While going out from dyut sabha, I was guilt ridden, ashamed, beyond hurt from my inside. I was not angry with anyone but myself. I knew that whatever happened today was only my fault. It was me, who staked my kingdom, my people, my brothers and my...
Almost 3 years had passed since I left our hermitage at Kamyaka. By then, I had completed my dance training under the guidance of Chitrasen Gandharva and was waiting for that fortunate moment when the king of all Gods Devraj Indra, my father, would ask for my services.
It was a lovely evening. Standing at the windowpane of my palace, I was witnessing the evening scenic beauty of Amravati. That evening was very special for me, as many years ago on a similar evening like this, we five brothers got married to our dear wife Panchali. The memories of that day are still fresh in my mind.
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Her fire like complexion, big eyes like lotus, drooping eyelids out of blush, faint innocent smile on her lips, everything added charm to her beauty. She had come to our life as Goddess of Fortune. With her arrival, we got back our status as the princes of Hastinapur. With her mere presence, jyeshth was able to successfully complete the Rajsurya Yagya; thus becoming emperor of the entire Bharatvarsh. She had given us our family, our lovely kids, and many sweet memories to cherish all our life. And what we gave her in return; humiliation and harassment which she would never forget atleast in this lifetime.
I was so lost in her thoughts that I did not even realize when the red evening sky turned into starry night sky. Suddenly I heard the door keeper announcing the arrival of Devi Urvashi. I was surprised to think that Devi Urvashi, the most beautiful and respected nymph of this universe had come to my palace.
As soon as she entered the threshold of the palace, the entire place got filled in a divine brightness. Even from a distance, I could hear the tinkering of her anklets. After some moments, the owner of those tinkering anklets was standing infront of me.
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She was dressed in the finest silk garments with golden embroidery. Her neck, ears, wrists, and arms were adored with jewelleries made of precious metals and stones. Her curly black locks were left open and were decorated with a precious ornamental headpiece. Her pisces shaped eyes and beautiful smile dancing across her lips gave her a divine appearance.
