What if the Mahabharat was reshaped by wishes from another age?
Long ago, when Lord Ram prepared to leave for his abode, he demanded last wishes from his brothers.
Lakshman knew his motive was to protect his brother from all that he had to go thro...
The evening sun bathed the palace gates of Hastinapur in a soft, amber glow. Gandhari stood tall and poised, her blindfold neatly tied around her eyes, the folds of her regal saree rippling faintly in the evening breeze. By her side stood Vidur, his wise face calm and thoughtful, hands clasped behind his back. A handful of soldiers and maids lingered nearby, their postures betraying the quiet anticipation that hung in the air. All eyes were on the gates, which loomed large and still before them.
Suddenly, the gates creaked open with deliberate slowness, revealing a chariot rolling into the palace grounds. The horses neighed softly as the charioteer reined them in. Seated within the chariot were Kunti, her face serene yet shadowed by a weight of quiet sorrow, and Arjun, his warrior's frame unmistakable even in repose.
As the chariot came to a halt, Gandhari took a step forward. The maids and guards drew back respectfully, allowing her to approach. Her voice, gentle and warm, broke the stillness.
Gandhari :- Kunti, it feels like an eternity since you last stood here.
She said, her tone trembling faintly with emotion. Kunti descended from the chariot with Arjun’s steady hand to aid her. Her lips curved into a faint smile as she moved toward Gandhari. Without hesitation, the two women embraced, their movements both graceful and deeply heartfelt. It was a quiet reunion, their bond undiminished despite the years that had passed and the trials that had separated them.
Gandhari :- I have missed you, Kunti. So many moments, I wished you were here by my side, to share the burdens, the silence, the uncertainty.
She murmured, her voice soft yet laden with feeling. Kunti tightened the embrace briefly before pulling back, her hands still resting on Gandhari's arms.
Kunti :- I am here now, jiji. And it will be as it once was. Together, we shall find peace again.
She said, her voice low but steady. Arjun stepped forward then, his head bowed in deference. He knelt, touching Gandhari's feet first, and then Vidur's.
Arjun :- Bless me, Mata, Kaka Vidur.
He said, his voice carrying the weight of both respect and longing. Gandhari placed her hands lightly on his head, her touch as gentle as a whisper.
Gandhari :- Arjun, your presence brings hope to these halls. May you always be guided by dharm and strength.
Vidur followed, his blessings succinct but profound.
Vidur :- Rise, Arjun, Hastinapur is brighter with your arrival. You have done well to return.
He said, his voice carrying the depth of his wisdom. Vidur turned to the women, his gaze lingering on their joined hands.
Vidur :- Please come, the journey has been long, and you must rest. Let us retire inside. The palace awaits your presence, as do we.
He said, his tone both warm and firm. With that, they began to move toward the grand doors of the palace, their footsteps slow and measured. The golden hues of the evening faded into the soft shadows of dusk, but within the palace walls, a sense of renewal stirred with each step they took.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
