She decided to change the consequence..
In a patriarchal society where men wage wars and women suffer the outcome,
She tried to undo the grave sin committed by her family...to prevent one of the deadliest wars in the Indian history...
What will hap...
The jet black horse galloped through the forest way , the little sun rays entering the canopy made its skin look shining. He was followed closely by another brown stallion .
They reached a clearing where a pretty wide lake separated one part of the forest from the other.
While the rider on the brown horse looked around for a way to cross the lake, his companion's eyes were fixed on the opposite side.
"I think there is a bridge there.." he said pointing to the east
"We don't need it.." the other replied confidently and started moving backwards..
'Might know some another way.. or... ' his doubts were confirmed when the other skillfully made the black horse leap across the lake in a swift move.
"If you are just going to stand there.., Can I leave ..?" an impatient question came from the other side and in no time he joined his partner.
"I have heard girls like to play it safe.." he commented jokingly as he neared the girl who never fails to amaze him.
"And I have heard boys like to play stupid.." she returned and rode off without waiting for a reply
He had expected nothing else ..
They might have travelled for an hour or two when they saw a small yet scenic waterfall
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"We should rest for awhile.." she suggested scanning the area
"Rooh.., you did a wonderful job .., especially the jumping part .., you are wonderful.." she was pampering her horse like a little girl playing with her doll and he couldn't help but smile seeing the cute side of this ferocious girl.
Dressed in black from head to toe , they were fully covered with only their eyes visible.
He watched as she fed both the horses lovingly .., resting against a tree root , the splashing sound of water reminded him of the rhythm of her anklets when she danced which led to a much cherished memory.
Duryodhan had came to Dwaraka to meet his teacher , Blarama. Such visits were occasional as he enjoyed the company of his teacher , one of the few people who favours him above the Pandavas and Balarama also enjoyed the company of his favourite disciple.
Once while walking through the empty corridors of the palace after lunch , the melodious sound of the musical ghungroo reached his ears prompting him to look into a room, there he saw a graceful dancer , her performance wasn't organized or well practiced but spontaneous and elegant. Her movements were lithe and supple and her audience were the breeze and birds. She was devoid of any musical instrument or jwellery , her movements and expressions aided by her smile were more than enough to make her mesmerizing . Her hair was in a simple loose braid with lonely strands dancing with her and her heavy shawl lay on a chair in the room. Wearing just a long skirt and a blouse that reached above her midriff , her features were of a divine nymph.
