We are going to see this story from the perspective of Kashi Princess Amba who longed to marry King Shantanu and Ganga Putra Bhism but was brutally rejected by him for several times. What will happen if a 21st century girl, student of Psychology, su...
Shatadru and Shivanya were cheering on union. The destructive war had been stopped now. They had ample amount of reason to rejoice.
All men and women were singing and dancing together. All looked pleased surprisingly. Except only one. Amba. She was frowning deep. Her heart was breaking up. Her insult was still not avenged. A bit.
But two other person's were also not satisfied a bit. Bhagwan Parashuram and Bhism were staring at each other. Both of them were thinking how to break the silence. After that incident they failed to realize how to further communicate freely with each other.
"Bhagwan" Bhism meekly called for his teacher.
"Yes." Gurudev Parashuram looked dubious too.
"Am I free to go now?!!" He asked his teacher again. Politely yet firmly.
"Yes. You are free." His teacher and mentor Bhagwan Parashuram replied him.
"For now, Mahamahim Bhism. But don't rejoice. I am still alive."
An angry outburst rang on his ears. He with a jolt looked back at the girl stood proudly at his back.
"Rajkumari Amba. Even Lord Shiva had forgiven me. Now can you please forgive me?!!" Bhism calmly replied her.
"Why should I?!! I am not a goddess. Do you think that being merciful to you will bring my honor back?!! You have dragged me to the chariot and touched my wrists. Do you forgot the touch?!!!" She stretched her own both wrists to him.
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He looked at her pretty wrists now swallon and rough. Several emotions rushed into his mind. A crimson red blush formed in his face. He recalled the day when she fell in his arms and he unwantedly touched her wrists.
"Can you wipe your touch from my hands?!! Come on. Wipe it. Now. Show me!!" She stretched her palms more.
He lifted his eyes to her direction with pained eyes. His heart was aching for her tremendously. This girl!! Did not she want to end to torture him a bit?!!When even the Supreme God of all, Lord Shiva, had forgiven him; why could not she forgive him?!!
"What do you want, Devi?!!" He asked her once more.
"You are told to to marry me or defeat your teacher. You accepted it. But the battle had ended without producing any result Hence you are free to go. And not to marry me. I know that. God had saved you today. But not everyday he can save you from me." She smugly smirked and in the next second screamed aloud by widely opening her red infuriated eyes to his direction -
"Aj ap Jawan ho. Apse Sari Aryabart darte hain. Par ak din aisa bhi ayega, Mahamahim Bhism, jab ap burhe ho jaygo. Kandhe jhuk jayenge bojh ke bhar main. Aj jis pariwar ke liye ap mujhe thukra rahe ho, Bhism, ak din wohi pariwar apko thukrayega. Ap jiwan se thak jayoge. Ap jiwan se har jaoge. Mukti chahoge. Wos din main ayungi. Aj se 35 barsh bad main phir wapas ayungi. Tumhari Mrityu ban ke."
(Now you are young. People are now scared of you. But one day you will get old too. You are rejecting me today for your family that day your family will disown you. You will be broken. You will be shaken. You wanted to die. You wanted to be free from your life. Then I will come to you. 25 years back. I will bring your destrucrion with me. I will be your death all by myself.)
By telling this she tossed her hair aside in deep rage. Her flowing hair along with his flowing end of torn up red Saree made her look fierce.
"Wait for me then. I will come back once again. In the next life. We will meet again." She yelled aloud.
"Devi, for your satisfaction, I promise you to left my bow in your favor in your that birth. I swear." Bhism told her with pained eyes. His heart ached tremendously for her. He was greatly blaming himself for her agony. He wanted to end it.
"Main Bhikhari nahi hoon. Mujhe ap ki dan nahi chahiye." (I am not a beggar. I don't need your help.)
In deep rage she tossed her end of the red Saree and it twisted around her left outstretched arm perfectly. Twice. Her cohl-smazed eyes were burning in tears and hatred. Her face was red in anger and frustration. She felt very sentimental yet humiliated to face him at this very moment.
"I promise to kill you. And I will never get a day's relief before I end your life in my own hand. I swear to you. I am cursing you to suffer in the same pain and agony like me. Never get sleep at night like me. Never get a single day of happiness like me. Till I end you with both of my hands." She screamed in anger.
His heart was bleeding profusely. He felt her suffering. He felt her agony. He felt her frustration. He felt every single emotions of hers.
He smiled lifelessly. "If craving for my death makes you so happy then be it, Devi. I am prepared to die in your hands."
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"Then be prepared as I am preparing for it too." By saying this she angrily stomped her feet and vanished into thin air behind. God knew where?!! ....
"Swami (husband), what will happen to her?!!" Mata Parvati asked her own husband.
"She will go and meditate rigorously for 7 months. Then after getting boon from me, she will commit suicide." Lord Shiva told her.
"What?!!!" She gasped in shock.
"Yes. Unfortunately her time in this birth is limited now." Lord Shiva pressed his lips together and smiled. This time sadly. He was also feeling sad for her. ....
Amba went back to her grandfather's Ashram and with his help she learned how to worship and please Lord Shiva as she knew it was very important for her.
"Now take the water and put it slowly over the Shiv Ling (statue of Lord Shiva)." Her grandfather was showing her the processings.
She was a fast learner. She was now learning everything by heart. She knew how significant the role of Lord Shiva in her upcoming life. To avenge her insult from Bhism she had now to please his favorite deity. She just had to. Unless her avenge would not be fruitful. Lord Shiva helped him that day. From him she would take a boon to destroy Bhism.
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Sorry guys, I don't know the exact procedure of worshipping Lord Shiva. he was the most easily pleased God. Just a Bel Pata or leaves of Bel tree and Gangajal or water of Ganges was enough to please him. Hope you don't mind me asking question regarding the process. Enjoy.
