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

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Mayuri stirred from her slumber, her mind still hazy with sleep, as Bheem's gentle voice reached her ears. "Mayu, we need to leave," he whispered, a hint of concern in his tone.

Mayuri blinked, her eyes struggling to focus, before a wave of realization washed over her. "Oh right, Arya. Thank you for reminding me," she murmured, her voice thick with drowsiness.

Bheem chuckled softly at her sleepy state, his heart swelling with affection for his wife. He decided to give her a few more moments to fully wake before leaving the chamber.

As he walked through the dimly lit hallways, heading towards the royal bathroom, Bheem couldn't shake off the weight of their impending departure. The thought of leaving their home kingdom, the place where they had grown up and spent their entire lives, sent a pang of sadness through his heart. Yet, amidst the sorrow, a glimmer of hope flickered within him. He had unwavering faith in his brothers and their wives, a belief in their strength and resilience that would carry them through this new chapter of their lives.

The journey to Khandavaprastha, their new home, lay ahead, filled with uncertainty and challenges. But Bheem was determined to face them head-on, his spirit unbroken by the injustice and unfairness that had plagued their lives.

He thought back to Duryodhan's relentless hatred, the way his jealousy had twisted his brother into a man consumed by bitterness. Bheem had never harbored hatred for Duryodhan, nor his other brothers, but the truth could not be denied. The wrongs that had been committed were unforgivable, leaving a trail of pain and sorrow in their wake. The harsh reality of their situation pressed in on him, demanding his strength and resolve. He would not let their past define their future. Instead, he would embrace the challenges ahead, forging a new path for himself, his brothers, Mayuri, Panchali, a path built on justice, compassion, and unwavering unity.

Bheem stepped into the royal bathroom, the warm water enveloping his body, easing the tension that had been building within him. He allowed himself to relax, the steam swirling around him, as he prepared for the challenging days that lay ahead.

After a refreshing bath, he emerged, clad in a simple white dhoti and angavastra, his sacred thread resting against his muscular chest. His brothers, similarly dressed, were waiting for him.

"Bhratashree, where is Bhabhishree?" Bheem inquired, addressing Yudhisthir.

"She is ready and has gone to fetch Mata," Yudhisthir replied. Turning to Bheem, he asked, "Where is Mayuri, Bheem?"

Bheem smiled warmly. "She is still asleep, I believe. I tried waking her up, but she wouldn't budge. She needs extra rest, and her wound is still healing." The brothers chuckled, picturing Mayuri's adorable drowsiness.

"Should I go wake her up?" Sahadev asked.

They nodded in agreement. "Of course, Sahadev. Make sure she doesn't throw a tantrum for that," Arjun teased jokingly, causing them all to laugh. Nakul, couldn't resist adding a teasing remark. "Oh, Sahadev, you're in for a handful. Mayuri can be quite the firecracker when she wants to be."

Despite the lighthearted banter, a sense of anticipation hung in the air. Today marked a significant turning point in their lives, a day that would forever be etched in their memories as the beginning of a new chapter, filled with both challenges and opportunities. 

Sahadev's heart fluttered as he approached Mayuri's chamber, her tranquil slumber echoing through the quiet room. He paused at the doorway, captivated by her beauty as she lay asleep, her ruby red lips slightly parted and her long brown hair cascading like a waterfall around her pillow.

He gently entered the room, his eyes tracing the delicate contours of her face, the soft rise and fall of her chest as she breathed in rhythm with her dreams. Her beauty was ethereal, even in her slumber, radiating an otherworldly charm that left him breathless.