Burning Soul. Cover हाड़ी रानी

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...Traces of bridal henna still swirls around her fingers, which to him were pink and child like as when she was brought to this world. By the powers of the kind Gods she had grew with their blessings. How much she still wanted? How she still craved of her nuptial night, has it only been hours past? He had heard it all, the pulse between their young bodies, every part glows and grows, crashing against each other like two burning thunderbolts...the fierce memory she savors even now as her tongue traces over each of her fingers, which still contained the ecstasy of their bodies.

Then, he heard the mad howl of the thirty thousand outside the battered walls, a threat in mocking unison, a threat to kill in Persian and Arabic, the penalty to remain a Hindu was fire and ash.

Bad men are coming for her...