Fated Hearts the Shadows of Kurukshetra

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Suyodhana pov 

I had to leave today I woke up 3hrs before sunrise because my bhanu told she would come to visit me 2 hrs before sunrise so I had to get ready . My mind , my heart and my soul didn't want to leave her alone even though it has been only a fortnight since we know each other the bond feels so secure, comforting and filled with ages of love . I hated to say but I had to leave her behind not always but for the time being I tried to convince my self . 

I had prepared something special to give her , i went to take a bath 

Bhanumati pov 

I woke up as early as I could took a bath and got dressed I was a releved after my sakhi told me that there is more than 2 hrs for sunrise . 

I had prepared a special gift for him , a necklace of pearls and blue gem exclusive to kalinga with the finest goldsmith's of the aryavart . It would look so good on his fully toned body I started to blush imagining him wearing it but the thought that he would leave today felt like someone shot a arrow straight through my heart . 

I went straight to his room because I didn't want to waste my time 

when I reached I found no one in the room I went to the balcony I found him his hair still went minimal jewels for the journey but looking flawlessly handsome . 

Tears started to fill my eyes the comfort, care and love I felt with him I am going to miss it all .I quickly turned back and wiped the tears away just as I was going to turn back around I felt his muscular hands already had me in a warm embrace from behind and placed his head at the crook of my neck . 

Universe's pov 

He pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her waist, pressing her gently against him in a soft, lingering backhug. He inhaled deeply, as if to capture every trace of her—the way her scent seemed to blend with the fresh air of the flowers, the warmth of her skin, and the faintest trace of her perfume.

Her hair, dark and silky, brushed against his face as he buried his nose in it. He could feel her breathing, steady and calm, but inside he was torn, knowing that the familiar scent of her hair, that sweet and comforting fragrance, would soon become a distant memory. He would miss it—the way it felt like home, like everything was right in the world when he was near her.

He kissed the top of her head softly, his lips lingering there as if to imprint the moment in his mind. He wanted to remember it always—the feeling of holding her close, the soft, almost bittersweet joy of being with her, even if just for a little longer.

"I'll miss this," he whispered into her hair, his voice thick with emotion. He didn't need to say more—she understood. She always understood. The scent of her hair would linger with him, like an invisible thread tying him to her, no matter how far apart they were.

But this moment, this closeness, would be something he'd carry with him, through the days ahead, until the time came when he could hold her again. And until then, he would hold on to this last memory, the scent of her hair, the warmth of her presence. He would miss it more than he could say.

They didn't realize how fast time went past it was already sunrise the time had come to let go eachother . They consoled eachother in their mind by saying they would meet soon .

Suyodhana stood beside the chariot, one foot on the edge, ready to depart, yet every part of him felt as though he were still tethered to her, to the palace that had been their world. His fingers curled tightly around the reins, but his gaze, like an invisible thread, was drawn toward the window.

He knew she would be there—she always was. His eyes sought her desperately, and there, at the great arched window of the palace, her silhouette appeared. She was standing there, watching him, her figure framed by the soft glow of the morning light. Her long hair, dark and flowing, caught in the breeze, and it seemed to shimmer like the last bit of sunlight before the stars fade at dawn.

For a long, aching moment, neither of them moved. It felt as if time had stopped entirely, as if the world held its breath, waiting for the moment they would say goodbye. Her eyes locked onto his, wide and shimmering with unshed tears, her expression a delicate blend of sorrow and something more—an overwhelming yearning, a pain that seemed to radiate from her. Her heart was breaking, yet she held herself still, her posture unyielding, like the last flicker of hope was holding her upright.

From the distance, he could see the way her chest rose and fell with each shallow breath. He saw her hand, trembling ever so slightly, resting against the window sill, her fingers clinging to it as if afraid to let go of something she couldn't keep. The wind played with the edges of her gown, but her eyes never left him—never wavered. She was trying to hold herself together, but he could see it in her face: the quiet desperation, the love that burned through every glance.

She opened her mouth as if to speak, but no words came. Instead, she brought a hand to her lips, pressing it there, as if to hold back a sob, a final cry she couldn't allow herself to release. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, the kind that stung deep within, and though she tried to smile, her lips trembled. It was a smile filled with longing, but also with an almost unbearable sadness—a farewell that was too heavy for words.

He felt his own heart break at the sight of her trying to be strong for him, for them. She wanted to say so many things, he could see it in the flicker of her eyes, but instead, she raised her hand, fingers curling in a quiet wave. The gesture was small, almost imperceptible, but to him it felt like a lifeline—like she was reaching out to him from across the growing distance, trying to bridge the gap between them.

He returned the wave with his hand pressed to his chest, his heart aching as if it would burst from his chest. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he lifted his hand to his lips, kissed his fingers, and reached them toward her—an unspoken vow, a promise that no matter how far he went, she would always be in his heart. Her breath hitched at the sight of it, and a soft tear escaped from the corner of her eye, trailing down her cheek like a river of sorrow.

Suyodhana took a long, shuddering breath, feeling the weight of their parting more than he could ever express. He knew he couldn't stay, couldn't turn back. The pull of duty, the needs of his kingdom, would not allow it. But leaving her, seeing that look in her eyes—the pain of knowing she would have to wait, that they would be apart—was the hardest thing he had ever done.

He could see the shift in her expression as he turned to face the chariot. Her shoulders seemed to sag just slightly, as if the weight of the moment had finally broken her resolve. Her fingers slipped from the window sill, but she didn't lower her hand, still holding it out, as though trying to keep a piece of him with her. Her eyes followed him, and though she no longer smiled, there was a deep, silent promise there—a promise that they would find their way back to each other.

The prince turned his face away and, with a final glance back, mounted the chariot. His heart was in his throat as he urged the horses forward. The wheels of the chariot began to turn, the sound echoing in his ears like the beating of his own heart. And even as the chariot moved, he kept his gaze on her. She didn't move, standing there at the window, her face framed by the stone, the soft light casting shadows on her sorrowful expression.

He wanted to shout, to run back to her, to hold her and never let go. But the distance between them only grew, and still, her eyes stayed with him—unwavering, filled with both love and a pain so deep he felt it in his own chest.

Suyodhana didn't know when he would see her again, but one thing was certain: her image would be with him always, and the ache in his heart would never fade. As the chariot creaked its way down the path, he whispered under his breath, I love you. And I'll return for you.

And though Bhanumati remained at the window, watching the chariot fade into the distance, she too whispered to the wind, her voice barely audible, "Come back to me. Please... come back."

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