The Quest OF DESEO

was the first rain of the monsoon. The soil was soft and muddy and it had soaked up to her knees. The girl ran deeper i

n crumbled to pieces as thousands of insensible, brain-washed dogs climb up

recious possessions, only at the com

weather. The prickly drops did not bother it. It had its back towards her, yet Diksha

us were prejudicially familiar with the circumstances, our hope lingered on the sentence of con

pieces with each step she was taking towards me, Queen of Cobras. H

s, battling against the hue

f the males effortlessly. The powerful snakes would turn around to acknowledge her gracing pr

. He never expressed it verbally b

ion and happiness were evaporating along with the

ed breathlessly. Her sweat-soaked face was cr

epted defeat. No matter what Diksha says, it will fall on deaf ears and a hear

. Everything...they ruin-ruined us. You are a widow. I am a widow now. Our males are killed. Those monsters

sed to soothe her and a million other souls of The Sarp-Serpancy was now stinking with the p

rulers. Alpha Neel is the chief man. The arm

es like her aren't that fragile. Her queen needed her in that deciding moment of disaster. As a Sakha (head maid),

t valor of her mother and grand

mighty werewolf, we are mere reptiles. We lack muscle strength but, the snakes can kill. We are venomous. Our Lord, Shiva, has bles

nts do no

th. Even a single parchment could bring havoc in the neighbo

uch courage except him...the filthy, douchebag Alpha. I clenched my fist and gritted my teeth. At the

oice was hesitant. I could not come up to speak it alo

e died alongside my husband-following my husband's commands, listening to his orders, ensuring his happiness, and providing him wit

is no more? I am furious, but not because of my husband's dem

your husband, Bush. They killed our king.' Diksha's voice came out hoarse from all the c