Shakuni stared at Krishna, who had just arrived from Dwaraka. He had an air of enigma around him, his unpredictable words and actions defined which. Shakuni found himself unable to avert his gaze from the dark skinned man, much as he tried to do so.
Krishna smiled- a kind smile, and not a superficial one. Shakuni tried to hate him for all he had done.
He sided with the wretched Pandavas.
He married his sister off to Arjuna, when she was supposed to marry his nephew.
He-
Shakuni couldn't bring himself to hate Krishna, not at the moment, even though he had spat innumerable curses at the mere mention of Krishna's name before their meeting.
Krishna grinned ear to ear- this time, a knowing grin, as he had realized Mamashree's thoughts.
And at that moment, Shakuni knew. The man before him was no ordinary man. His cunningness could deceive anyone, but not Krishna.
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