"Pandavas, you 4 need to go to varnavrat to offer bhojan for my late sibling pandu. However much I would have wanted to go there, I can't. Individuals of varnavrat have made bubbly plans for the kuru family out of appreciation for their late ruler pandu. I can not see their plans and their hardwork will go useless. That is why, all of you go." Dhritarashtra said to the 4 pandavas with a plastic smile.
"I do not trust this old scavenger." bheem murmured to his siblings and they gestured yet again the essence of their jyesth came before their eyes, he would have been truly frustrated on the off chance that they wouldn't do this for their pitaji. The 4 pandavas were making a decent attempt to not cry and simply with an end goal to be separated from everyone else they concurred and stormed out of there.
And meeting with duryodhan and his minions ahem- author coughs i mean his brothers was the last thing pandavas needed.
"Oh! See who are roaming here as princes, sanyasis, I mean the great pandavas. Massage my feet." Duryodhana said as his brothers burst in peels of laughter.
"DURYODHANA!!!" the pandavas roared as they picked up their weapons.
Goodness! Im sure these pandavas will self-destruct, they constrained yudhishthira to self destruction and presently they are not even siblings. Don't you realize that nakul and sahadev are not their siblings? " Dushasan sneered as the pandavs looked down and tears strung their eyes. the mention of their jyesth brought back memories of their peaceful life in shastringa, those days when they could run to their dad, mata madri. They had everyone. They had not cried at the death of pandu and madri because they believed in yudhishthira. It has been said, 'time heals all wounds.' I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone.
"Oh right! Brothers are those born from the same bulk of mass. Oh, how poor it must be for you all of you to have only 1/100 of a brain each?" sahadev replied as the pandavas left from there before the situation went out of hand.
'I know we are not over it, over jyesth." bheem said breaking the killing silence as they all were sitting in their common room.
"You know bhaiya, Losing someone you love is the hardest thing in the world to deal with. Itʼs a kind of pain that youphysically feel all over your body. Itʼs suffering of the worst kind. To make things even worse, itseems like no one else understands how youʼre feeling." sahadev tried to talk maturely before breaking into fits of sobs as arjun hugged him providing silent comfort.
"Think of him before he left. The love he had for you will always outweigh his death. He didn't leave you because he wanted to; he left because there were other plans for him, and he was greater than this world, he left because we failed to be his brothers, he did his best for us but we failed to be with him when he needed us the most." nakul said as he also joined arjun and nakul and they 3 cried together.
"Don't leave me..." bheem said before pulling them into a bone crushing hug.
They would face everything together, no matter what for that is what he would have wanted, us to stick together, even if he isn't here..... They decided to go to varnavrat because they needed this vacation. Nothing was ok for them...
Kunti looked at them with a sad smile, she was proud of them to not break down after loosing yudhishthira as her heart squished at the memory of him and the injustice she did to karna came flashing in front of her eyes. Loosing two sons, the pain she was feeling was not just mental but also emotional and physical..........
"We will all go to varnavrat... I will accompany you 4.." kunti said as she thought of her aarya. Why did hastinapur always loose the one who bought dharma to the land. First pandu and now yudhishthira. Destiny had an obssession of taking away everything she loved.
As she went in and hugged her 4 sons and held them close to her heart........ She will not let them go. as the next day they left for varnavrat, little did they know to their death............ Thinking it to be a new start.
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''WE have nothing, no provisions, no money, not even any citizens and we can't let anyone know im alive...'' yudhi sighed, he really had no one except dhriti.
''Bhaiya, everything will be alright, we need to believe, madhav must have a reason for telling us to civilize mathura. trust me- we can do it.'' dhriti said as she rested her head on her brother's chest seeking comfort, everything was too overwhelming.
"WAIT! THE TREASURY OF MATHURA, WE CAN USE THAT!" Yudhishthira screamed in glee as dhriti looked at him as if he was an alien before pulling him into a bone crushing hug.
"Okk, so bhaiya, i will roam the nearby forests and eradicate the fear from the few tribals here and you start making administrative rules for this land." dhiriti screamed louder than him.
''This is our karmabhumi, let us prove worthy of it." yudhi said calmly as he went into the inner city to go through it to make new rules as dhriti left to the outskirts to meet tribes here and nearby rajyas as she offered to train them in return of money, her expertise attracted a lot of people as slowly her brother built the administrative structure of mathura. Their plan to restore dharma in mathura was offiicaly started.
Slowly they would even get residents, it would take time but they had something to look forward to. Yudhi felt as if there was a new enery in him, a desire to prove himself with the support of dhriti he knew no one could stop him.
He missed his brothers and family all the time, but instead of mourning he decided to learn from it, he had dhriti now and no one could stop him. He needed his brothers in his heart and dhriti in his presence. At start he felt guilty for missing them because dhriti did so much for him but soon she made him realise it is not weak or pathetic to miss someone..... He had a new zeal and energy in him as the tales of his righteousness as tales of dhriti's expertise spread far and wide.......... But wait- no one knew that it was dharmaraj himself..........
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Historical Fiction"Heavy is the head that wears the crown" Ephemera: Nothing is permanent, flowers that bloomed will die in a matter of weeks, before the trees leaf out and shade them. Everything is passing and precious. No empire lasts forever, no dynasty continue...
