H I M
The one he'd die for, wanted to kill him the same,
But death would be a guest he'd welcome, if she promised to sit by his grave.
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H E R
If there was a list of all the sins she was t...
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Sanyukta's source of strength was her faith.
Her faith in her Kanha.
Since childhood, her mother had told her stories of Ramayan and Mahabharat, the characters inspiring her and changing her beleifs and moulding her into the person she was. Sanyukta had always loved reading about the myths and history of her motherland and she had a habit of never sleeping without a tale.
"स्वधर्ममपि चावेक्ष्य न विकम्पितुमर्हसि | धर्म्याद्धि युद्धाच्छ्रेयोऽन्यथा शामसाद्भवेत् ||"
She recited the shloka, hands joined and eyes closed in front of the deity that had never once failed her, the hand that had always stayed atop her head, blessing her.
The Bhagwad Geeta was like a mentor to her, holding torch for her to guide her through the darkest of paths. The shloka that she had recited, had an equally astounding translation, "You should not falter in your duty, even if you see your own religion being destroyed. For, to fight in a righteous war is better than to abandon your duty; otherwise, you will incur sin."
Her mother had gifted her the idol of Shri Krishna as a wedding present, but it was more like a parting present to her. "I cannot protect you when you are hundreds of miles away from me, so I'm giving you someone who can. " her mother had said.
I miss you Ma, she couldn't help but reminisce.
Her handmaiden, Dhara, enetered the room, her anklets chiming softly, as she bowed before the princess. " Your Highness, I'm to prepare you for your grand procession in front of the people of Simhavat. The Yuvaraj will introduce you as his wife infront of everyone today. "
Sanyukta sighed, knowing there was no other way to it. The people of Simhavat were bound to hate the new bride, but today, she'd find out the extent of their hatred. She noded at the handmaiden, eyes hard with resolve.
"Did you bring this idol with you? " Dhara asked, untangling her waist long hair.
When Sanyukta noded breifly, Dhara's mesmerized voice intereupted her thoughts again, " It is splendid. It looks like it was crafted by Vishwakarma himself to create the exact chaavi of the god. "
Sanyukta's lips curved into a smile, her handmaiden's words softening a part of her heart. It was indeed the most beautiful idol of Shri Krishna she'd ever seen. She was grateful to her mother for a gift as soulful as that.
With a last stroke of the comb, Dhara began braiding her hair into a half updo, the other half of her hair cascading down upto her hair, like a midnight waterfall. Dhara then adorned her with the finest peices of jewelry, as she watched herself in the mirror.
Sanyukta began admiring the beauty of the royal gardens as they walked past it. As she strolled through the lush greenery, she found herself mesmerised by the heady fragrance of the velvety roses. Her eyes were blessed with the sight of a hundred red roses, peeking from the bushes as if they were too shy to be seen.
