Anya's ancient antics: a mahabharat tale

chapter 42

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As the grand chariot carrying Anya and Duryodhan rolled into the gates of Hastinapur, Anya’s heart fluttered with anticipation. Though she had visited before, this time felt different. She was returning as the wife of Duryodhan, the queen of Hastinapur’s future. It was a role she embraced with grace, but she couldn’t help but feel the weight of the responsibilities that came with it.

Stepping out of the chariot, Anya adjusted her saree, her posture elegant and respectful. Duryodhan stood beside her with a protective smile, as the royal family of Hastinapur gathered to welcome them.

Gandhari, with her blindfold as ever, was the first to approach. Her hands extended with warmth and love, and though her eyes could not see, her heart reached out to Anya.

"My daughter," Gandhari greeted softly, her voice filled with affection. "You are now truly part of this family, though you’ve always been in our hearts."

Anya moved forward gracefully, bending slightly as she took Gandhari’s hands in hers. "Mata, it is an honor to return home. I am blessed to be welcomed so warmly."

Gandhari smiled, brushing her hand over Anya’s head in blessing. "You have a kind heart, Anya. I can feel it. May your presence bring light to Hastinapur, just as it has to Duryodhan."

Dhritarashtra, tall and imposing, stepped forward next, his expression warm. Though blind, his power and authority were undeniable. "Welcome, Anya," he said, his deep voice resonating through the courtyard. "You are the pride of our family now."

Anya bowed her head respectfully, folding her hands. "I am humbled to be a part of this great dynasty. I will do my utmost to honor you and the family."

Dhritarashtra smiled, pleased by her words. "You already have, my child. I see the love between you and Duryodhan, and that is the strength of our future."

Next, Pitamah Bhishma approached, his towering figure radiating wisdom and authority. Anya felt a deep respect for him, knowing the legacy he carried. She folded her hands and bowed deeply before him. "Pitamah, I seek your blessings as I take my place in Hastinapur."

Bhishma’s eyes softened as he raised his hand in blessing. "Anya, you are a woman of great spirit and grace. I have no doubt you will be a guiding force in this family. Your journey may not always be easy, but you have the strength to rise above any challenge."

Anya smiled gratefully, feeling the weight of his words. "I will remember your guidance always, Pitamah."

Vidur was next, and though his presence was less commanding, his wisdom was unparalleled. He smiled kindly as he regarded Anya. "Anya, you bring much joy and vitality to this house. Hastinapur is fortunate to have you."

Anya inclined her head with a warm smile. "Thank you, Uncle. Your wisdom is something I greatly admire, and I hope to learn much from you."

Vidur chuckled softly. "You are wise beyond your years, my child. That will serve you well in the days ahead."

Finally, it was Shakuni’s turn. His sharp eyes gleamed with cunning, and Anya could feel the undercurrents of his calculating mind. His smile was friendly, yet there was something unspoken behind it.

"Ah, Anya," Shakuni said with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. "What a delight it is to have you here. You will undoubtedly bring a new spark to Hastinapur."

Anya, ever polite, folded her hands and smiled softly. "Thank you, Uncle. I am grateful to be welcomed with such warmth. I hope to bring joy and peace to our family."