Aakarshika was the dying embers of a fading fire, dissolving into oblivion until her hand is promised to the sovereign of Dwarka. Righteous fury shrouds her soul, wine hued ire cloaking her virtuous mind.
The trials of her life have weighed her down...
Blasphemy Noun | Meaning: Writing or speaking about God in a way that shows disrespect.
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A dominant tone reverberated around the ivory hued columns and walls of the Maya Sabha, the gazes of the royals rooted in their gem embedded thrones flitting to where a youthful Rajakumara stood. His eyes seemed to thrust sharp daggers at Shishupala, his left palm grasping the hilt of his sword in an engraved scabbard.
The highly irked overlord of Trigarta whisked to that of Pandya's, all the while curling his moustache in a ludicrous custom, "Who's this daft? A well entertaining debate wasn't to be hindered at this moment. After all, Shishupala is a guffawing package before the potentate of Dvaravati."
"You being the one who she calls father does not bestow the right for nameless allegations, Pitashree." The courtiers inhaled sharply, writhing in their seats as the divine crowning of Dharmaraja Yudhishthira and Yagyasaini Draupadi morphed into a forum of settling blood kins' quagmires.
"Dhrishtaketu!" An ominous emphasis rang in the words of Shishupala as he dared his son to defy him. "You would do well to mind the words that seem to evade you-" Shishupala halted, letting the unspoken words float in the mind of his son.
"But what else is to be foreseen by my progeny who has the blood of this heinous cowherd surging through his veins?" Shishupala taunted the monarch of Dvaraka, who remained detached at his claims.
"Chedi Maharaja!" Aakarshika shouted, fury swirling around her in an inferno. "Mind your tongue before you are chastised for your sins!"
Yet, Shishupala did not heed her forewarning and articulated the final words to be ever spoken by him.
"Though I suppose I must be blithesome of the certainty that my heir does not serenade with girls of his age and profess them as comrades." The cousin of Krishna laughed in mockery.
"The son of Vasudeva claims that the fire-born Queen is merely a true compatriot, but who is aware of the truth? Perhaps the sister of Dhrishtadyumna is not with content in the chambers of the Pandavas and instead, finds her eudemonia with--"
Blood trickled across the cheek of Aakarshika who's irises were veiled with the delicate eyelids sitting over them, her father silenced for eternity by the swirling Sudarshana discus whose glow lit the illusionary court of Indraprastha in hues of titian and carmine.
Damaghosha's son crumpled to the ground, his head laying near the feet of Draupadi, seemingly asking for mercy in death. Shishupala's body was in the proximity of his eldest daughter, his hand brushing the end of the lehenga she was beautified with, pleading for vindication for every transgression as he lay as a corpse. He had referred to her as a woman who wouldn't hesitate to go with any man, she was a child of his own and yet...
Aakarshika's eyes fluttered open and meeting her father's emancipated carcass, a blood curdling scream left her lips as she stumbled into the arms of her brother who gazed at the stiff cadaver with no feeling - though a pained look crossed his dark eyes that held onto the one who had held him since childhood. The eldest daughter of Shishupala met her deceased father's eyes, for once wishing they held the same feelings for her as they did for her half-siblings but was wronged again.
