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...
"Mere Putra!! (My boy!!!)" Uruvi was screaming aloud in extreme pain.
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She was now crying constantly by clutching the dead head of her dear younger son Prasen. She was sitting limply on the bloody and muddy floor of the Kurukshetra battlefield. She did not want to focus on the disparities of the world around herself. Her own world had stopped spinning. Her time had stopped passing by. Her life had been ended with this young boy's premature death on the battlefield.
Her condition was not good a bit. She was grieving and moaning since then. She lost the count of time too. Her eyes were vacant and lifeless. Not a single drop of tear emerged from her eyes. She sat uptight since that day to wait for the perish and decay from her own eyes. She was fasting since the death of Banasen. And none could force her eat an ounce. Not even her sister. Vrushali. Nor her husband Karna. But she managed to run faster without falling down or looking back by getting the unfortunate news of the death of her younger son. Prasen. She loved him tremendously. More than her own own daughter. Padmaja. Her own garva-jata Kanya. She loved these two young boys Sushen and Prasen more than her. .....
Flash back :
Prasen went straight to his own eldest sibling. Vrishasen. To get permission to indulge into the war. But he did not get it. Vrishasen did not want to loose his younger sibling too. He had seen his father's tears. He saw the helpless state of Karna. Vrishasen did not want to see his God crying anymore.
"Main tumhe ye agya nahin de sakta. Pitashree ki ankhon se ek bund ashru mujhse sahan nahin hota. Main toh wonhe rote huye nahin dekh sakta. Nahin apni matawo ko bilap karte huye dekh sakta." (I can't permit you to indulge into the war. Dad's tear is not tolerable to me. I can't see him crying for my siblings. And I can't even see my mother's lamenting on my brother's dead bodies.) Firm reply of Vrishasen. On the behalf of his own parents.
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Vrishasen (1st Son of Karna)
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