MIRAGE OF HEARTSTRINGS

CORSAGE OF ADORATION

AT NIGHT

Just as the exhaustion should do, the Maharani of Hastinapur didn't realised when she slept while being in the thoughts of her talk with Mata Gandhari until her eyes opened, directly going towards the window to find it is all dark, making her panick when she realised she has been sleeping from evening.

Hurrying, she got up from the bed only to halt when she hears "Maharani ki Jai Ho!!", letting her known to the presence of two maids in her room who are putting utensils and food on the table. It didn't took her much time to comprehend that it is already dinner time or maybe it is past dinner time. Has duryodhana eaten?

Just as the question came in her mind, the sid person walked in the room, dismissing the maids before sitting on the dinning chair without looking at bhanumati, making her worried, if duryodhana is angry until she got up from the bed, immediately finding her saree's hem down fallen on her feet.

In just a second a loud yell echoed in the room but the eldest Kaurava remained normal as he just stares at the papers he put beside his plate while his wife sprint inside the bath place.

After a moment the bath place door opened as the Maharani of Hastinapur said down on her chair while keeping her red embarrassed face down without looking up, just chewing on the things that is in front of her until duryodhana slide some more food towards her, taking her attention. But he remained neutral, eating his food while looking at the documents until-

"Maa says, we should not do other things while eating" It was in a low soft voice but can be heard in the silent atmosphere of room as bhanumati's eyes widen realising she has said out loud before she became surprised when duryodhana did put the papers aside, only focusing on eating now, making her smile lightly while hiding it from his view.

The little gestures like such blossom more hopes in her Florence heart. Though it is a pleasant feeling, it is scary at the same time as, would it happen again? Is it just an infertile hopes for nothing? Would it stop too?

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