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Mythological fiction: Satyavati was born a fisherwoman. Did destiny put her on Hastinapur's throne?
Scroll | April 8, 2026 10:40 PM CST

From my position, curled up in my bed, I watched with a growing sense of sadness as the sun slowly rose over the river and cast its brilliant, warm glow. This had always been such a perfect spot to view the dawn of each new day, and the sight had never failed to fill me with optimism. Today, though, all I could think was that this would be my last sunrise in this home. Rising out of bed for the final time was an equally odd sensation. I had grown up in this room and slumbered every night of my life in this bed. What would happen to it now? Would the room be closed up, left to gather dust? Perhaps one of the servants would claim it. For a fleeting moment, I kidded myself that my father was far more sentimental than I credited him for and my room would be left untouched to return to as I wished. I knew this was not true. This was not part of his grand plan. Not now that he had finally claimed his prize.

As I began to reluctantly dress myself, I listened to the birds that carefully built their nests in...

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