The illusionist [Mahabharat] [Slow Updates] [Under Editing]

6.

"Marry me." The bombshell dropped, leaving the Pandavas rooted to the spot. A blush crept up their necks, spreading like wildfire. Confused glances darted between them, a silent question hanging in the air.

Mayuri, unable to contain herself any longer, burst into laughter.  A playful glint danced in her eyes as she stepped closer.  "What's the matter, Rajkumars? You asked for a wish, and I merely expressed mine. A promise for the future, when we're all grown."

Arjun, his voice a stammer, attempted a response. "B-but M-Mayuri, m-marriage... that's only between two people."

Mayuri's laughter echoed once more, a cascade of infectious joy.  However, a hint of red now stained her own cheeks.  Wiping away a stray tear brought on by her mirth, she shook her head.

"Oh, Rajkumars," she said, her voice laced with amusement.  "Didn't you realize I was jesting? Surely you don't believe such a thing is possible?"

The weight of their misunderstanding settled on them like a heavy cloak.  Embarrassment painted their faces a deeper crimson than before.  Bhima, ever the pragmatist, cleared his throat.

"Bhratas," he mumbled, hoping to break the awkward tension. "It's late. Perhaps we should retire for the night?"

Yudhishthira, lost in his own thoughts, simply nodded in agreement.  Their hasty retreat was marred by a series of clumsy stumbles, each one sending fresh waves of laughter bubbling out of Mayuri.  They were adorable in their flustered state, she thought, a secret smile playing on her lips.

Wishing her a good night with lingering gazes that spoke volumes, the Pandavas hurriedly exited, leaving Mayuri alone with the memory of their comical misunderstanding.

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The next morning mayuri woke up with a sad face. This was the last time she will be seeing the pandavas, maybe it will take a decade to see them again.

She got ready and left the chamber. As she was walking she was stopped when the 100 kauravas stood infront of her. Duryodhan and dusshasan leading them. She looked at them confused.

"Suno gwali, tumhari itni dusahas ki tum mere bhai ka apmaan karo!" Duryodhan yelled as mayuri flinched for a second because of his voice.

(Listen cowherdess, how dare you to insult my brother!)

"Honestly, Rajkumar," Mayuri admitted, a touch of frustration lacing her voice, "I can't even recall the supposed insult. My mind has been elsewhere."  Nowhere else, in truth, but on the five Pandavas.

Duryodhana's anger flared. "Don't even think of lying, sister! This... this cowherd girl dared humiliate me in front of those forest-dwelling Pandavas!"

Mayuri bristled at the derogatory term. "Cowherd?" she echoed, her voice sharp. "I take pride in my heritage, Rajkumar.  The Yadavas are known for their valor and respect.  And let me remind you," she continued, her gaze unwavering, "if it weren't for those 'expensive jewels' adorning your person, you'd be indistinguishable from a commoner."

A dangerous glint flickered in Duryodhana's eyes.  His hand twitched towards his weapon, but before he could react, the ground trembled beneath their feet.

"Duryodhana!"  A mighty roar filled the chamber as Bhima stomped his foot, sending shockwaves through the room.  The Pandavas materialized beside Mayuri, their faces grim, their eyes burning with righteous anger.

"How dare you threaten Yadav Kumari!" Yudhishthira thundered, his normally calm demeanor shattered.  He clenched his fists, his voice a low growl.  "Not only will Pitamah be informed of this transgression, but the entire Yadav clan will rain fury upon you if they learn of it."