She was standing by the palace window. Her silhouette tall and still, the soft amber from a nearby lighted torch portraying the demeanor of strength and valour. She was gazing absently into the dark night. Two choices, out of which, she has to decide… (read more on the following link)
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Curious Ipsita 
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