Bridal Crises

Secrets Revealed...Or More Tangled?

"You were a fool to trust those Kuruvansh! You paved the path for our family's destruction Dhriti! Everything that we once held dear is always destroyed by the Kuruvansh. And you chose them over your own family."

Druveda's accusations echoed in her mind, eliciting an anguish that felt like acid was flowing down her veins; the liquid blaze charred her soul. Chipping away steadily at her will to live.

She had screamed her heart out, killing the five men who had flooded her desolated life with joy...even the thought was mind shattering. Yes, they had betrayed her, but the thought of their death pushed her into the deep ocean of despair.

Her airways burned, her heart thrummed with suffering. No...they couldn't die. Her agony vapourized the dark, turbulent, massive ocean of sorrow, into malevolent clear salty liquid, that cascaded down her cheeks. Each drop carried too profound emotions; that wreaked havoc within her.

"You're still mourning them!" His words were too distant, a heavy blanket of hurt muffling the reality.

"Please don't kill them." Her words wavered, they were too fragile, vulnerable. The shackle of relationships weighed heavily on her heart, betrayal biting her core, she would have torn every last one of them to pieces had they been loyal to her.

But she was asking her brother, her own family to forgive the people who had given their father a life worse than death. . .

Guilt swarmed her, shame burned her soul, she hated herself, but she was helpless. She couldn't comprehend her attachment to them.

This instinctive need to protect them, it burned high and bright with each passing second. It didn't matter what burned in it but she wanted them safe.

"Jyest, please!" She sobbed, dread tearing at her heart, flaying it.

He scoffed, fury marring his features. A sick joy thrummed in veins. The Pandavas were the reason his five sisters had died, they had destroyed his family and happiness.

Eroded everything he lived for, and now the woman they loved everything was nothing but a puppet in his hands.

They deserved it. Every last one of them.

Memories flooded his mind, a searing brand of misery smouldered him.

He lost Kusum's calming presence, Navya's pranking, Gayatri's constant worry and adoration, Leela's sweetness and Ira...

The bright shining smile of his youngest sibling. Ira, her joyous, infectious laughter that always lit his life, flashed in his mind's eyes, he lost her, all because of the five.

Those bastards were the reason his sisters had died a horrendous death in the bloody forest of Kampilya. And this bitch had lived. Each one of them will pay.

He let his shoulders sag putting on a heart broken expression on his face, he reached down wrapping his hands around the princess' shoulder.

"Don't break my heart Dhriti, I love you. I know I haven't been the most expressive but you are my only living sister and I am very protective of you" Concern dripped from each word, he gazed at the sobbing girl.

Mentally he rolled his never in his next ten life times would he ever care for this whore, fucking filthy piece of crap married five men, bloody whore.

"Please bhraata..." He could hear the guilt that tore her in pieces, and his glee notched ten points higher. Beg me! He mentally chanted.

He turned away from her, stretching her misery longer, his footsteps echoed against the blue mosaic flooring, he walked up to the humongous windows that lined the either walls of the throne room.