The Fugitive
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Chapter 1 No.1
Chapter 2 No.2
Chapter 3 No.3
Chapter 4 No.4
Chapter 5 No.5
Chapter 6 No.6
Chapter 7 No.7
Chapter 8 No.8
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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 7 No.7

I am like the night to you, little flower.

I can only give you peace and a wakeful silence hidden in the dark.

When in the morning you open your eyes, I shall leave you to a world a-hum with bees, and songful with birds.

My last gift to you will be a tear dropped into the depth of your youth; it will make your smile all the sweeter, and bemist your outlook on the pitiless mirth of day.

             
            

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