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Intro. The moon hung low over the palace, casting shadows that danced like whispers across the marble courtyard. Inside, Queen Kiran Mehta knelt before the sacred fire, her prayers mingling with the fragrant smoke. “May my family be protected,” she murmured, the flickering flames illuminating her delicate features. From a shadowed window, the vampire king, Armand, watched her, his heart thrumming like a distant drum. “What a vision,” he breathed, captivated. “Like a diamond in the dark.” Kiran’s head snapped up, sensing a presence. “Who’s there?” Her voice was steady, yet tinged with unease. “It is only I,” Armand replied, stepping into the light, his eyes gleaming. “A humble admirer.” “Leave this place!” Kiran commanded, clutching the necklace of prayer beads at her throat. “You threaten my

Vampire king in India

@Bhaskar Mehta