HARIHARESHWARI 16 - विशृंखलित राजवंशाः

CHAPTER 19

In the heart of the lush green forests of Shatashringa, the sun's golden rays pierced through the dense canopy, casting a warm glow on the training ground where Pandu was sparring with his five sons, testing their skills and providing insights.

He moved with the agility of a seasoned warrior, his spear glinting in the sunlight as he exchanged blows with Yudhishthir. The air was filled with the clashing of metal against metal, accompanied by the occasional grunt of exertion.

Meanwhile, Bheem, Arjun, Nakul, and Sahadev sat on a fallen tree trunk, their eyes fixed on the intense duel before them. Bheem's muscles tensed with anticipation, Arjun's eyes analyzed every move, Nakul's face showed admiration, and Sahadev observed with a calm demeanor.

Pandu's movements were fluid and precise, his years of experience evident in every strike and parry. Yudhishthir, eager to prove himself to his father, matched him move for move, his determination shining in his eyes. As they circled each other, the sound of clashing spears echoed through the forest.

Suddenly, a swift move from Pandu causes Yudhishthir to stumble backward, his footing faltering for a moment. As he falls to the ground, a mix of frustration and determination flashes in his eyes.

"Utho Yudhishthir ! Tumhare haath mei abhi bhi shashtra hai ! Utho aur punah prayas karo putra !" Pandu's stern voice cuts through the forest.

With unwavering resolve, Yudhishthir pushed himself up, his gaze fixed on his father. Without hesitation, he lunged forward, engaging in a fierce exchange of blows with Pandu, determined to prove his mettle and make his father proud.

As the training session progressed, Yudhishthir's movements began to slow, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Sensing his son's exhaustion, Pandu intensified his attacks, pushing Yudhishthir to his limits. With a swift and calculated move, Pandu disarmed Yudhishthir, causing the boy to stumble a few steps backward in surprise.

Assuming himself to be defeated, Yudhishthir said, "Pitashree ! Ek aur avsar ! Mujhe punah prayas karne de !"

Pandu smiled, "Nahi Yudhishthir. Tum parajit nahi huye ho."

"Satya ?" Yudhishthir asked with wide eyes.

Pandu walked towards him and kept a hand over his eldest son's shoulder, "Jab tak vyakti swayam parajay nahi swikare, woh vastavikta mei parajit nahi hota hai. Tumhe parajay swikari nahi, iss liye tum ek aur avsar maang rahe the." 

Yudhishthir smiled and joined his hands, his chest heaving as he looked up at his father with a mix of admiration and exhaustion. Turning away from the training, Yudhishthir walked over to where his brothers were waiting, their expressions a mix of concern and encouragement.

Pandu then looked at Bheem, "Chalo Vrikodar. Apna Malyudh dikhao."

Bheem nodded and stood up, going towards his father. The air was filled with the sounds of rustling leaves and chirping birds as the mighty son engaged in a fierce wrestling match with his father. Pandu's wise eyes gleamed with pride as he deftly countered Bheem's powerful moves, teaching him the art of strategy and patience.

"Pehle dekho, shatru kaunsa daav ka prayog karega." Pandu told.

Bheem's muscles rippled with strength as he grappled with his father, each movement precise and calculated. The earth beneath them trembled with their every step, echoing the intensity of their training session. His raw power was evident as he pushed his father back, his determination shining in his eyes.

Bheem swiftly maneuvers behind Pandu, his arms wrapping around his father's waist in a firm grip. The tension in the air is palpable as Bheem exerts his strength, lifting Pandu off his feet effortlessly before executing a flawless throw. Pandu lands on the ground with a thud, momentarily stunned by his son's remarkable display of strength.