"Pitashree!"
Vrishaketu ran towards his father's pyre, hot tears gushing out of his eyes. He broke out of his Jyestha Bhrata Vrishasena's grip. He raced up to his father's dead body.
Vrishu was too short to see his father's body completely. He then felt a familiar touch lift him. He turned around. He was in his Mata Vrushali's arms. She had tears in her eyes. Vrishu wouldn't blame her she's widowed now.
Mata put her other hand around Jyestha. "Putro," she whispered. Both Vrishu and Jyestha glanced at their mother. "Putro, be strong it's not the end, your Pita would have said the same thing," Jyestha still didn't look reassured. "It sure seems like it," he mumbled. Mata placed Vrishaketu down.
Vrishaketu kept imagining his father's face. His smile. His frown. His playful expressions. This brought tears to his eyes. He can't be gone. Well, he is. That was reality. That was what the cruel world had in store for him.
"Come, putro," she said. This broke Vrishaketu out of his thoughts. She led the two Karnaputra's beside Laxman. Unlike Vrishu, Laxman and Jyestha knew how to keep their tears in.
Before standing beside Bhrata Laxman, Vrishaketu looked back at his father's killer. Arjun. His eyes were cold and full of hatred. I will get revenge, he thought. This is a promise.
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Hiya, guys! Aadi, here. Like this update?
Hope you guys did! I'm thinking of killing off Vrushali in the next chapter, which is about Laxman.
Are the paragraphs good? Please vote and comment down on things I can improve, it's my first time writing on Wattpad. BTW I had to update it because I wrote it down in first-person point of view not third, on accident.
Anyways, bye! Aadi, Out!