Saga Of The Timeless (A Mahabharata Story)

47. Anatomy of Faith-1

As Vrushali's loud wails filled the room, she clutched her grandmother tightly, her sobs echoing through the still air. Karna stood beside her, his own eyes glistening with unshed tears as he held her, sharing in her grief.

I watched from the corner, feeling a tight knot in my chest. The scene before me was heart-wrenching, but something else caught my attention. My gaze flickered to her grandmother, and I took a deep breath before stepping forward.

"Vrushali!" I called, trying to cut through her sorrow. But she didn't hear me.

"Vrushali!" I shouted again, this time gently pushing Karna aside. I grabbed her shoulders, forcing her to look at me. "Vrushali, listen to me. Your grandmother... she's alive. Look, she's just sleeping. I gave her some medication for the pain, and it's working."

Confusion washed over her tear-streaked face. "What?" she muttered, barely audible.

"Look!" I pointed toward her grandmother, whose chest still rose and fell with shallow breaths. "She's just sleeping. I gave her something to help her rest."

Vrushali's cries faltered, her brow furrowing in disbelief as she struggled to understand.

"Vrushali, let me try to help her. Think about her dreams," I choked, my voice strained with emotion. I glanced at Karna, who seemed to realize something, but he stayed silent.

"But... but..." Vrushali stammered, her confusion growing.

"Her condition is critical," I continued, feeling the weight of urgency in my chest. "She might die soon. I can't guarantee my treatment will save her, but there's a chance. It's better than doing nothing."

I saw her hesitation, the flicker of hope battling against despair.

"Can you really save her?" she asked, her hand tightening around mine.

"I won't give you false guarantees," I said firmly. "But I'll do everything I can-one hundred percent of what I can do. That's all I can promise."

Vrushali looked at me, a spark of determination slowly igniting in her eyes. "Okay, do it," she muttered.

"But, Vrushali-" Karna began, his voice filled with concern.

"Karna," she interrupted, her voice rising slightly. "My grandmother sacrificed so much for me. I owe her this much. And Tvarita has already saved so many people during the outbreak. We should trust her."

Her words hung in the air, the gravity of the situation settling around us.

"Please," she added softly. "Do your best."

I nodded. "I'll need some steel or sword makers, immediately," I said, already shifting into action.

Then I began my work.

"Devi, the metal workers are here," a voice called from outside the room.

I nodded, trying to stay calm amidst the chaos. As I stepped out, the sight of a small crowd gathered outside made me uneasy, but there was no time to waste. I had to save Aaji.

Aryan stood silently in the corner, watching everything, observing each move. Four or five metalworkers stood in front of me, their expressions curious but respectful.

"I need you all to make something for me," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

"What is it, Devi?" one of them asked.

I crouched down to the ground, grabbing a stick to sketch out my idea in the dirt. "I need you to make these knives-small, not too big," I explained, drawing a thin, pointed shape. "This one needs to be the size of my palm, like a scalpel." I held up my hand, showing them the precise size and shape I needed.