||Āgāmi||
"being made or currently getting accumulated"
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Living an ordinary life, Juhi had all which she had ever desired. Loving parents and a beautiful future ahead of her.
But, life indeed has the power to...
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Author's Pov
The pale crescent moon shone like a silvery claw in the night sky. The night embraced the serenity and quietness of the nearby trees swaying in the gentle breeze.
The atmosphere was quiet despite the storm building up within the hearts of the souls who lived within the castle walls. The gentle breeze took the silent whispers of the night with them letting the silence prevail.
The pale moonlight highlighted the figure of a lonely man sitting on the turf bench lost in his own inner turmoil. His shoulders were slouched carrying the weight of his actions.
Duryodhana couldn't sleep.
For him, sleep meant one thing - nightmares. He couldn't get the helpless face of Juhi out of his mind. The raw fear in her eyes had hit him like an archers arrow, wounding him with an invisible scar.
He admits, he had lusted after the young Juhi when he initially met her but not even for once had he looked at her with any kind of wrong intentions since he received the news about her being promised to his mithr Karna. He started viewing her as a sister from the moment Karna adored her mang with sindoor.
Duryodhana couldn't help but feel like a failure, a worthless crown prince, the moment he saw her being chased by the group of asurs in a place where she was supposed to be protected.
He took in the silence to ponder upon his doings. He has everything he had yearned for, the throne, the crown, the power, the respect, everything but yet he doesn't feel satisfied, his soul and heart distressed.
Why can't he be happy now that he has achieved everything he had wished for? Why was his life filled with heartache and bitterness?
In the end there were nothing but questions that prevailed in his mind. Was the throne worth it all? Worth his own happiness? Was it worth the sleepless nights he spent? Worth the hate from his own blood? And most importantly was it worth karna's friendship? His hate?
Maybe, maybe not. He don't know. The answers to these questions remain unanswered.
"Rajkumar Duryodhana."
He stilled for a second hearing the familiar voice of the man whom he had once called his Mitra. He felt a pinch in his heart as he heard the man address his as Rajkumar instead of Mitra. But alas he has no one but himself to blame for it.
"I hope I'm not being a bother. I just wanted to have a word with you about today's happenings." Karna disclosed, as he settled himself beside his good old friend.
"Finally! I was expecting one of your dear brothers but alas the Anga king himself has graced me with his presence. Go on. Speak or I dare say mock." Duryodhana scoffed.
