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Once upon a time in the Mystic Desert lived a Princess. In a tower that overlooked the yellow horizon, she watched the sun rise and set every day in the sand dunes. Her heart longed to stand in the middle of the desert, touch the sand, feel it under her feet, smell the air, and see the vast sky turn from blue to black. But alas, she couldn't. Imprisoned by Norms and Virtues, she dreamt of Home, in the desert and open sky, or somewhere far beyond it. The Wanderer never saw home. He had seen mountains, seas, forests and waterfalls. His horse was his home, as was the world. Alone and aimless, he had travelled half the world. Every night, a certain emptiness filled his heart. He couldn't tell why. One star-studded night, on one of his many journeys, his horse grew tired in the sand dunes and looked around for water. The fort towers caught his eye. "Anyone home?" He said, looking around the deserted ruins. Silence replied to him as he frowned. "Such a huge place...

This OS is written for those who asked for an ending to Outcast Love. Personally, for me, the story ended where it was supposed to end, but if it did not for you, here is an alternate ending. Ajabdeh Punwar finished her last meeting of the day as her head throbbed a little, and she sat down in her chair and closed her eyes. The chamber of her Delhi head office was a little chilly in the winter, and she opened her eyes to eye the smart watch. It was late, and she should be going home. Home… For the first time in many years, she was looking forward to it, because the moment she stepped out of her role as a CEO, she would return not to an empty apartment but to the warm hugs of her nephew and niece, Aditya and Aditi. Heer had come by from London for the holidays, and ever since their parents passed away, Ajabdeh had been her only family. She was glad that for the next few weeks the house would be full of chatter and laughter, the aroma of freshly made home-cooked food and warm hugs and oc...

Pratap had rushed into the courtyard of the house as the noise of his bike made Meera walk out feebly with a curious face. It was pouring heavily, quite unlike the winter around the area, and he was almost shivering in the cold, dripping wet. Meera rushed inside to grab the first dry piece of cloth she could find. Pratap walked in, still shivering, but least bothered about it. He stopped her hands while she was trying to wipe the dripping water off his head, and Meera could see his eyes were red. “What happened? Is everything fine?” Her questions made him hug her, tightly, resting his face on her shoulder and weep. “Ladesar?” She asked with a frown. The party was probably nothing like Pratap imagined. It was a lot more lavish than even his greatest imagination. He and Patta were given the duty to overlook the bar counters, and standing at one end of the hall, he could see the entire crowd. The princess looked happy; her hand was entwined with her fiancé’s, and her parents looked pr...