MIRAGE OF HEARTSTRINGS

WEAVED SWORDS

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"what?"

"Pranipat Rajkumar Bhima, Maharaj is asking for you presence"

"................I will be there in time"

"Ji"

The sound of footfalls of servant echoed inside the dark room.

The vast ceiling printed with victories of histories and beauty of Aaryavarta's culture. The large, strong walls with long open curtains beyond which lies the outer world. The essence of jasmine and cypress that lies in the corners of room. Fresh fruits decorated in the basket on pine made furniture.

Yet nothing to help over the suffocation laying inside the room for the Second Eldest Pandava.

A sigh came from the middle of bed where the Victorious Mace-fighter is laying on the luxurious silk bedsheet which gave no comfort to the royals.

The dark eyes strained on the ceiling before looking towards the weapon carefully laid down on the soft cushion table, recalling the past of weapon fight before halting his thoughts on the certain someone's figure as a taunt echoed in his mind 'well-well, aren't you thinking of me when you swear to hate me to core?' making him close his eyes.

Hate?

Did he hated him?

Was it even hate? Or did he never tried to comprehend his own emotions?

The second eldest Pandava sit up, rubbing his face with his palm while gritting his teeth.

When did he started thinking about emotions this much? Infact when did he ever tried thought this much? Why did he started thinking like this? Or when did he started thinking like this?

Maybe from four years ago, when everything went spiral by a storming incident that no one envisioned. All just because of one man and his family......or was it just a man to them?
To him?

Maybe it was confusion, running, ignorance or denial but now........even if he won't spoke, somewhere in his heart, he wishes for the defiant and stubborn man to be alive.

The only man to be his equal. The man who made it worth to have him as his enemy with feelings no enemies should have.

Maybe at some point, he also wished for the man to feel same as him. However, would it had changed anything if the man had felt such emotions? If the man knew about the second Panduputra's feelings? Had the accident never happened?

Too late.

Now, it is too late to think like that. But he couldn't help with thinking if he could stop the time and change everything. But what could he even do?

Would he had been happy if he would had realised such emotions before and saved him while watching him live happily with his wife and son, but far away from him?

A bitter sneer left the mace-fighter's mouth knowing how much of a lie he is telling to himself.

Just like always.

It is still a wonder that he never knew he could fall in love before going to RakshasVan but Was that love? It didn't hurt like now.

Stupidly enough, the person who made him realise that he is capable of feeling such emotion came from the most defiant person and the ene- whatever the person was to him but now it has changed.

However he never get to ask ask the most important question.
Why him?
Why a man?

The fact that love itself is a blessing and sin at this time, he fall in love with whom? A man. A curse that will keep him burning forever.