Dharmyudh, which means 'Battle for Justice'
What happens when fate decides to take a steep turn ?
Could it change the destiny of Aryavarth ?
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"Will there be a dharm...
In the solitude of the riverbank, a bereaved mother knelt by the edge of the Ganga river, clutching her infant in a tender embrace. Her heart weighed heavy with sorrow, the ache of loss etched upon her face. The mist that veiled the river's beauty seemed to mirror the shroud of grief that enveloped her.
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As the cool breeze whispered through the trees, a fragile calmness settled over the scene. The soft rustle of leaves accompanied a chorus of gentle birdsong, their melodies interweaving with the stillness. The melancholic notes filled the air, offering a fleeting respite from the depths of the mother's sorrow.
With tear-stained eyes, she gazed out at the river, its serene surface reflecting the hues of the sky above. She traced her fingers along the tiny features of her child, feeling the warmth that remained. In that poignant moment, she found solace in the knowledge that her love would forever be intertwined with the gentle currents of the Ganga.
As the sunlight broke through the mist, casting a golden glow upon the scene, the mother whispered a lullaby, her voice trembling with a mix of grief and tenderness. The words floated on the air, carrying her love and longing to the heavens above. It was a song of remembrance, a tribute to the precious life that will leave her too soon.
In this bittersweet moment of sorrow and reflection, the mother found solace in the embrace of nature. The river flowed on, carrying with it the weight of her grief, while the birds continued their melodic serenade, reminding her that even in the depths of sadness, there is a sliver of beauty to be found.
The scene stood as a testament to the enduring strength of a mother's love, even amidst the sorrow of loss. And as she rose to her feet, her heart aching yet somehow lighter, she took a step forward, moving slowly but resolutely toward the path of healing and finding peace in the memories that would forever reside in her heart.
The woman appeared to be a princess, and the baby was radiant with a sun mark on his forehead. She was crying uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face. A hand tapped her shoulder, causing her to jerk forward in surprise as she turned to see who it was.
Pritha (Kunti) is the daughter of Maharaj Kuntibhoj.
When she noticed her maid, Priyamvada, standing there with a worried expression, she felt relieved.
Priyamvada :- Princess, I understand your pain, but we must consider the consequences. Keeping the baby will bring dishonor to your father and the kingdom. It's a difficult decision, but sometimes sacrifices must be made for the greater good.
Kunti glanced at the infant as she caressed its face with shaky hands.
Kunti :- But Priyamvada, how can I bear to let him go ? What if he ends up in the wrong hands ? What if he's mistreated or forgotten ? I couldn't live with that guilt.
Priyamvada :- Princess, I share your concerns, but there is hope. If we let the river carry him away, perhaps good-hearted people will find him and provide him with a better life than we can offer. Think of it as giving him a chance, a chance for a brighter future.
