Saga Of The Timeless (A Mahabharata Story)

58. Drunken Chaos and Regrets

In the ashram, the Kuru princes departed alongside Karna, leaving the Pandav princes in a tense silence. They waited anxiously for Tvarita to return, each moment stretching into eternity. Bewilderment hung in the air like a thick fog, as whispers of her extraordinary powers, unmatched skills, and enigmatic secrets swirled among them. It was as if they had never truly known who Tvarita was—her identity had transformed the very fabric of their understanding.

"I can't believe Tvarita well I do not know what to even say ," Yuvraj Yudhishthir  said, crossing his arms and leaning against the stone wall, his voice laced with a hint of disappointment. He stared into the distance, wrestling with the revelation that had shaken their world.

"Varuni? Did you know about her identity?" Bheem asked, directing his gaze toward her, raising an eyebrow as if she held the key to this mystery.

Varuni opened her mouth, but words failed her. She closed it again, grappling with the gravity of what she had been keeping hidden. Her eyes darted around the ashram, as though expecting Tvarita to materialize from the shadows, explaining everything.

"I knew who she was," Varuni finally muttered, her voice barely above a whisper. "But she made me promise not to tell anyone."

"This is suspicious!" Nakul exclaimed, his voice rising dramatically, echoing off the ancient walls of the ashram.

"Of course it is! This changes everything!" Yuvraj added, throwing his hands up in exasperation. The weight of their predicament pressed down on him, and frustration bubbled beneath the surface.

"No wonder Bhrata Duryodhan and his gang of fools are furious," Nakul said, shaking his head in disbelief. "They must feel threatened."

"Did you see Angraj? He seemed especially mad too!" Sahdev chimed in, a smirk creeping across his face. "I wouldn't be surprised if he plots something ridiculous."

"Well..." Varuni hesitated, her brow furrowing in thought. "She must have a reason to hide."

"Or she's here for some secret agenda!" Yuvraj Yudhishthir interjected, his eyes widening with conspiratorial excitement. "What if she's been manipulating us this whole time?"

The atmosphere crackled with tension, each prince exchanging wary glances as they contemplated the implications of Tvarita's revelation. Suspicion began to weave its way into their hearts, challenging their bonds of trust.

"What agenda? Are you all out of your minds?" Arjun interjected, throwing his hands in the air in exasperation. His frustration was palpable, cutting through the tension like a sharp blade. "We shouldn't forget she's the one who intervened! If it weren't for her, who knows what would have happened? She saved you, Bhrata Bheem , when you were sick! She aided all of us in some way! What agenda could she possibly have?"

His words hung in the air, a powerful reminder of Tvarita's unexpected heroism. Arjun's eyes flicked from brother to brother, searching for understanding amidst their doubts.

"I don't think she has an agenda," Arjun continued, his tone softening as he sighed in disappointment at his brothers. "But she definitely has something hidden, and she must have her reasons for keeping it from us. Maybe it's something she's still trying to understand herself."

"Fine, we get that, Arjun," Bheem said, crossing his arms as he leaned back against a weathered pillar, his expression thoughtful. "But why now? Why reveal herself at this moment, after everything ?"

The room fell into silence, each prince exchanging glances, their faces a mix of confusion and concern. They were caught in a web of speculation, with the looming question of Tvarita's motives casting a shadow over their camaraderie.