The Different Mahabharata

A Strand Of Orchid

Yash pov

She has changed.
I can see it in her eyes.
I can feel it in her tone.
She's not the same, and she's never coming back.
I knew that.
It's because I did it.
I changed her.
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Niyati pov

Today is Bhrata Yudhishthir's coronation day.

Today, he will be crowned as the prince and the heir to the throne.

I wear a peacock blue lehenga and then a dasi helps me with the oxidised earrings, rings matha tikka, necklace, bangles and kamarpatta.

I applied some Kohl and put on a bindi, as told by the dasi because I'd rather not have someone touch my face, specially my eyes.

When the dasi left, I look up to see myself only to find Vasudev Krishna right behind me.

I turned quickly but I was alone.
I swallowed.

I think way too much about him nowadays.
And it's been only a week since we came back from Dwarka.

Everyday when I wake up, I find a morpankh in my room, each time in a different place.

Sometimes I find it tucked in my hair, sometimes resting on my sword.

And since I found out that today coronation will be held, I had been looking forward to it because Yash will be here.

I shake my head and stride out my room.

"Didi, the dwarkadhish and his family are here, come on, let's go greet them." Nakul cheers, while jumping in his manly outfit.

I open my mouth to make fun of him like I always do, but instead, a smile creeps on my face hearing dwarkadhish.

I run through the corridors and reach the gateway of Hastinapur.
I see him.
I see Yash in his usual yellow angvastra, mor pankh mukut and jewellery.

He looked just like I saw him when I looked into the mirror.
I squint my eyes.

He must have done some trick to make me see him, he is, afterall, nathkhat.

He winks at me when he sees me narrowing my eyes at him.
My mouth opens, shocked, and then quickly, look away from him.

To Yash's right, I see Balram Dau and to his left I see Subhadra.

They smile at me, and I reciprocate.

As much as I missed Yash, I missed Dau and Bhadra too.

"Greetings, Maharaj Dhritrashtra." Vasudev mama says with a huge smile on his face.

Maharaj Dhritrashtra gives him the fakest smile I have ever seen in my life.
I bite my lip so that i dont laugh out loud.

The bitter look on Dhritrashtra Tadshree's face is so amusing i can laugh all day.
But then my eyes gazed at Yash and I stopped.

He is in trouble.
He is not able to stop his laugh.

"Why don't we," I start, hoping to get attention towards me, "go inside for the ceremony, the ceremony will commence in a few moments."

My brothers look at me with a strange look on their faces.

"But the ceremony doesn't start until evening, Niyati putri." Tadshree says.

"Oh yes, sorry" I laugh awkwardly, "That must have slipped from my mind. But, why don't we go in so the dwarakawasis can rest? It must have been a tiring journey."

At that everyone nodded and took the dwarakawasis in the Hastinapur Palace.

I stopped behind to take a breath and then started to go with them when a hand came on my shoulder.

I grab the hand and push the person into the nearest wall.

"Woah, it's me, Radha ji"
I sigh at the annoying voice and look into his eyes.

His beautiful blue eyes, that defeat the blue colour of nature itself.

"So Manmohan," I continued with his act, "What do you want?" I ask stepping away from him.

He smirks devilishly. A smirk that promises trouble, but also love.

As I step backwards, he takes a step towards me until he captures me, that is, traps me against the wall just like I had, but he didn't touch me.

He didn't need to.

His hands go back and I close my eyes. Soon, I feel a soft material flowing through my face, from my chin to my eyes to my ears.

I open my eyes to look into his eyes only to find a strand of orchid in his hand and his smirk.

He turns me and puts the flower into my hair and then turns me back to look at him.

I raised my eyebrows in question.

"It is our first meeting after we confessed that we like each other. I could just come here without doing anything romantic." he says brushing his fingers on my cheeks.

Wait let me clear, my burning, red cheeks, which were blushing understanding his actions.

"You're crazy."
"For you? Absolutely." he replies.

I shake my head and run away from him.

Hey Narayan, the cheeky things I'm doing with this boy.

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Niyati pov

I've been told that when you repeat a word, it loses its meaning.

I have been repeating your name, day and night, hoping that you would mean less to me.

Hoping I could forget you and move on.

But I've also heard that life's not fair.

Only one thing is true from both of the above statements.

I think you know which is the truth and which is the lie.

I think we all do.

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