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Jul 2020
The mad monk entered the impregnable palace weaving his magic

His long hair and long beard gave him the look of a holy wanderer

Queens lovelorn  eyes  transfixed on him

His licentious eyes fell on her

The king went for a conquest with his large army

The queen invited the monk to her private room to treat her sick mother

The monk had won the kings empire

The invincible king did not return as he had lost the battle at home .........
but his army....
Written by
Eshwara Prasad
35
   Imran Islam
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