Nakul POV~
The loud sound of the traditional siren rang across the chamber, and excitement bubbled within me.
My brothers and I waited anxiously, our hearts drumming in unison, ready to make our grand entrance into Hastinapur after what felt like an eternity at the gurukul.
Today, at last, we would reunite with our mother and our beloved citizens. As princes, we had a reputation to uphold, and first impressions matter, right?
I leaned closer to the ornate mirror adorning the wall, scrutinizing my reflection under the flickering oil lamp.
I adjusted my angvastra, a delicate shawl draped over one shoulder, and smoothed out my dhoti—the fine garment that I hoped would impress everyone. I must admit, I was a bit anxious about how I looked.
At that moment, a voice cut through my thoughts. “Arjun, I feel so sad for Nakul. Poor guy can’t digest the fact that he’s getting old, and staring in the mirror won’t bring his potato features back!” Bheem teased with a dramatic flourish, leaning over Arjun’s shoulder.
“Let go, Bhrata! I’m still in my sweet sixteen!” I whined defensively.
“More like sour sixteen!” Arjun chimed in, and the laughter that followed nearly shook the walls.
Before I could muster a clever comeback, Jesth Bhrata Yudhishthir, intervened. “Okay, that’s enough! Today is a very important day; let’s keep the positivity alive!”
“What happened to you?” Arjun asked, eyes glinting with mischief, as he turned his gaze toward quiet twin of mine, Sahadev.
“Nothing, Bhrata!” Sahadev replied too quickly, a faint blush coloring his cheeks.
“Something is surely wrong; you’re never this quiet!” I pressed, a hint of concern creeping into my voice.
Sigh… Sahadev exhaled deeply, and we exchanged curious glances, wondering what thoughts were weighing on his mind.
“I was thinking of the tree girl,” he finally confessed, his voice drifting into silence.
“What about her?” Bheem asked, his expression softening despite his usual boisterous demeanor.
“There is something about her aura… but I don’t know what,” he replied, returning to his contemplative state.
The rest of us fell into a hushed state, each absorbed in our thoughts. I was drawn back to Sahadev’s words.
I remembered her eyes. They held a myriad of emotions: innocence, purity, a hint of loneliness, sadness… grief.
The feeling that gripped my heart was intense. I didn’t fully understand it but knew I wanted to protect her, to draw her away from whatever burden shadowed her.
“Kumar! Aab apke pravesh ka samay ho chuka hai!(Kumar! Now it is time for your entry.) ” a royal attendant announced, breaking the spell of silence that cloaked our gathering.
“Okay, you go. We are coming!” Yudhishthir urged, rising from the mattress, a steady determination in his voice.
I took a deep breath, excitement and apprehension swirling like the colors of the sunset.
I could only hope that our return would go as smoothly as planned. But deep down, an inkling whispered that the future held uncertainties—dark clouds gathering over our joyous reunion
A/n Pov~
The Grand Palace of Hastinapur was a breathtaking sight. Its tall towers and delicate stone carvings reached for the sky, shining brightly in the morning light.
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