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You killed your nation to build your frivolous empire.
You murdered your wife and orphaned countless children.
You killed for a living and yet, you loved with a passion. You loved with passion and you hated with a fire bellowing inside you. You are yourself an orphaned child and a cheated husband. You are a mother who witness the killing of your own children. You have played all the roles.
The faint glow emanating from within one of the arches in the fort was luring to the onlooker, who knew, for a fact, that there were supposed to be no inhabitants in there. Perched on top of the elephant back along with the Mahout, they stood silently, a few meters away from this structure, on one of the meandering roads cut across the low hill. She was sure she had caught the glimpse of the human form for a brief few seconds before the glow turned fainter and the view more abstruse as the clouds softly inched over the moon and craftily obscured the silvery light that was being reflected from it. As clearly as the darkness was perceptible to the eyes, the presence of a certain aura was discernable to the mind that had a strong intuitive sense.