The Wrath of Gammon

Chapter 30

The Wrath of Gammon

Disclaimer: This story is my humble attempt to write a fanfiction of the epic Mahabharata. My intention is not to hurt anyone's sentiment.

Aum Namah Shivay!!

Major Jayant Roy, SM is a fictitious character. Any similarity with any living person is merely a coincidence.

Chapter 30

Mathura, Dwapar Yuga

Jayant/ Duryodhana POV

The evening sun was giving a melancholy red light in the sky. I was standing in front of a window, looking at the garden nearby, or, to be fair, looking at a couple in the garden. Arjun and Subhadra were sitting there together. They were talking...no, not talking. Subhadra seemed upset, and Arjun was trying to coax her.

I heaved a sigh. We had reached Mathura yesterday, and after us, came another messenger from Hastinapur, with a proposal of my marriage with Devi Subhadra. My wife, after hearing that news, was walking with a dark scowl in her lips. She even refused to talk to me. We had passed more than twenty hours without talking. My mind went to that day in Hastinapur, when Mamashri first came to me with this proposal of my marriage with Devi Subhadra. Though I didn't show any eagerness about that, but yesterday I had learnt that Mamashri hadn't forgotten about that. Now he even went to Maharaja Dhritarashtra and convinced him about that union. I heaved a deep sigh. One thing which I loathed in both my previous and this life was emotional melodrama. But, it seemed that now I was literally walking inside a Chakra Vyuha made of melodramatic emotions.

The light melodious sound of anklets was enough to break my thoughts. I turned around and saw my better half walked into the room. Her face was still having traces of anger, but there were two pearl like tears shining in her eyes.

"Priya, I...." I tried to say something, but she stopped me with a gesture of her right hand.

"Aryaputra, if you are thinking that I am angry that you are getting married again, then you are wrong. I am a Rajkumari, born and brought up in royal palace. It's common for the kings to have multiple wives...both for quenching their physical as well as political needs. I already learned about this in Hastinapur, but I ignored it as mere gossip of palace maids. But you, I didn't expect you to say nothing to me. I am angry because you kept me in the dark. Aryaputra, do you think that I will be angry with you after hearing this news? No, I won't be angry...though I will be sad, but I will accept it as fate. You, who nourished me with so much love all the time, didn't find me worthy of sharing the news with me!" She was trying very hard to conceal her tears.

I slowly walked towards her, and held her shoulders with my hands. She was looking at the floor, refusing to meet my eyes. I took her chin in my right hand and pulled up her face. The tear drops were still in her eyes. I wiped her eyes with my handkerchief.

"Do you really think that this ceremony is going to take place? Or, let me rephrase my question, do you think that Shri Krishna will let it happen?"

Priya looked at me with shock clearly on his face. Every ounce of sadness was disappeared from her face and her face became an 'O'. She took a few deep breaths, and looked at me.

"What do you mean? What does Vasudev have to do with everything?"

I pointed her to that window, "Take a look outside in the garden. Then I will tell you."

Priya walked to the window and looked out. Her face again regained the shock. She looked at me, then again looked at outside.

"There, Subhadra was with Arjun!"