Knowing love, I would allow all things come and go, to be the supplest wind, and take everything with great courage . As Rasa would say to me, life is written in any case, my heart is as open as the sky.
Learn to love, I let everything come and go, like the gentlest wind, I muster the greatest Courage to face everything. As Lesa told me, life is predestined and my heart is as wide as heaven.
Love: Prelude
India. An ancient and mysterious country, a land of sexual charm. Women here are born to wait for men to love and care for them, and as a noble Indian princess, Dara was destined to do her best to win the love of the most honorable men before she learned to love others.
Dara of Girls' Generation said, "I wish I could become her." A glamorous and noble concubine walked by her eyes.
"Me too." Dara's maid echoed.
"But you are my maid, Maya." This was the princess' most accurate positioning for Maya. Maya did not refute, but after the princess left, she showed a disgusted expression to her, showing her stubborn nature.
Maya was originally a woman who could be omitted in this palace. She was just a maid, the daughter of a maid. She was only a maid who peeked from afar when noble girls were educated, but her extraordinary talent destined her to embark on an unusual journey. life journey.
"Da, da, da," Maya walked through the corridor of the palace. "Da Da Da", Maya chased the hunchback prince Becky to the rooftop, "Da Da, Da Da Da", Maya and Dara danced to the beat of the drum. The palace was filled with the young girl's brisk steps and the crisp dancing bells on her ankles.
The bell dance continues, time flies, and as the teenage girl grows into a woman to be married, Maya seems to surpass the princess—she has talking eyes, a breathtaking figure, and a graceful dance. And all of this, under the catalysis of the woman's jealousy, the gift of God turned into a poison in her life.
The princess is about to marry the young princess of a neighboring country—Maya secretly makes up her mind when she sees Dara happily preparing for her wedding.
"Dara," said Maya, holding the princess who was about to leave the country, and her master said, "I have used the things you have all my life, and now, you will use the things I have used forever. ." Although the princess, who was doted on by thousands, felt inexplicable and a little angry, she didn't realize that her husband's body was at her wedding until she heard her husband moaning Maya's name that night. It has been handed over to Maya.
The red sari faded, and when the young king and the beautiful Maya met frankly, they had no words, only the murmur of their lips and the fit of their limbs. After this moment of transcendence, the king remained expressionless. Finished the wedding with Dara.
On the second day, the first night of Princess Dara and the king seemed to be in many conditions. Dara's painful cry and the king's hurried and short moans, including the last "Maya" with infinite longing and lust, made the just entering the The two in the newlywed hall immediately became a pair of grudges. The king left angrily, leaving behind Princess Dara, who was dressed in white, twisting her body on the messy wedding bed and uttering a low animal-like howl.
Kama, the most wonderful word in Hindi, means "love" - Dara loves the king, and the king loves Maya. But who does Maya love?
Heart: The journey of true love
Your heart is destined to only be given to one person, the one you love most in your life.
After Maya's affair with the king was revealed, she was kicked out of the palace - "Get out! Wear your bell and get out! So the whole world knows you're a bitch here!" The
desolate Indian folk music tells of her grief , looking back at the palace in the mist, her firm eyes led her to the side of another man.
The holy water of the Ganges, where devout people wash their souls polluted by the world, the sculptor Jakuma and Maya met here. The temples of India are majestic. The goddess, which was carefully carved out of stone, showed their bodies and the perfect female lines, telling the world the beauty of sex. There is no other country in this world that worships sex and religion together like India. In the hearts of its people, love and sex are the true meaning of life and the only reason for their existence in the world.
Jakuma was infatuated with Maya, she was the inspiration for his sculptures, but it all happened too fast, before Maya could pick up the unbearable feeling, his palm had touched her chest emotionally, She chose to run away.
Kama Sutra, the quintessence of Indian culture, a story of love, an alluring book about how a woman holds a man's heart, and Raisa, who taught Kama Sutra to women, was the one who changed the Maya's life.
"When you dance in front of a man, you have to dance as if you are the only one in the world,"
Leza said. "Glory and shame may be just two expressions of the same thing, " Leza said.
"I prepare women, some become king's favorites, some become men's wives. I teach Kama Sutra, but the art of love is far more than the technique," Raisa
said. "If you're looking for true love, " Raisa said , you have to pursue the direction of your heart."
The wild scenery of the mountains in northern India is full of temptation. The rolling hills are like the mood of men and women who are gradually falling in love. The prairie left the footprints of Maya and Jeguma, their intimate words beside the rocks, and their laughter echoed in the valleys.
When human needs rose to the deepest fusion of souls in each other's hearts, he knelt down in front of her, kissing, sucking, and worshipping her beautiful body with all his might. The two lovers follow Kama Sutra's instructions to complete the most beautiful blend in their lives - in the humble wooden house, Maya and Jakuma are intertwined, and the sun shines on their bronzed skin and warms each other. soul.
In the face of the sincerity, people always feel fear, that is the strongest love and desire at work, and we are cowardly in a pinch. Because Jakuma hesitated about love, "You are a person who always says love, but when the time comes, you run away." The stubborn Maya turned her beautiful head away from the man who had her heart , left Jaguuma without any expression, devoted herself to learning the art of seduction from Raisa, and then became the favorite of the first man to have her.
Maya, who had no heart, came to the palace extremely coldly, and was favored by the young king. When Queen Dara learned of her arrival, a court battle between the two women was about to break out.
"If a prostitute doesn't have the gift of grace, she can't keep my husband." Dara said fiercely, but got a cold sentence from Maya: "Keeping men is what I'm good at."
"My whole life . , are using the things you have, and now, the one thing I have used, you will use it forever." This is the most vicious curse a woman has on another woman, and this curse haunts the hearts of the two women. , but they don't know that the curse of fate is coming to them...
The beautiful cinnabar feet seem to be boneless, walking softly through the corridor, their innocent eyes seduce people's souls, and their swaying figures are accompanied by The light of the fire was like a dance, making the man who stared at him imagine infinitely. In Indian tradition, the newlywed wife should smear thick cinnabar on her feet, indicating that she has become the husband's family. From this moment on, she is the master of men, the master of heart, and the master of history.
Jing: Tragedy
However, when the man who held her heart firmly broke through the layers of obstacles and stood eagerly in front of Maya holding his heart, how could she be unshakable?
The king wanted to make a stone statue of the Mayan goddess in his heart and under him, and invited Jakuma. Maya danced the dance she learned as a child again, and finally settled in the posture of her raising her hands to the sky - this posture, like a swan waiting for a true lover.
When the dancer and the sculptor were alone, Jakuma, the deserter who had been in love, expressed his fiery affection to Maya: "Maya, I love you."
She was angry, sad, and swayed by the love she had accumulated for a long time. Restrained grievances, resentments, and long-held lust erupted: "You hurt me! I belong to him now."
"No! I belong to you." He was decisive. Hands and lips instead of words, expressing his deepest love for her.
She was desperate, and tears rolled down her face.
"I marry you, you marry me."
"I marry you, you marry me."
Happiness is often short-lived, and that's what makes it so precious. Life is satisfied in getting, and understanding in losing. The process of getting is full of hardships, but losing is easy.
Jakuma, who was hiding in the dark, became jealous when she saw the woman she loved was intimate with the king. Although Maya finally rejected the king's desire and ran to Jeguma, the man still couldn't restrain the jealousy in his heart—— This is a man's love to the limit but also selfish to the limit. He even wants to kill his rival in the arena.
tender embrace. Whispered whispers. Gently kissed - "Where is she?!" With the violent roar of the king, the curtain was suddenly lifted, and Maya's eyes were full of shock, but soon, she calmed down, because at this moment, she was with the man she loved. Together, we will face the battle of power and truth together.
Disappointment and ruthlessness flashed in the eyes of the king...
There was determination in the eyes of the sculptor. But he was still taken away...
The king faced the woman he loved, looked at the friend who was dragged away, and cried...
Why is it precious to lose it? Almost all stories tell this truth.
Dara, who had lost the king, decided to commit suicide, but Maya, who had lost Jaguuma, decided to put aside her suspicions with Dara, and taught her the art of seduction, and hoped that by doing so, the queen could gain the love of the king, and she could save herself. Jakuma.
However, it is still a sad story - although Queen Dara became very charming, the king gave his heart to opium, so he became mad, let the elephant trample Jakuma to death, and Maya lost her beloved. out of the palace.
Her story really begins with walking out of one palace, and ends with walking out of another palace. What is the role of true love, desire, power, and status in this cycle of life? Are people born to love, or are they born to love? Love in the end is to win, or wait for it? And people's life really can be controlled by oneself, or has to be granted to others?
Maya's story may not answer all of these questions, but at least she has shown the world the power of emotion -- to regenerate people from the slump and destroy them.
Jaguuma was destroyed, but his soul lives on in Maya's heart. This kind of destruction is not terrible, because at least he has really loved and understood love when he was alive.
And when Prince Becky's army attacked the palace, this lascivious king was destroyed, he had no mercy, he had never given his heart to anyone, and no one could really care about him in times of trouble, and his body, together with The soul is utterly destroyed, along with his country and possessions.
Growth requires experience. Maya is full of dust and dust, walking in the world, letting the world change, her heart will be as still as still water, as pure as a mirror, and as revered as a god. On the red land of India, she was dressed in white clothes, fluttering in the wind, and the white clothes were inlaid with blood-red borders - like the blood of Jakuma - yes, he did not leave.
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