THEN, ONE DAY SHIVA APPEARED
This became a daily ritual: She would not stop running till She reached the enigmatic Shivlinga, Her heart beating so fast, that She would almost fall in sweet collapse at the Shivlinga.
And then She would remain there in bliss, for hours on end, day after each passing day. Till the days turned into months and the months into a year. Her entire life itself had become an offering, Her time a rosary count.
And then, one day, Shiva appeared.
And then She would remain there in bliss, for hours on end, day after each passing day. Till the days turned into months and the months into a year. Her entire life itself had become an offering, Her time a rosary count.
And then, one day, Shiva appeared.
He was magnificent.
Tall, and beautifully chiseled. His chest was large and firm. A cobra wrapped around His neck was peering down at her, as if he had being doing that for an eternity.
Tall, and beautifully chiseled. His chest was large and firm. A cobra wrapped around His neck was peering down at her, as if he had being doing that for an eternity.
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