In the shadow of a legendary feud, where ancient rivalries simmer, a hidden truth awaits. Beneath the surface of animosity and pride, a tangles web of emotions threatens to upend the fate of sworn enemies.
As the winds of destiny sweep them towards...
The silent morning of Hastinapur Palace remained silent except for the corridor where the heavy yet silent footsteps of the warrior echo until they slowed down when reaching near the door that he closed after knowing that he had broke a very fragile string that had been trying to approach him.
It is not like he has any choice, he did tried, he tried but in vain. Nothing worked and now he knows that nothing will even, so he stopped...........stopped the string that approached him despite knowing, realising and recognising the eyes that are filled with many things which he had hoped as well as wished not to see from the starting of the day which tied two fates together.
Clenching his fist at such play of destiny, the Maharaj of Hastinapur halt his steps in front of the door before looking at his left at the Nature's canvas, once dark, now radiates hope and renewal, inviting all to start anew and Duryodhana wish he could.
Grabbing the door handle, he opened it hushed, only to find the room empty making him sigh in relief.
He grabbed his clothes before walking towards the bath place which is already opened making him confuse until he walk inside, finding whole bath place decorated but there are some jewelleries near the edge.
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For a while he stood stilled before sprinting towards the water as he jumped inside, swimming downward, only to caught the sight he has been praying not to see from the time he comprehend the situation.
The time slowed, seeing the sight but strokes become frantic and more downwards, desperate to reach there fastly. His hand grasp for the limp form of fainted figure as he pulled the figure with strength, finding the figure close to him before he swim upwards.
Upon reaching the surface he notice the closed eyes and pale face of limp figure. Water drop from the limp figure while he check the pulses, praying desperately only to bite his lips in panick when he found no pulse as he frantically look around but the panick set in his nerves didn't let him work properly.
Taking a deep breathe, he tried to calm himself down before putting his one hand right in between of chest before putting his other hand above the precious one, as he push down, trying to pump the water filled in the lungs out.
Just as he was about to shout for help when nothing happened, the figure started coughing lightly before they coughed properly, throwing all the water filled in lungs out while he kept rubbing the back to help he process better until the coughing stopped.
The time stopped for a moment when amber eyes meet heavenly grey eyes before the amber eyes widened when two strong arms pulled the cold figure towards the wet but warm figure.
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"Bhanumati" The whisper of her name which has never felt that special, today have shiver down her spine as she bask in his in warmth until she felt her cheeks getting wet again while her body trembling, making her realise that she is crying and all her tears are being rubbed on his body but neither he broke the hug nor she stopped crying. Instead she let out all her emotions she has been feeling that let her take such step and maybe he knows that it was her decision that's why he is still hugging her.
After a long while, the sobbing stopped as the arms around her slowly backed off making her shiver from cold but she didn't looked upto him, not wanting to see pity ot sympathy in his eyes . Though still looked up with courage, finding none of the things she imagined instead there is nothing but guilt in his eyes. The guilt that confirms that he knows why she is in this condition. Even though she wants him not to feel guilty about this, she doesn't have strength nor courage to console him or make him understand.
It was all numb silent until bhanumati sneezed which took Duryodhana out of this thoughts as he look towards his said wife, only for him to look around the room awkwardly before walking out of the room.
Confused by duryodhana's sudden action, bhanumati get up from the bed, leaving the sheets wet as she went to grab her clothes only to scream when she saw her wet figure reflection in the mirror. Hurrying towards the wardrobe, she took her clothes to the bath place, changing it before walking out of the room to give Duryodhana space but got surprised when she saw no one outside the room except the maids who are waiting.
"Maharani ki Jai Ho!!"
"Please, Come inside"
While the maids clean their room, bhanumati decided to go for Puja but stopped upon hearing whispers from inside.
"whole room's floor is watery"
"Even the sheets are wet"
"Seems like something happened"
"What do you mean?"
"Didn't you saw? Maharaj was completely soaked too"
"Ohhh"
"Yeah"
"I bet soon there would be echo of the cries of two kids"
"Haha, sure"
Flushing from there straightforwardness, bluntness and shamlessness of the maids, bhanumati left towards the Puja room with her face warm.
"Pranipat maa"
"Sada Sukhi raho putri! Sada Suhagan Raho!"
Giving a lift smile, Bhanumati went with Mata Gandhari to start the Puja which took just as usual time as she gave Prasad (devotional food offering to God) to Mata Gandhari before taking some for herself and her said husband.
Just as both of them walked out of the Puja room, a soldier came hurrying towards her while saying "Maharani, Rajkumar Dushasana has come back" Confused by the sentence, Bhanumati glanced towards Mata Gandhari before saying "that's good" only to hear "but there is a lady with him and they both are wearing Garland" from the soldier making bhanumati shocked.
"Oh Mahadev!" A whisper filled with shock broke the atmosphere as Bhanumati went with Mata Gandhari towards the Sabha Hall which is empty currently except for the fact that it will not be now.
