The Village Princess: Based on True Events

The

Village

Princess

Based on True Events

Rampria Mohana Sundaram

Co-author:

Bhavithra Mohana Sundaram

Copyright © 2018 by Rampria Mohana Sundaram.

Co-author: Bhavithra Mohana Sundaram

ISBN:              Softcover                  978-1-5437-4423-1

                        eBook                        978-1-5437-4424-8

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Contents

Dedication

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Dedication

My all time gratitude to the most loveable lady in this world, my iron lady, my mother, Uma Chadayandy for being very supportive and let me to complete my dreams without any restrictions. Followed by that, infinite love and thank you to my super duper talented and amazing girl, Bhavitha Mohana Sundaram for playing big part in making every single part of this book. My co-author, idea maker, motivation buster, co-sponsor, magic creator, lucky star and my sister, thanks for giving me a opportunity for me to create a historical combination with you, The BhaRia’s.

Millions of thanks to everyone who supported me all the way in making this book which is a dream came true moment especially the three most important people in my life as well as for the development for this book, Lavanya Valayutham and Livenraj Rajendran (The L&L) along with my buddy Rajmohan Sivalingam for being with me from nothing till everything. Thanks for keep on motivating me, advising and criticizing at each and every step that I took for this book. Love you guys in tones.

Thanks to all my friends, my friends family members and everyone that I had missed from the list. Last but not least, lots of love and thanks to Shamala Chadayandy, the sole reason for this book to be published. The great soul who had inspired me with her stories since I was a kid. So, this book is truly dedicated to you ‘perima’ and all the lovely people that you met throughout your beautiful journey including Madam Betty, Banso sir, Gian Franco sir, Marco sir, Bravislla sir, and others that I missed to mention here.

∞love from The BhaRia’s

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Breathing.

Shamala did not felt alive being there. Like anything would ever be normal again, after leaving the one who really loved her and sitting in Metropolitan (Rome metro), like nothing had happened in her life. The train was speeding just like her thoughts.

‘Prossima fermata, Re Di Roma’. (Next destination, Rome)

The announcement interrupted her train of thoughts. Shamala get off and as usual her feet strolled to her favorite spot of the town.

Miss, here you go, leaving a cup of coffee in front of Shamala, the waiter bowed with full of respect and went away leaving her alone.

Red…Why? Why are you torturing me?

Shamala mumbled trying to forget the bitter scenes which take up residence in her mind. Staring at the red cup for a couple of minutes and her brain start to race again. The two magnificent words, turns out to be ordeal. Perhaps, there is no such thing as ‘Lucky Life’. Again and again, the colour of the cup forcefully dragged Shamala to remember the incident that could be avoided, the incident which takes her happiness away, and the incident where her fiancée was lying on a pool of blood.

"Oh mio piccolo principe! (Oh my charming little prince!) admired Maria Theresa seeing her youngest son in the best outfit of the town. Dov’è la tua bellezza mia cara? A che ora arriverà qui?" (Where is your beauty my dear? What time she will reach here?)

"My princess will arrive soon mamma (mother). The car that was sent to pick up her broke down halfway but don’t worry, I’ve sent another car and you knew how my buddy flies on the road," Danielle patting his beloved mother with convincing laughter left Maria Theresa not to worry about Shamala.

The Place of De