THE CHARMER • ♘ Mahabharat fanfiction ♘

[𝟏𝟕] ~ ☆ 𝐄𝐁𝐁 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 ☆

श्रीराधायै नमः

The morning of late summer dawned crisp and clear, casting a golden glow across the land. The day unfurling with the promise of new hopes and dreams, blooming like delicate flowers awakening to the sunlight.

Starting today, the familiar hustle and bustle of Hastinapur-both within the palace and throughout the city reached a crescendo of excitement and activity. This surge was driven by the impending wedding of their cherished and only princess, a grand celebration poised to unfold at the end of this week.

Yet amid this festive atmosphere one person remained distant from the surrounding cheer. Lost in deep contemplation as he navigated the intricate labyrinth of his own mind, he wrestled with the choice of whether to act upon his swirling thoughts or let them remain unspoken.

"Tell me what's troubling you?" Krisha gently broke through the tumult of thoughts enveloping Deelaksha, but he merely shook his head, subtly deflecting the conversation as he sought to avoid revealing his inner turmoil.

"I can see that something is troubling you" she spoke softly, her voice imbued with a tender concern as though each word was wrapped in gentle care "please, talk to me about it, it might help" she placed a gentle reassuring hand on his shoulder, her touch-a soft promise of solace.

With a delicate firmness she guided him to sit on the edge of the bed. Her presence, a strength amidst the storm of his silence weaving a cocoon of comfort around him as he grappled with his unspoken worries.

He offered her a fragile smile and softly said "Tonight, I'm returning to my kingdom" his words halted the encouraging smile on her lips, as she had not anticipated his departure to come so swiftly.

In the moments they had shared together, he had woven himself into her life like a cherished figure whose absence would be deeply felt, as if he was a beloved thread in the fabric of her life.

Every moment in his presence was a symphony of laughter and joy, each instant resonating with the vibrant melody of shared happiness. His frequent forgetfulness to change his voice often brought a playful disarray.

And the way he would mischievously tease Duryodhan, particularly Dushasan, who could always be seen trailing after him like a devoted shadow added a playful cadence to their days.

These overwhelming memories surged over her like a fierce tidal wave, crashing with the force of a torrential deluge. But she understands that as the crown prince he bore the weight of profound responsibilities toward his kingdom, and honoring those duties meant he had to leave.

"I'll miss you. But that's not what's really troubling you, is it?" she asked, taking a seat beside him "I'm considering confessing the truth to Sitara before I leave, but at the same time I'm unsure if I should" he responded with a restrained smile.

"Look here" she murmured softly, her voice a gentle whisper coaxing him to lift his gaze and meet hers "do you truly love her, as if she's the one and only celestial star illuminating the beacon of your night?" She inquired, though she could clearly see the answer shimmering unmistakably within the depths of his eyes.

He lowered his gaze with a tender smile gracing his lips like a whispered secret "I cherish her like a devotee for whom she is the sun, the radiant heart whose eternal flames warms my soul" in that moment Krisha glimpsed the pure and unwavering depth of his affection and heard the aching tenderness in his calm voice, which veiled a tempest of profound emotions he harbourers for Sitara.

Hearing his words she momentarily lost herself in her thought, wondering if in some distant future there would be someone who would adore and cherish her with the same devoted grace that Deelaksha bestows upon Sitara. But she gently sets aside her musings, letting them drift away like autumn leaves caught in a quiet breeze, settling into the stillness of her mind.