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No
sooner did she set her eyes on Kunala than there grew lecherous
passion in her - her lust was up. His beauty sent a thrill into her
and awakened the incestuous impulses dormant in her vile heart. His
form was angelic, and speech, music to her. She became a slave to
her passion, and craved union with her own step-son. Horrible!
Barbarous! Beastly! She threw off the canons of morality and decency
to the winds. She started darting amorous glances at him and tried
to lure him into the cob-web of her comely appearance.
Kunala
was aghast, when he read her mind. Really it was most unfortunate
and unbecoming of the queen of Asoka. He repelled her advances and
evaded meetings tactfully on some pretext or the other. For him, she
was mother. "Matru devo bhava" - mother is the Goddess on
earth concept was entrenched in heart and was found circulating
along with flood from head to foot. As she came nearer and nearer,
he grew wilder and wilder. And at last he showed her real place.
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