The Wrath of Gammon

Chapter 6

                                     The Wrath of Gammon

Disclaimer: This story is my humble attempt to write a fanfiction of the epic Mahabharata. My intention is not to hurt anyone's sentiment.

Aum Namah Shivay!!

Major Jayant Roy, SM is a fictitious character. Any similarity with any living person is merely a coincidence.

Chapter 6

Hastinapur, Dwapar Yuga

Karna POV

I entered inside the forest, bow and arrows ready in my hand. I hoped to find some good hunt, because I heard about a tiger wandering in this forest. I took a few cautious steps, and then I realised that someone was following me. I knew those soft footsteps. I knew the sound of those anklets. I turned around and saw her, standing behind me.

Vrushali! My dearest Vrushali was standing there. Her red lips had that pure, sweet smile, that smile made my heartbeat faster. My Vrushali was more beautiful than that arrogant daughter of Drupad. This was the perfect time. Today, I would tell my parents to meet her parents, and...

I was actually lost in thoughts, when suddenly, I found myself in her tight embrace. I embraced her too. Our lips met with each other.

"I missed you, Angraaj!"

"I missed you too, my beloved!"

The sweet smell of the flowers in her hair literally engulfed me. We both sat down in front of the stream, and started talking.

"I heard about the swyamvar in Kampilya." She said suddenly. I felt my body stiffen.

"She is very brave...because saying that in front of everyone needs courage."

I felt that somehow I was again reached there. The wheel with the fish was spinning above my head and I was standing under it, ready to hit the target. Then I heard those arrogant words.

"I will not marry a sutputra!"

My mind was engulfed with anger and insult. But then, suddenly, two soft lips touched my forehead, and I felt a strange calmness in my mind.

"Forget those things! I am here with you, Radheya. I will be always with you."

I kissed those soft lips again and then looked into her eyes.

"Will you complete me, Vrushali? Will you marry me?"

She didn't say a thing, but placed her head on my chest, just above my heart. Her eyes were closed, and breathing was fast. Then I heard a soft voice.

"Yes!"

I hugged her tightly again. Suddenly, I heard a sound of a twig snapping. Then I heard footsteps. Was someone watching us?

I immediately stood up, bow in my hand, and looked at the direction of that sound. I saw a body walking away quickly. In a moment, I hurled a Naagpaash towards him. The weapon tied the man. I ran towards him, and when I saw his face, I was shocked to my core.

The man was none other than my Mitra, Rajkumar Duryodhana.

"Mitra?!"

"I haven't seen anything, I swear!" My Mitra had a smirk in his face. But now, it was me who was embarrassed. Then I saw Vrushali coming out. She lowered her head and bowed to him.

"Pranipat, Rajkumar." Her voice was trembling. She was blushing furiously.

"Pranipat, who are you?" My friend asked in a soft voice. He must have noticed her discomfort.