Anya's ancient antics: a mahabharat tale

Chapter: 9

Anya, Balaram, and Subhadra finally arrived at the grand gates of Hastinapur. The city was even more splendid than Anya had imagined, with its towering castle walls adorned with carvings and its grand entrance that spoke of power and history. As their chariot rolled to a stop, Anya's eyes darted around, taking in the imposing figures gathered to welcome them.

Queen Gandhari stood at the forefront, holding a traditional thali filled with flowers, rice, and incense. Her gentle smile, combined with the regal air of a mother and matriarch, made Anya feel an instant warmth toward her. King Dhritarashtra, his face stern but kind, seemed to be listening attentively to the whispers and greetings around him. Beside him stood Vidur, his observant eyes seeming to assess every detail of the newcomers.

On the left side stood several young, handsome men, clearly the princes of Hastinapur. The first was a tall, muscular man, his demeanor stern and imposing. Anya noticed he barely smiled until Balaram looked his way, prompting a polite, almost reluctant smile. Next to him was a strikingly beautiful man with an amiable expression, his sparkling earrings catching the sunlight. Further to the left, an older man with a crooked leg wore a wide, sly smile that seemed to hint at hidden intentions.

Balaram, ever the charismatic presence, greeted everyone with confidence. "Ah, Rajmata Gandhari, it is a joy to see you again! I trust Hastinapur remains prosperous and strong"

Gandhari smiled warmly, "Gurudev Balaram, your presence is an honor. Hastinapur flourishes as always. How are things in Dwarka?"

Balaram chuckled. "Dwarka is thriving, Rajmata. Krishna's guidance ensures it so."

Vidur stepped forward, his expression inquisitive. "shree Balaram, it has been too long. Your visits always bring fresh energy to our halls."

Balaram grinned. "Indeed, Vidur ji! Visiting Hastinapur feels like returning to old friends."

Turning to King Dhritarashtra, Balaram gave a respectful bow. "Maharaj Dhritarashtra, thank you for this warm welcome. Your hospitality is unmatched, as always."

Dhritarashtra smiled slightly, nodding. "Balaram, it is always a pleasure to have you here. You bring a lightness that our halls greatly benefit from."

With the formal greetings complete, Balaram turned toward Subhadra and Anya, introducing them with a broad smile. "And these are my sisters. Subhadra, as you all know, needs no introduction and this is Anya " Subhadra stepped forward gracefully, bowed, and then hugged Dushala, who was clearly familiar with her.

All eyes turned to Anya. Feeling the weight of everyone's gaze, she took a deep breath, clutched the hem of her gown, and stepped forward. Recalling a scene from a webtoon, she bowed low and gracefully, attempting to mimic the refined manners of a noble lady.

"Greetings, Rajmata Gandhari, Maharaj Dhritarashtra, and Vidur ji," Anya began, her voice steady. "I am honored to be in your esteemed presence."

Everyone seemed surprised, particularly Balaram and Subhadra, who exchanged wide-eyed glances.

Gandhari's smile grew wider. "Welcome, dear Anya. I must say, your manners are quite impressive."

Anya's face lit up, and she decided to flatter a bit more. Turning to Gandhari, she said, "Rajmata Gandhari, your wisdom and grace are known far and wide. I have always admired how you have guided this great family with such strength and love."

Gandhari's smile softened, clearly touched. "You are kind, my dear. I see you have a warm heart."

Next, Anya turned to Dhritarashtra. "Maharaj Dhritarashtra, I have heard so much about your fairness and wisdom as a ruler. Even without sight, you have guided this kingdom with a vision greater than most."