"cousins unite", the changed epic #2

2. veersohadari.

That night, as everybody retired to their chambers after a hearty dinner, shakuni decided to do the same mistake he'd committed that separated suyo and him further away.

Well, yes, if any of you have guessed it, then is absolutely right, to attack at night. This time, he would not go, and nore was his target krishna.

It was krishnanuja yadavkanya dwarakarathna, Subhadra.

Poor uncleji forgot who she truly was and saw our notty girl as just a young child.

"anarthjith, shakuni called a man, who appeared instently out of nowhere.

"pranipat, Gandhar raj".

He greeted and bowed, shakuni smiled slyly as he handed a sword to anarthjith, and commanded, "go, attack the pride of the yadavas. No serious injuries, just enough for the princess to make a mess and take her family away from here, from this kingdom".

Anarthjith nodded, walking away into the darkness.

His mind was, however, raising with several questions.

His heart skiped a beet when he saw krishna walked pass him. he turned back slowly and silently, noticing he was lost in thought.

He sighed in releafe as he hid behind a pillor, until krishna entered his room, leaving the doors slightly open.

Subhadra, on the other hand, lay on her bed in peace, her eyes closed in sleep.

Her chest rose and fell in a rythem and her cuteness oh it was so endearing.

As it was more than midnight now, anarthajith entered her room, tiptoing jently into her room, that she had forgotton to close.

The lamps were already put out, the guards were to change shifts. So there were no guards near the guest quarters at any time.

Before he entered, though, he scaned the surroundings for anyone in the area, awake and watching. To his releafe, there were none and so it was easy for anarthajith.

Just a stab, a slight one, and the kumari would make a seen. He'd run out the window by the time everyone would gather around her.

Anarthajith grinned to himself. He wasn't a madman to do this just upon shakuni's bidding. He had an enimity with the king of Hastinapur, for apparent reasons.

The king had with no mursy, made his wife work as a servent in this palce. His wife, whom he cherished the most. They were loborn, yes, but his wife was one among the women who carried a rare beauty within herself.

Her features were perfect, her eyes captivating, her curvs perfect, her long dark hairs reaching till her knees.

Her delicate hands were now ruff, her beauty vanishing into thin air.

Her long hairs had fallen and now were matted and unruly.

Anarthajith couldn't bare to see his wife that way and was blinded by vengeance to theking dhritarashtra.

If this attack is successful, Hastinapur will lose its fame. Everybody would hesitate to come here and stay for the night.

The kingdom would slowly crumple, he smiled with a satisfactory expression as he slowly advanced toward the sleeping princess.

He stopped for a moment, observing the peace edged unto the princess's face, and the young age she was of.

He had a daughter of this age, and for a moment, he hesitated.

What if this were his daughter and somebody else were in his place?

He shuddered.

He wasn't going to give a killing blow, but a stab for sure.