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Chapters are short so a good read for short time
Characters who survived the war with their emotions, relations, guilt and sorrow are tried to shown
Disclaimer: Just a fanfiction, No motive of hurting any religious senti...
The wind whispered through the vast expanse of Kurukshetra, where death had left its indelible mark. The once-bustling battlefield was now a somber landscape, bearing witness to the devastating aftermath of the great war. Vrishketu, the last living son of the valiant warrior Karna, stood amidst the ruins of his clan's glory.
The sky hung heavy with the weight of sorrow, as Vrishketu prepared to fulfill his solemn duty. He held a small urn in his hands, its surface warm to the touch. This urn contained the ashes of his brothers, father, and mother – Vrushali and Uruvi, who had chosen to perform Sati, joining Karna in death. It also held the remnants of his grandparents, who had passed away in grief over the loss of their beloved son, Karna.
Vrishketu's heart was heavy with grief, but his determination remained unshaken. He had grown up hearing tales of his father's valor, of his unwavering loyalty to Duryodhana, and of his final sacrifice on the battlefield of Kurukshetra. Now, it was his turn to pay homage to the memory of his family.
As the sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a warm, golden hue over the desolate landscape, Vrishketu began the ritual. He gently spread the ashes of his loved ones into the wind, watching as they scattered, becoming one with the earth. Tears welled up in his eyes, but he knew that this was the destiny that had befallen his family.
In the distance, a lone eagle soared high, its wings outstretched as if carrying the spirits of the departed towards the heavens. Vrishketu couldn't help but feel a sense of closure, as if his family's souls had finally found peace.
As the last of the ashes drifted away on the breeze, Vrishketu bowed his head in reverence. The chapter of his family's legacy had come to an end, but a new one was waiting to be written. The future of the Kuru clan lay uncertain, and it was up to Vrishketu to decide its course.
With the ashes spread, Vrishketu turned away from the battlefield, his heart heavy yet resolute. The path ahead was unclear, but he would carry the memories of his family with him, forever bound to the legacy of the great warrior, Karna.
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Vrishketu (Image source is from Quora) [End of Chapter 1]
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