TRUTH

YATRA

- The audacity ! The nerve !

Suyodhan's thoughts spiral into the darkest corners of his mind as he stomps around the room muttering angrily to himself.

- How dare he ! How dare anyone; stop him from doing what he wills in his Mitra 's Kingdom! He would have been the ruler of Anga if he has not given away his rights for his dearest sakha.

His rage continues to escalate as he remembers the conversation again and again.

( Flashback)

- Sire ! I apologize for the intrusion but you can not hunt here. These have been declared as the sacred forests. Mrigaya is prohibited here.

Says a meek looking man humbly while continuing to rub his hands marking his unease.

- What ! Do you even know who you are talking to ? I am Angraj 's best friend. There is no place in his kingdom to where I can not roam free.

Suyo exclaims astounded.

- I understand , Yuvraj.

Says the messenger again bravely fighting his unease in front of the most feared man among Hastinapur. And why would not he? Yuvraj is certainly not the most dangerous person in Anga.

-But the decision taken by the court a week ago strictly prevents any kind of Mrigaya allover Anga. Even for the Royalties themselves.

- How is that possible ! Mitra has not come back to Anga for nearly six month's.

-This a decision taken unanimously by the acting regent ,prime minister and other ministers themselves . And they have the power to implement a law for the sake of Anga whenever they wishes!

- You know what! I have enough of this nonsense. Send for the prime minister, NOW. You will face my wrath if there is a delay. I demand to see what kind of a minister advises a law that deny a royal their basic right.

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Both his footfalls and mind comes to a screeching halt when a gentle and melodious voice rings into his ears. His eyes meet with the stranger's and found themselves mesmerized .

When he has demanded to see the person offending his sensibilities, he did not know what he has expected. He probably has pictured someone like his Grand-sire; strong ,stout with a wizened , judging face and my word is final type of vibe. Or may be he pictured some one like their own prime minister. His kakashree, with the dark cloud hanging over his face that always signals Suyodhan is a bad omen . He is to be curbed from things that could lead him ashtray .

He does not know what to make of the figure in front of him. A woman of unassuming stature , heavy with child, dressed in the simplest attire and minimal jewellery waddled up to him.

What did the ministers expect her to do ? Placate the monster ?

He has been lost in his mind a bit when a sweet demure voice broke him out of his reverie

- Greetings , little prince. I heard you have wished to meet me.

- Wait !! What did this woman just call me ?!

Duryodhan thought aghast . His anger must have been apparent in his face as the lady said

- Apologies if my address has offended you. It is just that for the residents of Hastinapur you have always been that since the moment Emperor Dhritarashtra has announced of your birth .