"Bua" Ananditas trance broke as Nishatha's reflection ran in through the mirror "Nish" she exclaimed as she hugged the boy "aren't you supposed to be in your gurukul," she asked ruffling his hair "Yes but we have a few days off and our next project starts here in the banks of Yamuna so might as well stay here and then join back when everything resumes" He said holding her hands as they walked out."A lot of time to pamper my little one but first we write to your mother about you" Anandita entered the study only to see Yudhishtir and Nakul discussing scrolls "Ah!! there young man how have you been" Yudhishtir asked wrapping up "Pranipat Kakashree I'm doing good you tell me how everything how is Indraprastha" Nishatha asked with excitement
"We are all doing great son, and about Indraprastha you might wanna go around with kakashree Nakul and see around the town" yudhishtir offered "YES i wanna" he exclaimed "Fine you go see around with Nakul meanwhile i will write to your mother" Anandita informed "Lets go thenn" Nakul said as he held nishatha and walked out.
Yudhishthir Adored Anandita "What, why are you looking at me like that" She said trying to avoid his gaze it was impossible for Anandita to look at him in the eye "Umm, nothing just adoring my extremely intelligent and gorgeous wife" Yudhishthir said. "Get back to work "Maharaj" She said faking a smile.
Anandita was broken she didn't know what to do guilt ate her up she wanted to talk but according to her it was a pure act of shame. She kept avoiding conversations with him how could she walk over the man who loved her so much?
"I don't know it's been so long I miss my little one," Chandra said as she walked through the corridors of the gigantic palace of panchal "We all Do Chandra and trust me your little one must have grown into a big man" Shikandini joked leaving Chandra in fits of laughter "Ashutosh is just seven jiji" She exclaimed.
"yes, but how hard it is to not witness your child being nurtured, I cannot understand your pain but maybe I can share it" Shikhandini show empathy which comforted Chandra.
"Ashutosh will grow into a fine man bhabhishree, look at you and bhrata you have given him the best of both worlds" Panchali added. The three ladies having a calm afternoon in Kampilya.
"Come on one last morsel, don't be a crybaby Nish, your father would be so disappointed in you" Anandita said as she fed her nephew
"yeah, Pitashree is mean sometimes" He said chewing down.
"Sometimes" Bheem emphasized constant loitering in the dining hall for any and every food available
"Bheem" Anandita called out "He's my brother" She said faking anger.
"Yeah but he's boring kakashree bheem is right" Nishatha joined in "you boys, won't get a piece of sweet" Their jaws hit the floor, followed by a quick apology "Bheem, you wanted something" She asked cleaning her hands as Nishatha ran out of the room.
"Yeah bhabhi, your medical camp report is here" Bheem handed over a scroll "Thank you so much" She smiled as it was late she headed to her room it felt like a cage she had two personalities battling one that screamed her to not tell the truth and save the whole clan and the other the calm one, the silent storm that echoed back the truth. "The mirror will shy away, don't stare at it mercilessly" She heard a different voice.
"Arya, you uh" Anandita smiled Awkwardly "You look gorgeous" She heard him "Yeah right" Hearing him made her eyes roll, he loved her he did he loved her beyond human capabilities, "Don't you miss Panchali, also did you write back," She asked trying to avoid emotional one on one conversations.
"I wrote back, don't worry Everything is fine and no I don't miss her not that I don't miss her presence here I do but hey, you know since you've come into my life I never feel a void of anything even if I do you walk me through it" He admired her she embraced him hastily before he could process hot tears ran down her cheeks.
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The Dreadful Destiny ( Mahabharat FanFiction)
Historical FictionDISCLAIMER : This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, events, locales, and incidents are the products of the author's imagination and are purely used in a fictitious manner. and not intended to hurt anyone's religious or spiritual sen...