MIRAGE OF HEARTSTRINGS

SPARK WITHIN THOSE EYES

THE DAY OF SWAYAMVAR

The chaos, noise, running in the Hastinapur palace is more than the usual and why not after all it is the Swayamvar of only Rajkumari of Hastinapur. The going forth of the people in the palace and continous welcoming of guests are so much that no one has time to drink water even.

No time for rest, the continous orders, coming of guests and to work of the Swayamvar in between all these is also a task. None can take a breathe of relief yet somewhere on the path to garden, an enchanting music of singing anklets adored with the sound of melodious giggle, echoed in the silence of the corridor as the beautifully decorated by red Alta feet entered the garden, letting the air cares the long raisin black hair as the feet runs, fluttering the lehenga in peacock blue colour with gold work on it while the golden jewelleries shine in the sunlight, even the flowers would wither at the sight of such radiant smile.

The lehenga walk past the blooming beautiful flowers as the red Alta feet walk on the soft grass that are cold from night yet the morning breeze is like a gentle touch on the skin until a bird swoosh past, flying the raising black hair with itself until it came back, giving a proper sight of it, not being a bird but an eagle and not the new one but the familiar as it stand on the shoulders of the familiar person, getting rewarded with a daily beautiful chuckle before a voice from behind, broke the moment.

"Pal"

The raven eyes turn around to meet shadow grey eyes, captivated by the eyes before blinking for the first time after meeting by chatter call of the eagle who glares at the person in front making the flushed light pink lips, let out a chuckle before it speaks "I apologise for him, Devi. He is not like this always........don't know why today?"

The deep throaty voice mutter out looking at the eagle, completely unknown yet known to raven eyes that are staring continously as the eagle glares harder but complied to sat on another shoulder. The peacock blue uttariya on shoulder ruffle by the sudden touch of the angry eagle before the shadow grey eyes again meet the raven one's, bowing down lightly, getting crease of the same peacock blue dhoti before the eagle's presence vanish from there leaving the red Alta feet stuck there, captivated by the eyes that were once looking at them too.

The red Alta feet turned around efficiently, going towards the area filled with chaos while the hearty rose red lips took the shape of defiant grin.

IN THE SWAYAMVAR

"Hastinapur welcome all the Kings and Princes of esteemed Rajyas. Today we all are here to witness the biggest event of Aaryavarta, the Swayamvar of the only daughter of the esteemed Maharaj Dritarashatra and esteemed Maharani Gandhari, the only Rajkumari of Hastinapur"

Ther introduction earned number of claps with cheer as everyone show their enthusiasm of participating in the Swayamvar. The person who will win the Swayamvar will not only get the hands of the beautiful maiden but the support of two powerful Rajyas that are ruled by her brothers including the respect they will get from other Rajyas of Aryavarta.

"The Swayamvar will held at two levels but can basically be dragged to three too. At number one level, the participants will have to win by aiming for the targets given"

Listening to the first level, there was a chorus of murmers around of how easy the task is or easily they will win even but of course it would not be easy since it is about the only Rajkumari of Hastinapur. Not a single mistake, no second chance and no cheating otherwise the consequences will be get paid by life.

"The second level will only be played by the participants who will win first level. It contains hunting, the players have to find the golden dear and has to mark it with their weapon. The first one will be the winner but since the golden dear can move, if it assert ownership by two people then the third level will be played where the participants who got ownership will fight with each other. The winner of the competition will be winner of Swayamvar too"

The loud roar of cheers with enthusiasm followed by murmers, whisper and talks are the example of excitement as all the kings and Princes look at each other smirking, some who hold rivalry with other one in here, some whose skills are the talk of Aryavarta, some whose only goal is to win the Swayamvar, some who wants to show their dominance in this golden chance of Swayamvar and for all this the winner will be utterly rich from money, power, support and respect.

"Now without waiting further, let's start the Swayamvar by calling the beautiful Rajkumari of Hastinapur, Rajkumari Dushala"

Numbers of eyes watch the entrance, waiting for the Princess before their ears caught the melodious sound of anklets which increased by every passing moment until a beautiful maiden adored in fine peacock blue silk lehenga with gold design step inside by her red Alta decorated feet as her hair sway with her steps.

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Dushala walk into her Swayamvar with a neutral face that still managed to look gorgeous without expression as she peek under the eyelashes, not at anyone but to towards a certain shadow grey eyes person from earlier whose expression is completely amusing to her making her smile lightly before looking away as the people thought that smile is for them while she smirk internally with satisfaction.

Oh, she knew that eagle very well and she know that the eagle also know her well, even like her but she didn't knew her owner is an idiot cause she thought he was smart but guess she was wrong.

Standing between her the two eldest of kauravas and Pandavas, she nodded lightly in permission making everyone sit down with herself too as she look at the eagle's owner again who expression is now normal as he felt notice Dushala's eyes on himself making him raise an eyebrow in amusement but she ignored, not before biting her lips to keep her smile.

The owner should had known that if his eagle is not fond of anyone except a certain someone then, when the eagle glared at him at the garden for her, it must be that certain someone but it seems she took the owner lightly, he is an idiot.

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