The Fugitive
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Chapter 20 KACHA AND DEVAYANI
Chapter 21 I
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Chapter 54 AMA AND VINAYAKA
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Chapter 57 THE MOTHER'S PRAYER
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Chapter 91 SOMAKA AND RITVIK
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Chapter 94 KARNA AND KUNTI
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Chapter 106 No.106

I had travelled all day and was tired, then I bowed my head towards thy kingly court still far away.

The night deepened, a longing burned in my heart; whatever the words I sang, pain cried through them, for even my songs thirsted. O my Lover, my Beloved, my best in all the world!

When time seemed lost in darkness thy hand dropped its sceptre

                         

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