Adultery The Swamiji

[Prakash1986]

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The Prologue



The Swamiji
 
 
They call him Swamiji.
Graceful as a saint. Feared as a god. Obeyed as a king.
 
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He rose,
crushing petals beneath his feet—
jasmines of innocence,
roses of devotion,
lives too fragile to resist his shadow.
 
The world saw a god.
Only the earth remembers
how many flowers he destroyed
to become The Swamiji.
 
This is the story whispered
by crushed jasmines and torn roses,
by vows turned to ash in the shadows.
 
This is the story of The Swamiji
A story no one dares speak aloud.
 
 
The Swamiji

Hi

Wow, this prologue is absolutely mesmerizing. The imagery you've crafted is haunting and beautiful, especially the way you juxtapose the grace of the Swamiji with the destruction he leaves in his wake.

I want to read the story of those destroyed flowers.  Interesting

The lines "The world saw a god. Only the earth remembers" are chilling. I’m hooked already.