"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 grand Alynthi palace bustled with activity as the royal families from Hastinapur and Dwarka were graciously provided with their respective quarters. The opulence of the palace was matched only by the grandeur of its corridors, lined with intricate tapestries and adorned with splendid decorations. The air was filled with a mix of excitement and tension as the guests settled into their luxurious rooms.Once the Pandavas had arranged their belongings, they decided to seek out Kanha to discuss recent events and future plans. As they walked through the lobby, their conversation flowed with a mixture of strategic considerations and personal reflections. Yudhishthira, with his calm and measured tone, led the discussion, while Bhima’s usual fiery demeanor contrasted with Arjun’s focused gaze. Nakul and Sahadev accompanied them, each absorbed in their own thoughts.From the other end of the lobby, Duryodhana, Dushaasan, Karna, and Ashwatthama approached. The tension between the Kauravas and Pandavas was palpable, and the moment the two groups came into view, a silent animosity charged the atmosphere. Bhima’s eyes narrowed as he spotted Duryodhana, his hand twitching with barely contained aggression.Duryodhana, recognizing his nemesis, mirrored Bhima’s stance, his own anger evident in his clenched fists. The hostile gazes they exchanged spoke volumes of their long-standing rivalry. Bhima took a step forward, his intentions clear.As Bhima prepared to confront Duryodhana, Yudhishthira stepped in, his voice cutting through the brewing storm. "We are in Alynthi Kingdom," he declared with authoritative calm. "We must address these issues with respect for our hosts. All matters can be discussed back in Hastinapur."The atmosphere, though still tense, shifted as both parties reluctantly agreed to defer their conflict. The sense of immediate danger eased, but the underlying tension remained palpable.At that moment, Ishana appeared from a nearby corridor, her eyes widening as she took in the commotion. Recognizing the risk of being discovered, she quickly sought refuge behind a decorative pillar.
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As Ishana crouched behind the pillar, the voices of the Pandavas and Kauravas filled the corridor with tense, urgent dialogue. She held her breath, trying to remain unnoticed, when she felt an unexpected chill—a presence behind her that made her heart race.
A soft, teasing whisper broke through her anxious thoughts. Ishana turned her head slowly, her eyes widening in shock as she saw Kanha standing just inches away, his expression a mixture of amusement and mischief. His gaze locked onto hers, and his smirk widened.
“Ishana,” Kanha’s voice was a low, seductive murmur. “Hiding from the world again?”
Before she could respond, Kanha’s hand gently cupped her cheek, his touch sending a shiver down her spine. He leaned in Ishana’s breath caught in her throat, her mind reeling from the unexpected intimacy.
In an attempt to escape, Ishana tried to pull away, but Kanha’s grip was firm. He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her against his chest. The warmth of his body pressed against her back, and she felt his breath against her ear as he whispered, “You cannot run from this, Ishana. Your plans are doomed to fail. And as for you and your sisters—Pihu, Priya, and Akshu—you will all marry me. This is your reality now.”
The words hit Ishana like a thunderbolt, shaking her to her core. The weight of Kanha’s threat and the reality he painted felt overwhelming. She struggled to free herself, her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and anger. Kanha’s hold, though gentle, was unyielding, his fingers gripping her waist firmly.
As Kanha’s lips brushed against her ear, his whispers became a tantalizing mix of affection and menace. “You cannot deny your feelings for me. They are as real as the world around us.”
Despite her efforts, Ishana could not break free from Kanha’s embrace. His touch was both intoxicating and suffocating, the conflicting emotions leaving her disoriented. She could feel the intensity of his desire, mingled with the threat he had just laid out.
But amidst the whirlwind of emotions, Ishana saw a glimmer of opportunity. With a sudden burst of determination, she managed to wriggle out of Kanha’s grasp. Her heart raced as she darted toward the corridor, her feet pounding against the marble floor. She glanced back only once, seeing Kanha’s amused yet intense gaze following her retreat.
Ishana ran through the twisting hallways of the palace, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she fled from the haunting presence of Kanha. The confrontation with him had left her shaken and vulnerable, and she needed to find refuge, away from the reality that Kanha had so cruelly thrust upon her.
Finally reaching the safety of her room, Ishana slammed the door shut and locked it with trembling hands. She leaned against the door, her body trembling as she tried to calm her racing heart. The encounter with Kanha had left her reeling, her thoughts a chaotic mix of fear, confusion, and anger.
Sinking onto her bed, Ishana stared at the ceiling, her mind whirling with the implications of Kanha’s words. She knew she had to confront her feelings and the reality of her situation, but the thought of marrying Kanha and dealing with the fate of her sisters loomed large in her mind. The struggle to reconcile her emotions with the looming threats was more daunting than ever.
