Novels by Vaibhavi Kulkarni

Indrayanis POV I am sitting in the hot water bath.............. Aanandi and Nandini my two personal maids are at my service, trying their level best to cheer me up.They are twin sisters. Aanandi is dumb and cannot speak but has the brightest smile, where as Nandini cannot stop her babbling. It's as if she was born with her sisters words.Aanandi is organizing my ornaments, jewelry and my dress on the teak wood dressing table , I am supposed to wear those today to look pleasing for certain someone as He is going to visit me today after about 15 days of completely forgetting my existence.I bless those days when his devilishly handsome face was not in sight.Not that I am complaining.

"PRINCE !! Please try focusing on your training..... please come back your highness its for your own good.!!" "NO WAY. I CANNOT HIT RAMU WITH THAT STICK HE IS MY FRIEND!!! ALL OF YOU ARE BAD GUYS!!!!" the 8 year old boy yells at his teacher running towards the royal garden. The one garden specially made for his mother and was forgotten as time passed by since her death when the young boy was 3 years old................Tears running down his chubby cheeks as the little boy looks around the garden with his glassy emerald eyes..... after scanning the surrounding with hawk eye gaze he finally moves the curtain of greenery draped over the cave entrance which is his secret hide out.!!(Don't tell the guards ok:))

A little girl sitting on her father's lap in a heavenly beautiful garden... giggling and swaying her head at her father's words. She asks "Father why is it that you are taking the imprint of my hands. " in her babyish language. The Father says " My beloved daughter. No matter what changes in th entire world the imprint of a person's hand never change.If there comes a time when father has to go far away from his little princess then you will have to use this imprint to communicate with the other officials as an code. So today my dear child I want you to remember the imprint of my hand and I will do the same. This is our tiny secret ". Says the father

Character sketch.SAMRAT : (meaning the king of kings, Emperor )Age : 28Height :6.2Skin tone : fair tone.Hair : blackish brown. Shoulder length wavy hair.Eyes : emerald eyes.Status: King of Amaravati. ( meaning a place that can never be defeated. )Skills : Is a master swords man, knows how to read people's minds, dedicated to work, can be a playboy sometimes. Hobbies : loves classical music, expert in playing Basuri ( traditional Indian flute), Veena ( a string instrument) and Tabala (a drum in

My father the king of Bhadravati kingdom, one of the most loving person I have ever seen. He was my only parent, and never did I feel the necessary of a mother in my life.It was a happy day with usual activities, when suddenly the sweet pink and light blue shades scattered in the sky changed to the darkest shades of crimson and grey.........fire all around me..................men, in their armors trying their level best to swing their sword.I am standing here in my warrior attire with the silver blade sword in my hand.........blood dripping off the blade.......My lips slight cut at the corner.Eyes filled with rage, fear and need to change the time.......to stop the time.......