetime of confusion. — Zhou Gu Your wish is my wish. I wish to have known you earlier, protect you among the aromatic chambers strewn with brocades. Tear through the illusions, cut down the thorns, with hands unstained by blood, just as pure as you were when we first met, the young and soft little girl. Your wish is my wish. I wish I had known you sooner when you were like a refreshing breeze near the moon. I dared not approach for fear of disturbing the phoenix and mandarin ducks. Praying to be the moon in the sky to cast a reflection on you, accompany you while you watch the flowers bloom in the spring and gaze at the snow in winter, each and every year at Chang'an.
Xiziqing · 564.2K Views
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