Laxman watched silently as Kakashree Vasu's pyre burned on. Anger burned through him. He loved Kakashree like his own father. Now, Niyati decided to kill him. Why?! He was his family!
Laxman remembered Kakashree's words. "Laxman, I'm not Adhirath and Radha's son, but Suyadev and Rajmata Kunti's." Those words kept ringing in his head. His last words to him were "I love you," And that was true.
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He knows Pitashree will die tomorrow. Either fairly or unfairly. He felt someone run past him. This broke him out of his thoughts. He turned around to see who. No! Not her! It was Mata Vrushali.
The only other Mata he had after his Mata Bhanumati died on the sixth day of the Kurukshetra War, because of sickness. She didn't waste a second before she jumped into the pyre. "No! Mata!" Laxman screamed.
"Mata!" It was Vrishu. No, not him. He was too young to be orphaned. Lax glanced at his Mitra Vrishasena. He thought he would have yelled out his Mata's name. But he merely said "Mata! Stop!" but it was too late.
Everyone at the cremation was horrified by the sight of Angarani Vrushali joining her husband the late Angaraj Karna by jumping in his pyre. Her last words were only one word, with four syllables, "Aarya," she loved him so much she jumped in the pyre for him.
Vrishaketu broke down into a sobbing mess. Laxman knelt beside him and pulled him into an embrace. The nine-year-old boy was the strongest and most powerful child he knew. Even stronger than Lax and Mitra Vrish.
They stayed in the back for the rest of the cremation. Laxman caught a glimpse of Rajmata Kunti. She! At her eldest son's funeral! She didn't deserve to be here! She left a blessing in the Ganges River as if Kakashree was a curse! No, Kakashree was Radheya, not Kaunteya.
He saw the Pandavas shedding tears for the brother they insulted and taunted. Not even recognizing the divinity of Suryadev in Kakashree. Kakashree doesn't have any Raabta with that woman and her five sons. He glared at her. They then left to pack their bags. They were leaving.
That's final! Though the universe loves to prove Laxman wrong, it won't this time.
Don't worry Panduputro, we will wage war. You will get the karma you always deserved!
