Love Through Golden Eye's 4

By Kimaya Mathew

Sequel to Love Through Golden Eye's 3
Snakes and Tiger's have to come back. History will be repeated and the final sabotage to the evil will be there, finally. Rashi Rathod, the weresnake princess has to hail the call of destiny as her best friend, Naina gets married to Avi, the tiger chief. Avi is still fighting the battle against his inner demons, after slaying his own brother ruthlessly. To make the matters worse, Vasudev, being the king of the tigers and Rashi, being from the Snake clan are fighting the attraction that has always simmered between them. Rashi's hatred to Vasu and the deadly past they share is a secret, they have not let in open till now. What will be the outcome? An ancient evil is on the verge of uprising and , now , it is upto the two individuals to break the rules, let the hell hounds loose and call upon the enemies, who may or may not act as friends. The finale to love poison series could not have been much more adventurous than this. Indulge yourself in this journey of love, lust, betrayal and friendship.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kimaya Mathew
• Release date: Mar 17, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311048264

Kimaya Mathew

Living in the valley of Doon, writing under the pseudonym "Kimaya Mathew" the writer is a enthusiastic student of literature. She lives with her parents and a small spitz namedBarbie.She started writing from the age of 16 and is an ardent "Harry Potter","Twilight" fan! She became fan of the field after Harry's world enthralled it. Recently, she has acquired Master in English.Kimaya loves her real name but writing under the pen-name is a thrill in itself.She can be contacted on ; [e-mail] can also join her on Goodreads!

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Love Through Golden Eye’s 4

Love Poison

Kimaya Mathew

Copyright Kimaya Mathew 2014

Published at Smashwords

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Other Works By Kimaya:

Love through Cobra’s Eye 1-7

Love Is Blind

Love through Golden Eye 1-4

In Leopard’s Love 1-2

Princess And The Sheikh 1-3

It has been a fantastic journey as I wrote these books and got enormous support from all of you. I promise to keep you entertained with lot’s more of them. Kindly review and rate the work after you finish it. Even if you didn’t like it, then also! It will be an enormous help and will make me better in my art. Thank you for taking out the time to read this book. Remember, Love never dies!

I see her there, shouting and screaming over a dead person’s body! Why is she crying? What makes her cry? Who is she crying? Who is that man beneath her? She is saying something, as I see her mouth working in the mid of those tears. She is beautiful. She is... then I know fire, all around me. Gulping and taking me to its gallows. What is happening? But before the hot messenger of hell devours me in its dark depth, I hear the girl crying out in agony, traitor! Come back, Ahiiiiiiiiii...., With a snap, my eyes fly open, and I sit up straight on my bed, wiping the cold sweat from my face and forehead, I gulp down the entire full glass of water before keeping it back on the table. Heaving a big sigh of relief on the realisation, that I was dreaming, I get up from the bed and make it inside the washroom. Switching on the light, I splash some water on my face and straightening up; I look myself in the mirror. Oh God, I whisper as I pull some hair locks back. I had that hideous dream again. Since I hit puberty, this dream has constantly been disturbing me a lot. For another minute, I keep on glaring at my face, which has lost its sleepy look and has taken all the features of mum. Rashi, Rashi, I hear someone on the door and rolling my eyes to the ceiling; I get out of the washroom, walk up to the door, pull it and let Khanak inside. Hey, she takes my hand in hers and says, "Aaagh bituassssoai mishhassss? (What happen? I heard you screaming!) Simhasss adantosss hanatuissss, (I am fine. Had a bad dream, that’s it.)" She measures my temperature by keeping her palms on the forehead and then touches my cheek, You are so warm. Must have been a hell of a dream, Yes, I say and see her smiling, as she pats my cheeks and says, Hold it. I’ll get you hot tea. It’s already six in the morning, Six in the morning? I look at her alarmed and turn to bedside clock. Indeed, it is six in the morning. Going to the window side, she removes the curtain from their face and let the sun rays flood inside the room. O, Shiva! It is morning in its full splendour, and Khanak turns to me again. Get ready, till the time I get you tea. Smiling and sighing as she closes the door behind her, my gaze falls on the bedside table where I see the silky invitation card lying:

Let the Holy Ganesha add grace to the beautiful occasion.

Let the mighty Shakti bless our path together as we hold the future in our hand.

I, Vasudev Subedar, along with Veer and Shobha Makhija, invite all your friends and family members for the holy nuptial ceremony of

Naina Ulhas Parth

And

Avinash Shaurvi Garud Subedar

Grace the service with your presence and bless the young couple for their fruitful future.

Programme follows:

Garland Ceremony: 7 p.m

Holy rounds: 8 p.m

******

I keep the thing on one side, and my gaze lands on the second paper. It is a letter:

Rashi,

It is stupid to tell you the reason for this letter. I believe, you must have seen the invitation letter. After so many years, months and days of fawning over the boy, I am finally getting married to him. You have always been the friend; I have looked up to, whether in a time of need or in a time of happiness. I want you to come and see the biggest day of my life. It is not every day, you see your friend getting married. Ulhas is no more. I will tell you the entire story when you will come here. After you left school in that mysterious way, I kept on reminiscing about the reasons behind your withdrawal but couldn’t come up with any. I hope, Mussoorie is as cold as it has always been. Rashi, there has not been a single day, when I have not missed your presence in my life. Please, Ra; come to Paudi, for my sake.

Naina..."

I close my eyes and feel the silent tear escaping their corner. The barricade of the mind is let down, and memories break out of their limit. Too much has happened and so much time has vanished from my hands.

*****

On the breakfast table, as I make myself seated and start spreading the butter on the loaf, I hear a voice, You are late! I halt in my actions and look up to the person. Koham Rathod, ahead of a police officer of the Mussoorie district of Uttarakhand, and my dad is one of the strict and the most disciplined person in the entire house. He wants everything on time. Breakfast, lunch and dinner! Going to bed and waking up on time and various other activities... Sorry dad, I say and then amazingly see him getting up from the seat, moving to my side and telling me in strict words. Before I forget it, this is for you, he hands me a sparkly gift in my hand. Happy birthday Rashi, I nibble my lower lip beneath my upper teeth and look up at him, Thanks, Dad, "Don’t forget