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"Jai hind, madam!" Karishma heard her junior say. She nodded acknowledging her junior's respect.
"Madam! Kisika call aaya hai! Keh rahe hai ki unki bacchi aag mei phas gayi hai!" Her junior informed panicking. {Madam! Someone called, they say that their daughter is stuck in fire!}
Karishma rushed towards her bike, asking for the address.
Without caring about the traffic she drove towards the address. Once she reached there, she jumped inside the room caught in fire to save the child. She somehow managed to save the child but was caught on the fire herself. Closing her eyes, she remembered her Mahadev and Mahakali. Leaving everything on them she started to walk out through the fire.
Dwapar yug~ Kampilya~
Drupad was angrily asking for a daughter to the gods, wishing for her worst fate. Little did he know because of his heart full of arrogance and revenge the fate he was asking for them , would hurt him the most.
Smirking, he started walking away thinking the gods would never create such a girl.
Suddenly the sky started howling with the loudest thunderstorms. The fire from the yaga started growing larger, two lady like figures appeared and stepped out of the yagya kund.One in all red and other in all white. Their face were same but one had a smile while other was frowning. Ones skin was of dark complexion while the others was pale.
One was Draupadi and the other was Devina.Draupadi walked down the stairs with all her glory, the smile still intact. She joined her hands and acknowledged all the elders.
Devina on the other hand was confused as to why she wasn't dead already? What was going on there? WHAT THE ACTUAL MAHAKAAL WAS HAPPENING THERE? She saw another lady walk out of the Fire with her, but as far as she could remember there was no one other than her in the room. All of this made her mad.
"Do putriya?! Mera ek hi putra paryapt hai mujhe kisi putri ki koi aavashyakta nahi hai aur devtao ne hat karke mujhe do putriya dedi?!" Draupad screamed annoyed. {Two daughters?! I don't want them! They are useless, the gods forcefully handed them to me!}
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The Fire Borns [Mahabharat]
Historical FictionHe sat in the front. she sat in the back. He laughed, She frowned He talked, She remained quiet He noticed her She ignored him, because in the end he had hurt her with his too bright smile, too loud voice, too perfect face, too amazing laugh...