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The grand hall of Ayodhya, which once witnessed the union of Siya Ram, was now ready to bear eyes to the Swayamvar of the Princess of Ayodhya, and the only girl born in Raghu lineage after Devi Shanta.
Nayantara was nervous, her breaths were uneven, and those backstabbing drops of sweat gave it away.
She was standing in a balcony, listening to her brother explain the terms of her Swayamvar. She saw everyone's reaction. The task was difficult, but it was made to find that one person who is worthy of descendants of Ram.
The first King to try was Maharaj Gajendra, the King of Sindh Pradesh. He was a man in late fifties, and had a long moustache on his face.
His body was covered in layers of fat, and just by the look of arrogance on his face; Nayantara decided that if he won, she would jump in scared fire pit that would be made for her marriage.
"Shree Ram, please only that person who can love me till the end of eternity win this Swayamvar." Nayantara prayed.
SindhNaresh Gajendra arrogantly put his left hand on the dhanush, and as much expected results, the dhanush did not even move an inch.
Humiliated, he tried to kicked the stand, but ended up falling down with his crown rolling towards the exit. As if the Gods themselves wanted him out.
He stood up and took his crown silently, trying to ignore the roaring laughter and sat back.
Soon enough, many Kings came, and all left with same results. The dhanush hadn't moved, but everyone stopped laughing after a few times.
Nayantara looked at all contestants, leaving defeated one by one. She wore a proud smile as she saw Arjun sitting and staring at the dhanush. She knew his capabilities, and was sure that he would win.
"Now, the son of Dron, student of Parshuram, and Mahamahim of Indraprasth, Ashwatthama." Came an announcement.
Only two contestants were remaining, the two from Indraprasth. As expected Indraprasth was placed last, obviously because in the eyes of Aryavart, it was but a demon kingdom a few months ago.
Ashwatthama stared at the hall for a second, last chance to turn, but he did not. If, for Arjun he had to sacrifice his love, his life, his everything, he would.
People may think that Drauni was in debt or owed something, but who would explain a bunch of idiots the truest bond of friendship?
"We need an alliance Mitra." He whispered to Arjun, his kne line explaining everything, that Drauni was leaving Parnika for Indraprasth.
