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    Love Through Cobra's Eye 6
    Love Through Cobra's Eye 6
    Love Through Cobra's Eye 6
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    Love Through Cobra's Eye 6

    By Kimaya Mathew

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    Prequel to the Love Through Cobra's Eye, welcome to the world of king Vasuki, the mighty Kashyapa of Naglok. It all started then..when Vasuki spotted Mayuri in the disguise of an unknown Nag and made her feel all womanish for the first time in her life. But, the truth was hidden..secret was yet to be unveiled about her real self. Who was Mayuri? Just a human or something else? The truth in all it's reality was never told to the world...what was it? was Nag world destined to be ignorant of her reality or somewhere a secret tribe had already taken birth? what dark conspiracy laid hidden by both these nighty humans sight? the truth is about to be revealed in all it's brutality....

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherKimaya Mathew
    Release dateSep 1, 2013
    ISBN9781301339426
    Love Through Cobra's Eye 6
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    Kimaya Mathew

    Living in the valley of Doon, writing under the pseudonym "Kimaya Mathew" the writer is a enthusiastic student of literature. She lives with her parents and a small spitz namedBarbie.She started writing from the age of 16 and is an ardent "Harry Potter","Twilight" fan! She became fan of the field after Harry's world enthralled it. Recently, she has acquired Master in English.Kimaya loves her real name but writing under the pen-name is a thrill in itself.She can be contacted on ; [email protected] can also join her on Goodreads!

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      Love Through Cobra's Eye 6 - Kimaya Mathew

      Love Through Cobra’s Eye 6

      Kimaya Mathew

      Copyright Kimaya Mathew 2013

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      To Readers,

      You made this possible. You accepted me as I was when I feared it the most. Thank you so much for your never-ending love and support. Thank you for taking out the time to read this work of mine which is close to my heart. As usual, my only request is to comment and review my work after you are done with reading.

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      Baba, I laid the fresh hay on the floor and dusted my hands off. It was a tedious task of getting it fresh first thing in the morning. Oh God, spring was around the corner and in our tribe, cutting tree trunks at this time was considered to be a sin. In no way would I be able to cut the fresh one but I could always go for the one lying on the ground. I had got the sag full of the fresh green grass and was sweating to my toes. Mayu, Baba came out, You came at last he took off his headcloth and kept it on the ground. He appeared to be tired. Yes, I‘ll get you water. I had just taken out the last drop of Adam’s ale when he said, Nag Panchami is coming again, child. What are you going to perform this time for the deity Vasuki? The great Lord Vasuki, king and creator of the mythical snake tribe, was our village’s God. Any happy or pious occasion was started with a holy prayer sent out to him, after sorting his blessings that work was commenced.

      Everybody called me Mayu! It was a short version of Mayuri. In this secluded hillside of Mussoorie where all sort of mythical and real creature resided, I stayed with my Baba, Prithvi Kritha. He was the priest of the whole village. I was his only daughter and knew that he loved me like anything. My Ma left me soon after I was delivered. Many ladies then thought that I was the source of such mishappening. You were such a charming child he interpreted, Everyone was envious of my good luck on having you. I don’t hold a grudge against them. After all, you were so different. What with those grey eyes and everything... My eyes were always the talk of the entire village. There has not been a single person who has not commented or praised them because they belonged neither to my Ma or Baba. It was a mystery even to me. First, I thought myself to be some sort of freak but, then again, my Baba scolded me on thinking on that point so much. You will always be my lovely Mayuri. I smiled because I knew he meant it. Still lost in my thoughts, I had opened the pitcher to take more of the water when a sigh left my mouth. What is it? he gulped the milk in one go and wiped the corner of his mouth. We are short on the water again I picked up the other pitcher and waving him goodbye, placing it on my hip, tucking my little skirt bit higher, headed out of the small cottage. Our economic condition was just like everyone in the village, low and only able to meet our needs. Those metal things known as taps were

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