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Chapter - 29

After an year-

In magadh-

The king of magadh stood in his royal aura, wrapped around him as he offered his prayers to his father with a small smile.

The world was still as if it is giving hints of the upcoming danger to the mankind. 

Eklavya : Bhaiyya! Aap aaj Hastinapur jaa rahe hai? ( He pouted looking at the glowing king who was now busy giving alms and assigning workers for the people who asked work as an alm.)

( Brother! Are you going to Hastinapur today? )

Harsha : Haan! Jaana tho padega hi. Bhanu ki god Bharayi jo hai. ( He muttered while moving towards lavya.)

( Yes! I will have to go for sure. It is Bhanu's baby shower. )

Eklavya : Maine socha aap aur ek saal kahi nahi jaayenge. Khair! jald aajayiyega. ( Harsha nodded while patting his head with brotherly affection while nodding at him. )

( I thought you wouldn't be going anywhere for another year. Anyways! Please come soon. )

Vikram : Maharaj! Aaj mausam kuch acha nahi lag raha. Is samay aap kahi bhi jaana, uchit nahi hoga. ( Harsha wrapped hsi hand around vikram's shoulder.)

( Maharaj! The weather doesn't seem very good today. It would not be appropriate for you to go anywhere at this time. )

Harsha : Apni maharaj par vishwas rakhiye, mahamanthri ji. Aapke ye raaja mrithyu se bhi ladkar magadh laut aayega. Mujhe apni praja ki dekhbal jo karni hai. (Vikram looked at him worriedy and then frowned.)

(Have faith in your King, Chief Minister. Your king will return to Magadha, even fighting death. I have to take care of my people. )

Vikram : Aise mat boliye, maharaj. Aapke muh se mrithyu ki baath sunna bhi mere liye peedaneey hai. Kripya aise mat boliye. Bhagwan ki kripa se mere bhi aayu aapko prapt ho. ( The wind stilled as if sealing a promise.)

( Don't say that, your majesty. It pains me to even hear you speak of death. Please don't say that. By God's grace, may my years also be added to yours. )

Harsha smiled at him brightly and then strangled him into a hug. Vikram lightly held onto him as if assuring himself he is still present.

Vikram : Hum bhi aapke saath chalenge, Maharaj. Na jaane mera dil aapko akele jaane nahi de rahi hai. ( Harsha shook his head in amusement and agreed.)

( I will also come with you, Maharaj. I don't know, my heart is not letting you go alone. )

People bowed seeing Harsha walking. Some rushing to greet him, some touching his feet to get his blessings. Everyone were happy.

Harsha was feeling fulfilled as he got his heart back and he never knew when the people magad snatched another peice of heart from him.

The grand gates of Magadh's palace opened, revealing Aasha standing their holding a pooja thali.

She walked towards him gracefully and then shoved a laddoo into his mouth.

Aasha : Prasad leejiye, Maharaj. (She turned her back just afterwards while throwing daggers at him.)

( Take the prasad, Maharaj. )

Anger was radiating off her like she is newly born flame. He looked at her back with a startled expression as he didn't knew the reason of her anger.

Eklavya : Lagtha hai, Bhabhi aapse rusht hai, Bhaiyya. Chaliye mana lijiye unhe. ( Vikram pinched lavya's ear scolding him for teasing the king. )

(Looks like Bhabhi is upset with you, Brother. Go and appease her. )