"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...
The air in Alynthi Kingdom buzzed with anticipation as Duryodhana, his brother Dushaasan, and his loyal friends Karna and Ashwatthama approached the grand gates of the majestic palace. The sprawling structure was a testament to the kingdom's wealth and power, its walls adorned with intricate carvings, and its towers reaching proudly towards the heavens. The aura of regality and strength was undeniable, yet for Duryodhana, the grandeur of the palace paled in comparison to the one thing he truly sought: Ishana.
As they entered the palace, they were greeted warmly by King Niran and his wives—Janvi, Avantika, and Vishakha. The royal family welcomed their guests with grace, their smiles reflecting the honor they felt at hosting the prince of Hastinapur and his companions. But even as Duryodhana exchanged pleasantries, his eyes scanned the crowd, his mind elsewhere. He was restless, his heart yearning to see her—the woman who had occupied his thoughts ever since he had laid eyes on her.
But Ishana was nowhere to be found. The disappointment gnawed at him, threatening to show on his face. Duryodhana's impatience was palpable, but he knew better than to let it slip. His brother Dushaasan, sensing his turmoil, leaned in and whispered, "Patience, brother. You will see her soon. But for now, control your restlessness."
Karna and Ashwatthama, standing close by, exchanged knowing glances. They too could see the yearning in Duryodhana's eyes, the way his gaze darted around the room, searching for any sign of her. Ashwatthama placed a reassuring hand on Duryodhana's shoulder, his voice calm and steady. "There will be time to see her, Duryodhana. But remember, we are guests here. Let us not rush into things."
Duryodhana nodded, forcing a smile as he continued to greet the other dignitaries. But internally, he groaned in frustration. He was not a man used to waiting, especially when it came to something—or someone—he desired so intensely. He knew he would have to bide his time, but the thought of delaying his reunion with Ishana was almost unbearable.
As the formalities continued, Duryodhana's mind raced with thoughts of how to bring his desires to fruition. He knew that he had to make his intentions clear to the elders. The next step was crucial—he needed to convince them to approach Ishana's parents about a marriage alliance. The very thought of her becoming his filled him with a fierce determination. His friends and brother knew this all too well, but there was another who understood the depths of Duryodhana's ambition—Shakuni.
Shakuni, the ever-cunning mastermind, observed his nephew's behavior with a keen eye. He could see the intensity in Duryodhana's eyes, the unspoken desire that bordered on obsession. Shakuni knew that this was an opportunity he could not afford to miss. If he could manipulate Ishana's parents into agreeing to the marriage, it would solidify Duryodhana's power and position. But Shakuni's ambitions extended beyond just Ishana. He had his sights set on the younger princesses—Pihu, Priya, and Akshu. Marrying them to his other nephews would not only secure more alliances but also ensure that the Kaurava dynasty had a strong foothold in Alynthi.
However, there was one potential obstacle that Shakuni couldn't ignore—Aarya. He had noticed the subtle yet undeniable connection between Aarya and Arjun. Though he couldn't quite put his finger on it, he knew that there was something between them, something that could potentially disrupt his plans. But Shakuni was nothing if not resourceful. He was already plotting how to use this to his advantage, calculating how to ensure that the other princesses would align with his vision.
Meanwhile, in another part of the palace, Arjun was equally restless. The memory of Aarya had been etched into his mind, her presence lingering in his thoughts like a persistent melody. He had hoped to see her again, to speak with her, to perhaps share a moment that would bring them closer. But like Duryodhana, he too found himself disappointed. She was not present, and the ache of her absence was a dull, persistent throb in his chest.
Nakul and Sahadev, ever perceptive, had noticed their brother's distraction. They had seen the way his eyes lit up at the mere mention of Aarya's name, the way he seemed to lose himself in thought whenever she was brought up. They exchanged mischievous glances and decided to tease him, their voices laced with playful mockery.
"Arjun, brother," Nakul said, his tone light and teasing, "You seem to be lost in thought. Could it be that a certain princess has captured your attention?"
Arjun frowned, trying to hide his discomfort. "I don't know what you're talking about," he replied, though his voice lacked conviction.
Sahadev chuckled, clapping Arjun on the back. "Don't worry, Arjun. You'll see her soon enough. But for now, you need to focus. There's much to be done."
Arjun forced a smile, knowing his brothers were right. But the longing in his heart was undeniable, and he silently vowed to speak to his mother about his feelings as soon as possible. He knew that if he wanted to pursue Aarya, he would need his family's support.
As the brothers bantered, Kanha watched from a distance, a knowing smile playing on his lips. He had seen the plans forming in the minds of Duryodhana, Shakuni, and even Arjun. But Kanha knew something they did not—he knew the hearts of the princesses better than anyone else.
The younger sisters—Ishana, Pihu, Priya, and Akshu—were not easily swayed. They were strong, independent, and fiercely loyal to each other. And above all, they loved Kanha deeply. He resided in their hearts, a constant presence that guided them and protected them. They would never marry Duryodhana or any of the Kauravas, nor would they be easily won over by the Pandavas.
Kanha had promised to always be there for them, to protect them from harm, and he intended to keep that promise. He had made mistakes in the past, but he would not repeat them. He knew that Ishana often showed disdain towards him, but he also knew the truth hidden beneath her demeanor—she loved him just as deeply as her sisters did.
Kanha's mind was already at work, devising a plan to counter the conspiracies that were being woven around the princesses. He would not allow them to be pawns in a game of power and politics. They were too precious to him, too important to be sacrificed for anyone's ambitions.
As the night wore on and the palace buzzed with activity, Kanha silently resolved to protect the ones he loved. He would shield them from the dangers that loomed, even if it meant standing against the likes of Duryodhana and Shakuni. They were his loves, his soulmates, and he would not let them slip away from him. Not now, not ever.
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