The Power of Love

The Dark Night of Roop's Soul

As the ceremony began, Roop sat on the throne, his heart pounding with fear. The weight of the crown felt like a heavy burden on his head, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding about the whole situation.

Meanwhile, Samrat sat nearby, feeling a sense of twisted satisfaction at the thought of his own son's death. He watched as the ceremony continued, his eyes gleaming with a sick sense of triumph.

But Roop's mother, the Queen, and his sisters were completely unaware of the danger that their beloved son was in. They laughed and cheered, celebrating the occasion with great pomp and ceremony.

Roop tried to keep his composure, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something terrible was about to happen. He stole a glance at his younger brother Megh, who sat beside him, and felt a pang of sadness at the thought of leaving him behind.

As the ritual continued, Roop's fear grew stronger. He couldn't help but feel like his life was slipping away from him, little by little, with each passing moment.

On the contrary...

As Var arrived at his palace, he was greeted with cheers and applause from the people of his town. They hailed him as a hero and chanted his name, praising him for his bravery. Angad stood beside him, and the two of them shared a smile.

Var made his way through the crowd, accepting blessings and love embraces from his three mothers. His birth mother, Queen Kavya, hugged him tightly, tears of pride and joy streaming down her face.

"My son, I am so proud of you. You have made me the happiest mother in the world," she said, her voice choked with emotion.

Var smiled at her and hugged her again. "Thank you, mother. Your blessings have given me the strength to face any challenge."

As he continued through the crowd, Var's father, the king, approached him. The king's eyes shone with pride as he embraced his son.

"My dear son, you have brought great honor to our family and our kingdom. I am proud to call you my son," he said, his voice strong and steady.

Var felt a surge of love and gratitude for his father. "Thank you, father. Your guidance and support have always been my strength."

As the celebrations continued, Var and Angad were hailed as heroes throughout the kingdom. They were honored with feasts, dances, and music, and the people celebrated their victory with great joy and enthusiasm.

Meanwhile, as the coronation of Roop was going on, a saint suddenly interrupted the ceremony. The Saint's sudden interruption surprised everyone. He was an old, bearded man with a staff, and his arrival commanded the attention of the entire room.

"Stop this coronation!" he declared, his voice echoing through the hall. "This young prince is not fit to be king."

King Samrat's eyes narrowed in anger. "Who are you to interrupt this ceremony?" he demanded.

The Saint did not flinch. "I am a servant of the gods," he said calmly. "And it is my duty to speak the truth, even when it is difficult to hear."

The room was silent as the Saint continued. "This young prince has never fought in a battle. He has never held a sword. How can he lead his people if he cannot protect them?"

Roop felt his heart sink. He had always known he was not a fighter like Prince Var, but he had hoped that his kind and compassionate nature would be enough to make him a good prince.

The people in the hall started to whisper and laugh, mocking Roop's lack of masculinity. Roop felt his face flush with embarrassment and shame.

Roop took a deep breath and stood up straight, his head held high. "My dear saints and people of this kingdom," he began, his voice firm and resolute. "It is true that I have not fought in a battle or held a sword. But being a king is not just about fighting wars and shedding blood. It is about leading with compassion and empathy, it is about making the tough decisions that benefit everyone, not just the privileged few."