DEVIPOKHHA | RISE OF THE GODDESS | PART 1 | LGBTQ | WITH SUBTITLE

A heartbreaking love story told from the perspective of Rosie Fischbach. It takes place in a hospital where, despite the eerie veil of death, there is more life ...

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DEVIPOKHHA | RISE OF THE GODDESS | PART 1 | LGBTQ | WITH SUBTITLE

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           I am a shoot from the blessed tree. The three previous generations of Asanga men, including my father, were born with signs that portended greatness. Times like 7 a.m. on the 7th day of the 7th month.  Devas and other creatures of the heavenly realm flitted and flirted about to celebrate their entrance into this world. Yet, unlike my forefathers, I, John Yogacara Asanga, had an inauspicious birth.   Aijeba and I continued down our path as quietly as possible.

As advertised, about a mile in, we came across remnants of her
kills. Chital bones, gaur and boar tusks gleamed in the dusky
shade of the trees; in areas, there were still tufts of fur clinging
to the wet bone. This was no ordinary jungle predator; tigers are
usually solitary hunters and one gaur bull alone would be enough
to satisfy several hungry felines. This creature had ravaged three
rather large animals in a few days at most. The killings were so
recent that the vultures had yet to clean up the mess; or, perhaps,
they too shunned such evil.