MIRAGE OF HEARTSTRINGS

OVERCAST OF NIMBOSTRATUS

The Maharaj of Indraprastha stare at the small hand that is grabbing the arm of eldest Kaurava, ocassionally rubbing in between, like trying to soothe his soul. Though Yudhishthir should not mind this and definitely should not stare at couple's moment........that too without blinking which is scary and creepy at the same time cause if someone noticed it, they would surely target him with false accusation of 'Maharaj Yudhishthir was staring at Maharani of Hastinapur with bad look in his eyes'

But they don't know that he isn't even glancing at her instead........

"I will come later, Arya. Please enjoy you all" The gentle voice of Maharani of Hastinapur whispered into the ear as she look at her husband who nodded at her, making her leave from there but not before twice squeezing his arm lightly. Well, isn't it amusing that she tried to leave a mark on his arm but couldn't..............when he easily left his fingerprints on his wrist.

"Jyeshthshree, come the meal is ready"

"Yeah sure"

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"Come Duryodhana"

"Yeah, coming" It was when the day meal started when Duryodhana felt the stare on himself leaving. Despite the confusion, he still didn't turned towards the stare to find who was staring at him with such piercing gaze.

While walking with his friends, Duryodhana again felt stare on himself but this time he looked towards the direction to find who is it? but to his utter surprise, there is no one who is looking towards him making him confuse. Has he misunderstood? But his senses aren't that full for a warrior. Then? Is it-

"Aye, Duryodhana, come fast"

"Hmm" forget about it. Maybe he truly thought too much because of yesterday.

After lunch, Duryodhana find himself listening to bhanumati's rabbling and explaining about how everything is mehendi was done and how many things happened there, who made fun of whom, how they enjoyed. It seems everything went well and that's why Duryodhana found himself sipping on his tea while going towards his room by corridor while his wife has been dragged away by the group of ladies.

Though he didn't thought his quiet and peacefully going evening would halt just a mere presence of someone as he found himself standing on the shadow of a very recognisable figure.

"Arjuna"

A nod of acknowledgement came from the said Archer but he didn't moved from there to leave making the eldest Kaurava curious, though the curiosity remained covered by the veil rather than showing on surface as he himself decided to leave from there, if the Archer isn't going to.

His steps halted when he noticed the movement of lips as if the third Pandava wanted to empty his word brimmed throat but since not even a whisper entered the corridor, so the Maharaj of Hastinapur also didn't forced it out, leaving from there without futher stops.

Just as his steps entered the room, Duryodhana took a deep breathe, finding himself comforted by the room his known as comfort place as he moved towards the balcony of his room, noticing the tea still in his cup.

Taking a sip of tea, he tried to soothe his dry throat before his eyes caught a figure in the garden making him frown until his eyes relaxed finding it is just his eldest best friend who is taking a troll around the garden. While there is no denying that Radheya likes nature, he never thought karna to be like this in the place he never like from starting until he see a very known presence entering the garden from behind making the eldest kaurava confuse.

His best friend turned around, feeling a new presence behind himself only to let out a whisper, which fortunately or unfortunately echoed in the silence.

"Rajkumari Shikhandi"

The said warrior Rajkumari nodded her head, looking straight into the Bhargava Shishya's eyes until his best friend himself broke the eyes contact, taking steps towards the exit of garden.

For a while Duryodhana contemplated if he should leave from there but got answer when he hear a lady's voice whisper into the thin air.

"Wait!"

Duryodhana glanced at the halted steps of his best friend who trun towards the Rajkumari as she murmer out "please" making Vasusena face her fully while Duryodhana took the decision of leaving the scene from here.

While he entered his room, closing the balcony's door, he couldn't help but to face the appearing moon, unknown of the fact that this same moon his stared at by another one of his known figure, before Duryodhana went towards his bed to take a short nap.

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"Now we will also go for rest, Jyeshthshree"

"If need us, please call us"

"Yeah, my room is right beside"

The Eldest Pandava whispered back to his brothers before he found himself alone inside the luxury room.

Slowly walking towards his bed, he felt cold breeze caressing his hair as he turn towards the window, leaning towards it to take a look at the sky from where the night moon is emerging, all shiny like as if it has just basked in silver water.

The morning he stare at the moon, the more it slowly changed into eye of a very known figure until the moon fully took the figure's face making him breathe out "why did I thought about you like that in morning?"

He couldn't help but to look at his palm which has gotten nails marks by clenching his first tightly that it still hasn't left from morning.

Closing his palm, he couldn't help but to get angry on himself, not knowing why he is behaving like this?.............It makes his heart pound furiously without any known reason.

The feeling that is still drown down deep but is slowly taking its place on surface making him feel itchy, he wants it gone but he does not want that too.........it makes him feel warm on inside.

A bitter sound left his throat as he glanced at his reflection in the window glass, angry at how his reflection looks so much different from his reflections up until now, like.........as if it is a new person he couldn't recognise himself.

A knock on the door paused his heart from fully burning as he mutter out the permission, only to notice how hoarse his voice sound like he has been crying from hours as he clears his throat "come in"

"Long Live Maharaj! This warm water and some snacks are sent by Maharani and Mata Gandhari"

"Dhanyawad (Thank you)"

The maid left the room, closing the door a he drink the warm water, feeling as if his throat is being grateful for his this gesture and he couldn't help but to shake his head before deciding to check some of his papers to distract himself from non-purpose emotions. Beside at night, the Sangeet ceremony will take place, so he needs his mind sane to face all the politically related people.

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