By ending the tyrannical King Kamsa in a fierce battle, Shri Krishna restored peace and justice to the land of Mathura. But the aftermath of Kamsa's downfall sent shockwaves rippling through the Vrishni and Bhoj dynasties, casting a shadow of fear o...
The sunny day bathed the palace grounds in a golden hue, casting long shadows as the Pandavas and Dhratrashtras raced against each other. The air was filled with laughter and excitement as the five Pandavas ran effortlessly, their steps light and swift as they pulled ahead of their cousins.
Laughter filled the air as Yudhishthir led the way with a calm demeanor, not a drop of sweat on his brow. Bheem's powerful strides and Arjun's graceful agility kept them in the lead, their competitive spirits driving them forward. Nakul and Sahadev ran side by side, their laughter ringing out joyfully as they reveled in the friendly competition.
The Dhratrashtras struggled to keep up, their faces contorted with envy and frustration. The sound of their heavy footsteps echoed through the grounds as they lagged behind, unable to match the speed and agility of their cousins. Duryodhan's grunts of frustration were audible as he pushed himself to run faster. Dushashan, his breath ragged and uneven, fell behind, his face flushed with exertion.
Bheem turned around with a wide grin, gesturing the Dhratrashtras to pick up their pace, "Shigreh karo bhratao !"
However his words of sweet intentions seemed to only fuel the fire of jealousy burning within the sons of Dhritrashtra. Duryodhan's face twisted in anger as he struggled to keep up with the Pandavas. Feeling the tension, Bheem decided to show compassion rather than competition. He slowed his pace, allowing Duryodhan to catch up.
Believing he could finally surpass Bheem, Duryodhan pushed himself to the limit.
"Ati-uttam." Bheem smiled and with a burst of speed, he effortlessly dashed ahead, leaving his cousin trailing behind. Duryodhan's frustrated groan echoed across the palace grounds.
And so it continued. The Pandavas, filled with joy and laughter, ran gracefully across the palace grounds, while the Kauravas struggled to keep up, their faces clouded with jealousy.
Soon they reached the palace courtyard, where Arjun's sharp eyes caught sight of a magnificent statue of a warrior princess. The statue of Rameshwari that stood tall and proud, with a mighty bow in hand and a fierce expression on her face. Arjun, transfixed by the sight, came to a sudden halt. The bow seemed to call out to him, its presence stirring something deep within him.
His gaze then shifted to the carving on the pedestal beneath the statue, where a message was etched in elegant script.
'यः भावः योद्धायाः वधकर्तृणां च भेदं करोति सः करुणा।' (The spirit that differentiates a warrior from a murderer is compassion.)
Reading the inscription, a smile spread across Arjun's face, "Kya vichaar hai..."
As Arjun stands pondering over the message, the Dhratrashtras sprint past him, taunting and laughing, convinced of their imminent victory.
"Kaha kho gaye Arjun ?" Dushashan mocked.
Duryodhan chuckled, "Aisi murti kahi dekhi nahi hogi iss liye ruk gaya."
The others chime in with mocking comments, fueling their own egos. Ignoring their jibes, Arjun chuckles and then swiftly starts sprinting. With effortless grace, he overtakes his cousins one by one, his powerful strides propelling him forward with unmatched speed.
Duryodhan, feeling the heat of Arjun's presence behind him, quickens his pace, determined not to be overtaken. However Arjun easily caught up to him. His focused gaze locked with Duryodhan's, a smile playing on his lips.
"Pichli baar se aapki gati badhi hai, Bhratashree." Arjun said and then with a burst of energy, he surges ahead, leaving Duryodhan behind.
Duryodhan grits his teeth and quickens his pace in response. His frustration is evident as he tries to catch up. As the finishing point approached, a sense of defeat loomed over the Dhratrashtras. Their chests heaved with exertion and envy, their spirits crushed by the Pandavas.
With a final burst of effort, the sons of Dhritrashtra pushed themselves forward, only to stumble and fall just meters away from the point. The Pandavas, witnessing their cousins' downfall, halted their stance and rushed to their side with genuine concern.
"Tum sab thik toh ho ?" Yudhishthir asked.
Duryodhan grunted, "Aapko chinta karne ki awashyakta nahi hai."
Seeing the Dhratrashtras' defeated expressions, the Pandavas decided to join them on the ground, a gesture of empathy and camaraderie.
"Lagta hai ki aaj tum sabhi ne bahut krida ki hai." Bhishm walked up to his grandsons, a small smile playing on his lips.
Arjun's eyes lit up as he saw Bhishm, instantly springing to his feet and dashing towards him, "Taat !"
Bhishma's laughter filled the air as he lifted Arjun onto his lap. The grandsire's pristine white clothes got stained with dirt from the ground, but in that moment, it was inconsequential. The purity of their connection far outweighed any worldly considerations.
"Arrey Arjun, mai tumhara taat nahi, tumhare taat ka taat hu." Bhishm corrected him, "Pitamah."
Arjun chuckled sheepishly, "Kshama Pitamah."
Bhishm affectionately pinched Arjuna's cheek, evoking smiles from the rest of the Pandavas. However, the Dhratrashtras observed with jealousy, their hearts heavy with resentment towards the sons of Pandu.
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Bhishm and Arjun bond 😍❤️
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