Niyati pov
“Radha di, you must have a husband right? Can you give me any advice for my new marital life?” The princess asked me.
I looked her straight in the eyes and lied.
“I have no husband.”
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Niyati pov
“So putri, how did you get here?” Mata asks Pallavi.
Pallavi hesitated before answering.
“My brother and I went out hunting one day and got lost in this forest. Ever since then, I've been staying here.”“What happened to your brother Pallavi?” Bhrata Yudhishthir asks her.
“I-,” Pallavi started before looking at Bheem and then gazing away from him.
Arjun and I shared a look before hiding our smiles.
“I prefer not to answer that question.” Pallavi whispers before running away from us.
As soon as she ran away, Bheem got up from his place and followed her.
This time, it was impossible for Arjun and I to stop laughing. Sahadev, Nak and Bhrata Yudhisthir stared at us in confusion while Mata Kunti just smiled, knowing what Arjun and I were thinking.
“What just happened?” Nakul asks innocently.
“Nothing for your mind of a nut.” I reply, smirking before following the not so subtle love birds.
When I catch up to Bheem and Pallavi, I see them talking, very intensely.
I purse my lips, before heading back thinking I'll give them some space, unlike Bheem and my brothers.
“They're talking right now, I'll go later.” I said before taking my place near Mata.
And just by that statement, Bhrata, Sahadev and Nakul understand what's been going on.
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“She's sad, she's not sharing anything with me, Niyati. Could please do me a favour and help her open up about her brother?” Bheem asks me, sheepishly. Actually, he pleaded.I roll my eyes before smirking.
“Why not, I'll do it,” I say, before whispering in his ears, “lover boy.”
He did something, which so much sounded like a gasp, but hearing a gasp from him, wasn't a gasp.
I run away from him, which is difficult to do in my still dirty yellow lehenga.
I go towards Pallavi but notice she isn't Pallavi. And then she turned, and she's back to normal.
I gasped and my eyes widened from what I saw.
She was a demoness.
‘Yes priye.’
I start to run back but I hear her call my name.
“Niyati please! Wait, let me explain!”
“What's there to explain?! Who are you?” I ask in disbelief, “Actually, my question should be, what are you?”
‘Hear her out priye,’ I hear Yash's voice in my ear, or is it my heart?
And then, I heard a chuckle.
“Niyati Didi?” Arjun's voice snap me out of my thoughts of Yash.
“Arjun, bring everyone here.” I ordered, deciding to hear Pallavi out.
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The Different Mahabharata
Historical FictionMahabharata. The epic war. Known by everyone but no one really knows what had happened. They're all just mere assumptions. This is the story of true love, humiliations, betrayal, warriors and divinities. This is the story of the Pandava's Sister and...