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...
"I like this life now. I can avenge my insult from Bhism now." He was now thinking deep in mind. But in this new chapter we would like to discuss the mentality of others and all of their respective reactions. We would like to see three important characters and their inner struggles to know the transformation of Shikhandi. One of them was Bhism. The second one was Lord Krishna and the last one was none but his biological father Drupad. ...
Bhism's View Point :
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At Hastinapur the night breeze was soothing. Birds were resting at nest. The Sun had set down on the horizon but the atmosphere was gentle. The days were sunny and hot as usual but at night the weather was always cool and refreshing.
All mortal beings were now sleeping peacefully except one. Bhism. The main male protagonist of our story. Yes, he was still leaving. He was still now chained with his promise to his dead father Shantanu to leave his beloved throne in the hands of able and worthy hands. The Crown Prince of Hastinapur, Duryodhan, seemed unworthy in his old and experienced eyes. He wanted Yudhhisthir there but the King Dhritashtra was not in favor of listening his wise advice. The war between Kaurava and Pandava seemed mandatory for taking over the throne.
Bhism was sighing hard. He was still alive. Still chained by his duties. Still cursed and blamed by his own family. Amba's curse had became true. His own family disowned him. They did not like to pay any attention to him a bit. Neither Duryodhan nor even calm and composed Yuddhisthir. He did not want a war. He could not take a side. He loved all tenderly. How could he choose one side and left another?!!
"Jis Parivar ke liye ap mujhe tukra rahe ho, ak din wo parivar apko tukrayega. Ap jina chahoge, ji nahi paonge. Ap marna chaonge, mar nahi paonge. Ap hasne chahoge, has nahi paonge. Ap thak jaonge. Ap tab dab jaonge parivar, is sinhaghasan, ke bogh tale. Jiban se Mukti chahonge. Us din main ayungi. Tumhari MRITYU ban ke."
[You are rejecting me for your family, one day Your Own family will reject you. You will want to live but can't. You will want to die but can't. You will want to smile but can't. You will be alone. You will be gloomy. You will be tired. By the burden of your family politics. By the burden of your throne. You want to be free from your life. That day I will come back. As your DEATH.]
Her angry outburst was still ringing in his eardrum. Her beautiful proud face with cohl-smazed red burning eyes, small pearl like sweat-drops on her forehead and her distorted look along with her flying hair and end of Saree was still afresh in his mind. She was looking like a Goddess that day. He started to worship her in mind. He had to hate her. But he could not. He understood her agony. Why should not he be?!! He was in love with her. He did not fell in love with another girl. He did not dare to. No girl had Fire like her. He always like firy women following his mother Ganga's instance.
He was roaming absentmindedly in the rivershore of Ganges and was still deep in his thought. She promised to come back again. Why did not she come back till now?!!!
