Saga Of The Timeless (A Mahabharata Story)

93. Epilogue 2

7 months since arrival in kalyuga ........

I watched the sun dip behind the horizon, casting a golden hue over the city as I sat in the quiet solitude of my office at my home. It was a fleeting moment, the kind that seemed so rare amid the whirlwind of my life. This office, once used by my late grandfather, had always felt like a safe space, but today, it felt strangely empty, as if the walls were closing in on me. The silence was deafening.

Today, I completed the ninth month of my pregnancy, and I was surprised. Triplets are usually born earlier, yet my children weren't ready to leave. My body felt heavy with the weight of anticipation, but my heart carried an even greater burden.

Arjun. I missed him so much today. I missed the way his presence had filled every corner of my life, the warmth of his love that once enveloped me like a comforting blanket. As my hand gently stroked my belly, my thoughts drifted to him, to the life we might have shared, to the future we had planned—now slipping further away with every passing day.

I had survived these months, these long, isolating months, on his memories. On the warmth of the moments we shared—our stolen glances, our whispered words, the promises we had made.

 But now, those memories were becoming more distant, like faint echoes from another lifetime. A part of me wondered if he was out there, somewhere in the divine realm, watching me.

 Perhaps he was waiting for the day when our souls would meet again. I clung desperately to Krishna's promise, the hope that our love transcended time and space—that someday, in some distant future, we would be reunited.

Anjali, always perceptive, noticed the faraway look in my eyes. She had been with me through every step of this journey, always by my side, a constant in the chaos. "You thinking of him again?" she asked, her voice soft and understanding.

I nodded, unable to put into words the depth of what I felt. I had told them about Arjun—the father of my children, the man I had loved so deeply. The whirlwind romance that had consumed me. But there was so much I hadn't said, so much they couldn't understand. I hadn't told them about my journey through the Deepuryug, of course. Who would believe such a thing?

Raghav, ever the straightforward one, entered the room and raised an eyebrow at me. "Don't get lost in your head, Tvarita. He's not here, but you've got a whole future ahead of you."

His words, though harsh, cut through the fog of my thoughts. I smiled faintly, trying to ground myself. "I know. But it's hard... it's hard to let go of someone who meant everything."

The room fell into a heavy silence, and the weight of the unspoken words between us hung in the air. Anjali and Rocky had become my family, the ones who had supported me when I had no one else. And yet, there was still a part of me that felt empty, a void that Arjun had left behind. It was as if something—someone—was still missing from my life.

I thought about Lord Rama. His journey, his sacrifice, his unwavering devotion to truth and duty. He had fought for Sita with such courage and love. In my moments of deepest sorrow, I often wondered what it would have been like to have Arjun by my side, fighting for love, for justice, just as Rama had fought for Sita.

 But that wasn't my reality. My reality was this—Nine months pregnant with triplets, carrying the divine legacy of Arjun and me, yet bound by a life I had to live without him by my side.

As I ran my hand over my swollen belly, the weight of my children growing inside me felt both a blessing and a challenge. I knew the universe was giving me a sign. A sign that no matter how hard it was to let go, my purpose was not just in the past—it was in the future, in the lives of the children I was about to bring into this world.