What if the Mahabharat was reshaped by wishes from another age?
Long ago, when Lord Ram prepared to leave for his abode, he demanded last wishes from his brothers.
Lakshman knew his motive was to protect his brother from all that he had to go thro...
Today's morning in Hastinapur was characterized by bustling activity, especially at the royal palace. The palace grounds were a flurry of sights and sounds, as servants and attendants hurried about, adorning every available surface with vibrant flowers and colorful decorations in anticipation of the impending arrival of the princes. Excitement and anticipation hung in the air like the sweet scent of jasmine that enveloped the gardens.
Inside the palace, Jhanvi emerged from the bathroom, her hair shimmering and damp as she carefully dried it with a soft towel. Meanwhile, her younger sister Subhadra was fussing over her attire, her fingers deftly arranging the fabric of her dress with the zeal of someone eagerly awaiting a special occasion. Subhadra turned to Jhanvi, her brow furrowed with confusion.
Subhadra :- You're late, Jiji. You should've been ready by now. The princes could arrive at any moment.
She chided, her tone a mixture of chagrin and excitement. Jhanvi, in the midst of selecting her outfit, rolled her eyes playfully and replied,
Jhanvi :- I know, but why are you so excited about their arrival? Don’t tell me you’re planning to impress one of them.
With a slight blush tinting her cheeks, Subhadra shook her head fervently.
Subhadra :- It's nothing like that, okay? Besides, I don't know any of them personally in a long time. And who knows how much they've changed? Now stop with your silly teasing and get on with dressing!
Jhanvi :- Okay, okay.
She laughed, relenting as she picked up her dress and retreated to her chamber to change. After a brief while, she returned, resplendent in her chosen attire, standing before the mirror as she adorned herself with her jewelry. Once both sisters were ready, they made their way out into the hallway, their lively conversation echoing softly against the ornate walls. Jhanvi nudged Subhadra teasingly.
Jhanvi :- What if one of the princes turns out to be really handsome, Subhadra? Would you change your mind then?
Subhadra shot her sister a sidelong glance, her lips curved in a wry smile.
Subhadra :- That scenario could tempt you as well, jiji.
Jhanvi :- Not likely. I doubt any prince here would be worth such thoughts.
She replied with a dismissive wave, Their footsteps carried them down the corridor until they encountered another figure. A young woman, regal yet approachable, turned to greet them with a warm smile. It was Pallavi, the princess of Koshal, her presence adding yet another layer of anticipation to the morning. Subhadra called out to her,
Subhadra :- Why are you just standing here, Pallavi? Won't you join us outside?
Pallavi, managing a soft laugh, replied,
Pallavi :- I was just heading there, actually. Seems I'm a bit late myself today.
Jhanvi :- Well, at least we're fashionably late together.
She interjected with a grin, nudging Subhadra, who promptly retorted,
Subhadra :- Speak for yourself, Jiji. I was on time!
Jhanvi :- Whatever.
She shrugged, feigning indifference. Their shared laughter filled the corridor. The trio continued on their path, navigating through the maze of nobility and servants, until they finally reached the palace entrance. Outside, the gathered crowd buzzed with anticipation, everyone eager and ready to welcome the princes.
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