THE CHARMER • ♘ Mahabharat fanfiction ♘

[𝟐𝟎] ~ ☆ 𝐓𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐒 ☆

श्रीराधायै नमः

With the new day's sun, Deelaksha and his brother Dikshith arrived at the grand gates of Hastinapur. Before them stretched a city alive with color and movement, the streets were vibrant, bustling with life, as if the city itself was preparing to embrace their arrival. The ancient walls of the palace rising proudly under the sunlight.

They barely had time to absorb the majesty of it all before they spotted Duryodhan, flanked by his brothers, approaching with purposeful steps to welcome them.

Duryodhan stepped forward, a faint smile hinting with both authority and warmth. His eyes gleamed with pride as he raised his hands in greeting "welcome to Hastinapur" he intoned, his voice steady and rich, resonating with the dignity of his lineage and the camaraderie of kinship. With a respectful nod, he performed their tilak, sealing their arrival with tradition and honor. As they walked inside, Deelaksha couldn't help but feel the significance of the moment, it was a gathering powerful enough to blend different destinies.

Sitara was plucking some flowers and knelt among the roses carefully, plucking the most vibrant blooms. When she felt a shadow fall over her and instinctively, she grabbed the intruder's hand and with a swift twist she brought him down to the ground.

"अरे, रुको!" the voice yelped, a mix of surprise and laughter. (Hey, stop!)

Sitara's eyes widened as she recognized Deelaksha lying on the grass, grinning up at her, clearly amused by her 'greeting.'

"Oh no!" she gasped, immediately letting him go and stepping back "म-मैं... मुझे प्रतित हुआ कोई चोर है!" (I-I thought there was a thief!)

Deelaksha propped himself up on his elbow, still grinning as he rubbed his wrist "क्या बात है, सितारा! मुझे तो ज्ञात ही नहीं था कि तुम इतनी प्रचण्ड पहलवान हो।" (Wow Sitara! I had no idea that you are such a fierce wrestler)

He continued his teasing "शायद मेरा अपने अस्त्र-शस्त्र छोड़कर तुझसे पहलवानी सीखना अधिक उचित होगा!" (Perhaps it would be more appropriate for me to put down my weapons and learn from you!)

She blushed, folding her arms with a mix of embarrassment and defiance "यदि ऐसे चुपके से आओगे, तो मैं और क्या करूंगी?" (If you come sneaking up like that, what else am I supposed to do?)

Deelaksha laughed finally getting to his feet, and brushing the dirt off his clothes he took a playful step closer to her "अच्छा? तो इसका अर्थ यह है कि यदि मैं पुष्प लेकर आऊँ, तो शायद स्वागत और अधिक... प्रियजनक होगा?" (Oh really? So that means if I'll bring flowers, the welcome will be even more... affectionate?)

Sitara huffed, tossing a rose in his direction "वह तो तुम सोचो परंतु यदि फिर से ऐसा किया तो याद रखना, अगली बार हडि्डयां सच में टूट जाएगी, फिर पुष्प भी उठा नहीं सकोगे!" (You think about that, but if you ever tried to do something like that again then remember, next time your bones will actually break, and you won't even be able to pick up the flower!)

Deelaksha caught the rose in his hand with a grin, twirling it in his fingers, being clearly delighted as he watched her walking away "मुझे केवल तुम्हारे समक्ष दण्डित होने में कठिनाई है। तुमसे पीटना तो मैं अपना सौभाग्य समझूँगा।" (I only have a problem with getting beaten in front of you, but if you're the one beating me, then I would consider it my good fortune.)