"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...
Ishana stirred as the first light of dawn kissed her face, the warm rays of the sun breaking through the foliage above. The melodic chirping of birds reached her ears, pulling her from the edges of sleep. Blinking against the brightness, she found herself lying on a cold, stone bench in the palace gardens. A frown creased her brow as she slowly sat up, her mind piecing together the events of the previous day. She had drifted off here in the garden, her thoughts consumed by the looming threat that hung over her like a dark cloud.
The coronation of her brother Neel was only two days away. The preparations had been in full swing for weeks, the palace bustling with activity as they readied themselves to receive royal guests from across the land. Today, the families from Dwarka and Hastinapur were expected to arrive, bringing with them the weight of their power and prestige.
Ishana groaned aloud, the sound almost swallowed by the still morning air. The very thought of it all filled her with dread. The idea of playing the role of the perfect sister, the dutiful princess, in front of the very people she despised was unbearable. The tension within her coiled tighter with each passing day, and now, with their arrival imminent, Ishana felt as if she were standing on the edge of a precipice.
Her mind raced as she stood up from the bench, brushing the leaves from her clothes. She had to do something, anything, to stop this coronation. The feeling was more than a mere reluctance—it was an instinct, a foreboding that whatever happened after this event would spell disaster for her and all that she held dear. Yet, what could she do? The eyes of the kingdom were upon them, and any misstep could lead to ruin.
Resolving to face the day, Ishana made her way back to her chambers. She would need to prepare herself, not just physically but mentally and emotionally, for what lay ahead. Today, she would have to face the royals of Dwarka and Hastinapur, the very people who could undo all her careful plans with a single word or gesture.
As Ishana entered her chambers, she was greeted by the sight of her sisters—Aarya, Priya, Pihu, and Akshu—still sprawled across their beds, asleep like they had no care in the world. Their peaceful slumber only served to irritate her further. Without a second thought, she grabbed a jug of cold water from a nearby table and, with a determined glint in her eye, threw it across the room, drenching her sisters in an icy shower.
The sisters gasped in shock, bolting upright in their beds, their eyes wide with surprise and indignation. Aarya, usually the first to wake, blinked away the water and turned to Ishana with a mixture of confusion and irritation.
“What on earth, Ishana?” Aarya exclaimed, wiping the water from her face.
Ishana stood at the foot of the bed, her arms crossed, her expression stern and unyielding. “You were all sleeping like lifeless logs while there’s so much to be done. Get up and get ready. We have guests arriving soon, and I won’t have you embarrassing our family by lazing about.”
