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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...
Amidst the grandeur of the Hastinapur palace, Dusshala, the only surviving child of King Dhritarashtra and Queen Gandhari, made her way through the ornate corridors. Her heart was heavy with grief, not only for the loss of her hundred brothers but also for the knowledge that her parents, who were now blind and alone, needed her more than ever.
Dusshala's footsteps echoed softly as she approached the chambers where her parents resided. The weight of responsibility lay heavily on her shoulders as she contemplated her future as the matriarch of the Kaurava clan. Her son, Suratha, was destined to be the king of Sindhu someday, and it was her duty to ensure his upbringing and future.
As she entered the room, her parents, Dhritarashtra and Gandhari, sat in quiet darkness. The loss of their sons had left an indelible mark on their lives, and they relied on Dusshala to be their guiding light in their twilight years.
Tears welled up in Dusshala's eyes as she knelt before her parents. "Mother, Father, I am here for you, as I have always been. We have suffered so much, but we will face the future together."
Gandhari, her blind eyes filled with tears, reached out to touch her daughter's face. "Dusshala, my dear, you are our only solace in this world. Your brothers may have been flawed, but they were our sons, and we loved them."
Amidst the sorrow and the weight of the past, a glimmer of hope flickered in the room. Dusshala knew that her parents' love for her was unwavering, and she was determined to fulfill her duty to them.
As she took on the mantle of the Kaurava legacy, Dusshala also carried the weight of her brothers' actions. She had seen the pain and suffering brought about by the Pandava-Kaurava rivalry. It was in this moment of reflection that she decided to seek out Draupadi, the common wife of the Pandavas.
Dusshala knew that her brother, Dushasana, had been responsible for the horrific disrobing incident during the Infamous dice game, and her husband, Jayadrath, had attempted to molest Draupadi during their exile period. The guilt weighed on her heart, and she felt a deep need to apologize for their actions.
With a heavy heart, Dusshala made her way to Draupadi's chambers. As she stood before her, tears welled up in her eyes. "Draupadi, I can never erase the pain and humiliation my brother and husband caused you. They were wrong, and I am deeply sorry for their actions."
Draupadi, whose own life had been marked by tragedy and loss, looked at Dusshala with compassion. "Dusshala, I too have lost my brothers and sons in this war. We have both suffered in our own ways. Your apology means a lot to me, and I accept it with an open heart." In that moment, amidst the grandeur and the pain, two women who had borne the consequences of their family's actions found solace in forgiveness. The bonds of forgiveness and understanding began to heal the wounds of the past, offering a glimmer of hope in a world scarred by war.
[End of Chapter 3]
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Dusshala the wife of Jayadrath Mother of Suratha Sole survivor of Kauravas lineage (Clarification Yuyutsu is not present here😅😅😅)
