It is a story about a girl from Kaliyuga,
who time traveled to Dwaparayuga .
Where her life became chaos and now let's see how she became the only reason of the union of Kauravas and Pandavas.
Here only four kauravas will be there with six pand...
The journey back to their modest mudhouse was silent, save for the gentle rustle of leaves underfoot and the occasional soft sobs Rani couldn't suppress. Each of her husbands stayed close to her, their protective presence surrounding her like a fortress. Bheem carried her gently in his arms when her bruised feet faltered, his expression softening every time her head rested against his chest.
When they finally reached their humble dwelling, Arjun carefully guided her to sit on a woven cot, his hands as he reached for bowl of water. Nakul and Sahadev hurried to gather herbs, their shared knowledge of healing driving their movements.
"Rani," Sahadev murmured softly, Kneeling before her, "we'll clean your wounds. It might sting a little, but I promise we'll be as gentle as possible"
She nodded faintly, her silence tearing at their hearts. As Sahadev began cleaning her bruises, Nakul dabbed her swollen wrists with a cool, damp cloth. His touch was feather-light, his eyes brimming with unshed tears.
"I should've been there" Nakul whispered, his voice barely audible."You've always been our strength, but we failed you when you needed us most"
Rani opened her mouth to speak but found herself overwhelmed. Instead, she reached out and lightly placed a trembling hand over his, her touch conveying more than words ever could.
Yudhishthir stood nearby, his arms crossed, his face shadowed with guilt. "The exile... It was supposed to protect everyone we love, not leave them vulnerable. We'll never leave you alone again, Rani. Never"
Her gaze lifted to meet his, and for the first time that night, her lips parted into the faintest hint of a smile-a bittersweet acknowledgment of his words.
Karn sat at her other side, his presence steady and comforting. He took her hand gently in his, his thumb brushing over the faint marks on her skin. "you have no idea how much you mean to us, Rani. Seeing you like this...it's unbearable. But you're here now, with us, and we'll never let anyone hurt you again"
Rani tears began to fall again, but this time they were tears of release. She looked around at each of them, her heart aching but also swelling with the love that radiated from her eleven husbands.
"Do you still see me the same?" she whispered, her voice cracking. "I feel... broken
Arjun knelt before her, cupping her face gently, careful not to hurt her bruises. His eyes shimmered with raw emotion. "You are not broken, Rani. You are the strongest, most beautiful women I have ever known. You faced him and escaped, and that takes courage greater than any battle we've fought"
Bheem's deep voice rumbled from where he stood, his fists clenched at his sides. "No matter what, you're still ours. No one can take that from you"
Duryodhan stepped forward then, his intense gaze looking at hers. "You are our Queen, Rani. Not just in title, but in our hearts. Nothing and no one can ever change that."
Her tears fell freely now, but for the first time that night, they were tears of hope. "I don't know how to thank you," she whispered.
"You don't need to," Yuyutushu said, his voice steady yet tender. "All we want is for you to feel safe, loved and cherished. That's all we have ever wanted"
Ashwathama, who had been silent until now, finally stepped closer. "Let us carry your pain, Rani. Let us share your burden. You're not alone anymore"
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