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Chapter 1

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PROLOGUE

I have learned that there is the best of lands far from here,

in eastern places, according to the report of men.

This corner of the world cannot be reached by folk-rulers,

many across middle-earth, for it is withdrawn beyond them

the sin-makers, by the might of the Measurer.

As the families cried out for help running to save their loved ones from the flames engulfing them, taking them to a heavenly abode, there stood a women clad in a simple saree behind the tree. The tears made their way down her cheeks as she heard the pleas and horror filled voices of both her families. Her fingers curled into a fist making her nails dig deeper into her already wounded palms as she stopped herself from running to the spot where she could watch both her mother's running towards the fire in order to save her.

Her Amma and Her Aai.

But more than them it was Him she was trying not to console as she watched him fall to the ground on his knees as his sister ran to support her brother. She knew that he still had his family to take care of him.

As the burnt body was brought to them, she saw him pull himself up in rage as he held the poor wardboy's collar shouting curses at him refusing to belive that his wife had left him and walked onto the path of a heavenly abode.

To stop her aching heart she turned to leave the place because the women these people were crying for, was dead.

Pallavi Sawant was dead.

Pallavi Deshmukh was dead.

And Pallavi Raghav Rao was dead.

The phoenix that had risen out from the ashes of her past had no surname. She was just Pallavi.

They say there was once a bird,

The silent type always unheard,

Hovering up in the sky,

For all of eternity would it ever fly.

So here goes the prologue. Do tell me if i should continue.

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