The Red String Of Fate

Episode 126...

Third person....

**Nakul's POV**

Nakul knelt by the riverbank, his hand trembling as he stared at his palm. The same hand that had struck her. The memory of her eyes, wide with shock and pain, haunted him.
*"What have I done?"* he whispered, his voice breaking. "How could I? She called me Arya... and I repaid her with this."

Rani's voice echoed in his mind, the warmth with which she had once spoken his name, the pride she carried in their bond. And yet, in one moment of heated arrogance, he had broken something sacred.

"She trusted me," Nakul muttered, his tears falling freely. "She loved me, and I... I proved myself unworthy."

He gazed into the water, his reflection distorted by the ripples. He had always prided himself on being the gentle one, the one who could never harm her. And now? He was no better than the man who had hurt her before.

**Sahadev's POV**

Sahadev watched his elder brother in silence, his own heart heavy with guilt. He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms as he replayed every moment leading to this disaster. Sahadev had always been the quiet observer, the one who noticed the small things. He had seen the pain in Rani's eyes long before tonight, but he had said nothing.

*"I failed her,"* he thought bitterly.

He remembered her small gestures-how she had tended to him when he was injured, how she had always ensured he never felt overshadowed by his elder brothers. And what had he done in return? Stood by silently as their egos tore her apart.

*"Arya,"* her voice echoed in his mind, soft and trusting. A title she had given him, not out of obligation, but out of love. He didn't deserve it. Not anymore.

**Bheem's POV**

Bheem slammed his fist against the nearest tree, the bark splintering under his strength. He had always been the protector, the one who prided himself on keeping her safe. And yet, when it mattered most, he had let his anger and pride consume him.

"She flinched," he whispered, his voice a mixture of disbelief and despair. "She was afraid of me."

Bheem had always been her shield, the one she turned to when she felt vulnerable. But tonight, she had recoiled from him as if he were the enemy. The image of her backing away, her eyes wide with hurt and fear, was seared into his mind.

*"Arya,"* she had called him with such warmth once. But now, that word felt like a blade, cutting into his very soul.

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**Arjun's POV**

Arjun stood silently, his bow in hand, his knuckles white as he gripped it tightly. He had always thought of himself as her pillar, the one she could lean on when the world grew too heavy. But tonight, he had been nothing more than another force pulling her down.

He had seen the devastation in her eyes, the way she had looked at each of them as if they had betrayed her in the worst possible way. And they had.

*"She deserved better,"* he thought, his heart aching. "Better than all of us."

Arjun thought of her smile, the way her eyes lit up when she spoke of the small joys in life. He had taken that away from her. They all had.

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**Yudhishthir's POV**

Yudhishthir sat apart from his brothers, his head bowed in shame. He, the eldest, the one who should have been her anchor, had failed her most of all. His pride, his ego, his unyielding sense of righteousness-they had all contributed to her pain.