Uruvi, a golden hearted Princess of Pukeya, tried hard to change her destiny. She did not want to be married to anyone but unwantedly she befriended with two arch enemy Arjuna and Karna. One became her brother while another her husband. She tried to...
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Devi Padmavati or Vrushali
[Originally from the low caste or Shudra. But she was Dev Kanya as the Manas Putri of Brahma Dev. Dear daughter of Duryodhan's charioteer Chitrasen. She was also sister of Banasen, the Charioteer of Prayag King. Maid of the foolish Prayag Princess Ashabari. Mother of two sons of Karna. The first one Vrishasen and the last one was Vrishaketu (but not his biological mother). Loyal advisor of Karna, friendly and cordial best friend of her step brother-in-law Shone, very loyal daughter-in-law and sisterly to her two younger sisters. Greatly respected by Duryodhan and his family. Had to live even after her husband Karna's untimely death to nurture her only living young son, Vrishaketu and daughter of Uruvi, Padmaja.]
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Story Unfolds :
"I am your wife. Your very first one. You can share your pain and agony at least with me."
His wife Padmavati told him. She was looking eagerly at his eyes. She loved him so deeply that just by seeing his eyes she could understand his mental dilemma.
He was living in distress since his last conversation with his father the Sun God. He was in dilemma that he very soon would be forced to marry again against his wish. He could not believe that a bit.
"Priye (dearest), can I ask you a vital question?!!" He looked at her face by lifting his eyes to him.
She stared hard at his face. His eyes looked painful and moisted in tears. It seemed as if he was struggling hard to say something.
"What kind of question?!!!" His first wife Aasked him in shock.
"If I have to get married once again will you be heart broken?!!" He asked her gently in choked voice. He had stammered a bit in nervousness. Even if he generally did neither got nervous nor stammer but this was one of his old habit of childhood. Baishali, his love, taunted every time whenever he had started to stammer.
Padmavati looked at him for some time and then she smiled a little while answering this "I don't mind a bit. As a King of Anga you have some duties and responsibilities on shoulders. You have to perform them. Now I am not a young girl anymore. I know for the security of your state you could get married once more. There was no problem in it."
"Are you okay with it, Priye?!!" He had opened his eyes wide in surprise.
"Yes of course. I know that all of my sisters will be decent in nature. They will love all of my children equally. Like Supriya. The other one will be the same. I respect your choice. You will never choose a bad girl." His wife answered him. Truthfully. She had the enormous trust on her husband.
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He sat in complete silence. He could not believe how much she believed him!!! His eyes got teary instantly. He lowered his head to floor level. He was now feeling better but guilty. He could not want to betray her trust. He did not want to get married more. He felt his heart belonged to her and he could not get it to another girl. He had gave it once to Supriya who did never respect him. He did not want to be hurt once more. Not again. Not more. ...
"Behen (sister), who is it?!!" Uruv, her twin brother, was seeing her painting when she was coloring it with paints.
She was pasting Haldi for the yellow color. Keshar for red. Green leaves for green. Kajal for black. Chandan for white. He was engrossed in seeing the outcome of her painting.
"I don't know him. I just see him every night." His sister Uruvi answered him truthfully.
"To see?!! Doing what?!!" He winked mischievously.
She calmly lifted her eyes. Her eyes were silent but it proved that she was very angry in mind.
"Bhai.." She twisted her nose in regret that she had left him alive till now.
"What will happen if he has more wives?!! Can you share your husband with anyone else?!! Don't you feel so sorry for yourself?!! You deserves to be the empress." Her sibling asked him in genuine surprised tone.
"Nothing. I will take his other wives as my sisters. By the way I don't have any sister. I love to have one." She calmly answered him.
He opened his own mouth agape to say something in vain. His little brain could not tolerate this sudden change in her. She was so possessive till now.
"By the way, I am making a portrait. I am not going to marry him. I am not interested in marriage with anyone." She replied with confidence. Without knowing her destiny that was calling her to him. ....
"Mate (mother), are you really happy with the existence of Choti Matashree (young mother)?!!" Vrishasen asked his mother.
Padmati looked at him with interest. She lifted her right eyebrow slightly. Why he was asking this?!! This boy was getting more and more curious in nature day by day.
"Tell me the truth. Are you not a bit jealous?!!" He asked her once more.
"No. She is my sister. She sacrificed even her marital bliss just for me. I am so lucky to have her as my sister. Why should I be jealous of her instead of being proud of her?!!" Padmavati answered him truthfully.
"But what will happen if another woman get married to Pitashree (my father)?!! She can't be as good as Choti Matashree (young mother)?!! Then? She can snatch Pitah from you!!" He asked her curiously.
"I don't know about the upcoming future. Nor I am worried for it. I trust my husband. That's enough for me." She answered him confidently. Then suddenly she grabbed her son's right earlobe and pulled it hard by telling this "Why you seem so interested in such foolish talks?!!"
"Mate, please. Stop pulling my ear. I heard father and grandfather's talk at the dawn time when he was paying tribute to grandfather, the Sun God. That's why I am worried for you. All women are not gentle and sacrificing like Choti Matashree. She must be so young in her age and she had her own dreams. She can even snatch your own place as the Queen of Anga." He answered her slowly. He had looked genuinely anxious for her.
"Don't you worry for me, Putra. I will be okay. I have no lust for throne or name and fame. My husband is my everything. My inspiration of life. My source of confidence. My reason of being a Queen. My pillar of strength. He had given me everything that I never even dreamt of. I was a Dasi. I had to marry a Das or Suta. But he had liberated me from my bondage. He had given me my dear sons. 9 sons. My children are my reason of living. My sources of inspiration. My life. My everything. And he is the source of my everything." She had answered him in confidently.
