The Wrath of Gammon

Chapter 7

                                     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 7

Hastinapur, Dwapar Yuga

Sri Krishna was standing on his chariot. His elder brother, Balrama was standing beside him. His chariot was the part of a long procession which was going to Hastinapur. The chariots of five Pandavas were in front of the procession. One chariot contained three women, Maharani Kunti and her two daughters-in –law. Rajkumari Karenumati of Chedi kingdom and her relatives, along with her mother and brother, reached to the Pandavas in their way from Panchal to Hastinapur.

The supreme one was thinking about his Sakhi. He knew that inside her mind, there was turmoil of emotions. Draupadi was a woman of very strong personality. She didn't liked the fact much that she became the shared wife of five brothers, and one of them again remarried just a day after that! But the wheel of fate was disturbed by the constant manipulation of Jayant Roy, and it started changing its course. His attack on Jarasandha was a bold step, but it was not a reckless move. Jayant and Shakuni had made a very powerful network of spies in the Aryavart. Sri Krishna knew that even Dwarka and Mathura had their spies. After defeating Jarasandha and Shishupal, Jayant imprisoned them both. He could've easily killed them, but he didn't.

"Kanha? What are you thinking?" His brother's voice entered into his ear.

He looked at his brother and smiled.

"Dau, I am thinking about a tortured soul. The soul is tied with shackles of hate and enmity. The more it tries to break free, the binds are getting tighter. I can see the soul bleeding continuously, but I can't see a way to break it free."

Balrama curiously looked at his younger brother. His brother was talking in cryptic language again. Sometimes, he couldn't really understand his brother.

"Tell me Dau, how can I break free the soul?"

Balrama thought for a moment. His dearest wife's smiling face came to his mind.

"I am a simple man, Kanha. I can't think in the spiral way like you. But I know one thing, that the power of love is way much stronger than the power of hate. A powerful blow of love can break the most powerful chain of hate."

"Powerful blows like your plough, right, Dau?"

"Absolutely....WHAT? Kanha, are you mocking me again?"

"No, no, Dau, who has the courage to mock the one and only Haldhar Balrama in this whole universe?" Sri Krishna said with utmost sincerity, but Balrama hadn't failed to notice the naughty smirk in his little brother's face. He smiled too. He actually enjoyed these playful banters between them.

Suddenly their chariot stopped. Sri Krishna looked at his charioteer then looked forward. The whole procession was stopped. In front of them, there were two chariots standing. The first chariot was huge, and pulled by four white horses. The banner on the chariot showed a golden banyan tree.

"Look at that chariot, Dau. Mahamahim Gangaputra Bhishma was there. On the next chariot, the one clad in white is Dronacharya and the one in saffron is Kripacharya."

He then looked at the Pandavas, who hurriedly climbed down from their chariots and went to the elders. His aunt Kunti also climbed down, along with her daughters-in-law. Then he and his brother also climbed down. The elders were already on the ground.