An Echoing Silence ✅

Valour of Brave Heart

As the battle raged on in the fields of Kurukshetra, the brave and valiant Abhimanyu fought fiercely, cutting through the enemy lines with unmatched skill and determination. The Kaurava warriors, filled with envy and anger, realized that they needed to come up with a plan to bring down this formidable opponent.

Duryodhana, the eldest of the Kauravas, called upon his most ruthless generals to devise a strategy to trap and defeat Abhimanyu. Together, they formed the Chakravyuh, a complex and deadly formation that only a few warriors knew how to enter and escape.

As Abhimanyu charged fearlessly into the Chakravyuh, he soon found himself surrounded by the Kaurava forces on all sides. Despite his best efforts and unmatched fighting skills, he was unable to break free from the trap. The Kaurava warriors closed in on him, their swords glinting in the sunlight as they prepared to strike the fatal blow.

Duryodhana, a cruel smile on his face, taunted Abhimanyu, "You may be a skilled warrior, but you are no match for the might of the Kauravas. Your bravery has no bounds,not even if your Pitashree".

Abhimanyu, his breath ragged and his body covered in wounds, looked defiantly at Duryodhana and his warriors. Despite the odds stacked against him, he refused to back down, his eyes burning with determination.

Karna sneered, "You may have fought bravely, but in the end, you are just another casualty of this war. Your arrogance has led you to your own demise."

As the Kaurava warriors closed in on Abhimanyu, their swords raised high, he knew that his time was running out. But he refused to go down without a fight. With a mighty roar, he swung his sword with all his strength, striking down several enemies before succumbing to the overwhelming numbers.

The Kauravas, their faces twisted with triumph, mercilessly rained blows upon Abhimanyu until he fell to the ground, his lifeblood staining the earth beneath him. As his life slowly ebbed away, Abhimanyu whispered a prayer for his beloved wife and unborn child, his last thoughts filled with love and regret for the life he would never get to live.

Karn, his eyes cold and unfeeling, looked down at the fallen warrior and stabbed Abhimanyu while hugging him "Sorry son it's time to set yourself free from pain of earth".

As Abhimanyu's faint shadow hovered in the battlefield, it slowly made its way towards Arjun, who was fighting fiercely against the Kaurava warriors. Arjun felt a chill run down his spine as he sensed Abhimanyu's presence, and he turned around in shock to see the ghostly figure standing before him.

"Abhimanyu!?" Arjun whispered, his voice filled with a mixture of sorrow and disbelief.

Abhimanyu's shadowy form gazed at Arjun with eyes filled with pain and regret. "Pitashree " he spoke softly, his voice barely a whisper. "I am sorry I could not fulfill my promise to you. I fought bravely, but in the end, I was overwhelmed by the enemy's deceit."

Tears welled up in Arjun's eyes as he reached out a hand towards Abhimanyu's shadow, feeling a sense of helplessness wash over him. "Oh, my brave son," he choked out, his voice breaking with emotion. "You fought with such valor and courage. I am proud of you, and No one will never forget your sacrifice."

Abhimanyu's shadow smiled sadly, a faint glimmer of peace crossing him.
As Arjun looked into Abhimanyu's eyes, he felt a surge of pain and sorrow wash over him. His breaths became shallow and labored, his heart aching with the unbearable weight of grief.

Krishna struggled to comprehend the reality of Abhimanyu's death, unable to fathom the loss of his beloved nephew.

"Abhimanyu, my dear son," Arjun whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "I cannot bear the thought of losing you. You are my son, and your death has left a void in my heart that can never be filled.You know what your mother scolded you at the time of your birth when you didn't cried for long.What will I answer to her and your wives?. What answer will I give to Madhav?".

Abhimanyu's shadow reached out a hand towards Arjun, a faint glimmer of comfort in his eyes. "Do not grieve for me, Pitashree," he said softly. "My time in this world has come to an end, but my spirit will always be with you. I fought with all my strength and courage, knowing that I was fighting for justice and honour.Tell my Mata,I fought bravely.Tell my wife Uttara,I would meet her through stars and Vatsala,I would be with her in my next life too.Pamper my unborn child and give him love of a Father which I may not be able to give".

Tears streamed down Arjun's face as he grasped Abhimanyu's hand, feeling a sense of peace wash over him in the presence of his departed son. "I will always carry your memory in my heart, Abhimanyu.. my worthy son".

Now Arjun had to prepare for his worst at the hands of his wives especially Subahdra,pain of mothers he would understand today...