This is a work of fiction. A novel based on a foundation of certain firm probabilities.
The reader never knows if he has reached the end. He is unwilling to leave the Kingdom; he is unwilling to forget Princess Rajeswary; he does not want to leave the company of the ascetic Vishnushatry; he is willing to remain spellbound by the lectures of Professor Arjun and Catherine; he wants to visit the North Woods to have a glimpse of the majestic Promi Sierra; he wants to see how Suryawarma’s sword blazes. He wants to return again and again to the chapters that are so adorable and so realistic. He is caged within the pages…

No, this is not a novel. It is a visit to an extraordinarily enchanting place. The stories are intertwined cohesively to present the story of a small civilization, and there is a shade of mystery!

The kingdom of Promipur is a wealthy and advanced kingdom—advanced in terms of human progression in the absolute sense. At the conclusion, the reader is unwilling to keep the book down, wishing only that what happens at the end ought not to have happened.