"In this birth you never loved me shri Narayan. I did everything to make happy but you never gave me a chance. Thus, when my soul departs from this body i only want peace which i never got in this birth. If I take rebirth I shall forget everything a...
Kunti sat quietly in her opulent chamber, the intricate patterns of the tapestries on the walls seeming to close in on her. Her eyes were distant, clouded with the heavy burden of regret. The decision she had made to abandon Karna gnawed at her conscience, leaving her restless. Maharani Gandhari, ever the supportive sister-in-law, sat beside her, her presence a source of silent solace. She observed Kunti with concern, her own gaze reflecting a deep empathy for the emotional turmoil that troubled her.
In the adjoining room, the atmosphere was less somber. The young girls, bubbling with enthusiasm, were determinedly draping Ishana in lavish jewelry. Every necklace, bracelet, and ornament was chosen with a sense of ceremonial importance, but Ishana’s discomfort was palpable. She had no love for the glittering adornments that felt more like chains than decorations. Her resistance was met with persistent insistence, and the girls, oblivious to her displeasure, continued their work.
The chamber door swung open as the Pandavas and Kauravas entered, their regal demeanor reflecting their status. They approached their mothers with a mix of reverence and curiosity. Bheem, however, was unable to mask his distaste as his gaze fell upon Ishana. Her reluctance to be adorned in such finery was apparent, and his irritation was quick to surface.
The room grew tense as Bheem’s harsh words cut through the air. His tone was dismissive, and his comments, though not intended to be hurtful, were nonetheless scathing. Gandhari and Kunti, both taken aback by his rudeness, swiftly moved to address the situation. Gandhari’s voice, usually gentle, now held a firmness that brooked no argument. Kunti, despite her own inner turmoil, was quick to defend Ishana, her maternal instincts overriding her own regret.
Duryodhana, whose affections for Ishana were well-known, seethed with anger at the sight of her being insulted. His feelings for her had made him particularly sensitive to any slight against her. He clenched his fists, his eyes narrowing as he observed the exchange. However, Ishana, displaying a grace that belied her discomfort, intervened. She calmly stated that Bheem did not need to apologize. With a composed yet firm demeanor, she suggested that it was time for the young girls to leave, allowing the princes to enjoy their time with their mothers in peace.
As the girls exited, their chattering fading into the distance, Arjun’s attention shifted to Aarya. He found himself intrigued by her stoic demeanor and the mystery that surrounded her. His gaze lingered, hoping to catch her eye and perhaps spark a conversation. Yet, Aarya remained indifferent, her focus unyieldingly away from him. Her cold shoulder only served to deepen Arjun’s curiosity, leaving him pondering the enigma she presented.
As the girls finally left the chamber, their chatter fading into the distance, Ishana’s initial calm facade crumbled. Her face, which had held a polite smile moments before, now hardened into a cold mask of resolve. The forced adornments and Bheem’s insulting remarks had pushed her to her limits. Though she was used to enduring such indignities in silence, she felt an uncharacteristic surge of rebellion within her.
