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"Princess will be back?" Dherya questioned, much similar to what Bheem was to ask.
"Yes, this weekend." Rajiv reassured him.
Years had passed since Princess Indumati had departed from Dholakpur. With the loss of her mother during her formative years and lacking female guidance, the king made the decision to send Indumati to her aunt. It was during this period that Bheem discovered his majesty had three sisters, one reigning as queen in Bali, while the other two remained unknown to him. Nonetheless, he found solace in knowing that the princess resided securely within her aunt's realm.
"That's wonderful news indeed!" exclaimed a jubilant voice, filled with joy upon hearing the update.
The group turned around to behold a towering, dark-complexioned figure, the largest among them, grinning broadly.
"Oh, looks like he's finally awake! How's it going, son of Kumbhkaran?" Rajiv jeered.
"How did you know I was sleeping?" The person questioned, raising an eyebrow at Rajiv, as if he were about to toss him somewhere else.
"Isn't it obvious? Just look at the drool all over your face. You're disgusting, Kalia," Rajiv retorted, his tone filled with disgust, as Kalia wiped his mouth, feeling embarrassed.
"Dholu! Bholu! I told you both to wake me up, didn't I?" He glared at the twins, their reactions poles apart.
Dherya appeared visibly apprehensive, clearly indicating his fear, while Sourya remained as expressionless as ever.
"Ustaad! We figured you'd be super tired and exhausted, so we decided to let you sleep," Sourya explained calmly, which Bheem found quite smooth.
Another notable difference among the twins, Bheem recalled, was their contrasting abilities in persuasion. While one excelled in the art of smooth talking, effortlessly shifting blame away from himself, the other struggled to gain trust, even when speaking the truth. This stark contrast often led to the more adept twin taking charge to protect his brother. Kalia, susceptible to the charm of his sibling's words, frequently found himself deceived. Sourya, on the other hand, remained a mystery, concealing thoughts that defied understanding.
"If that's the case, I forgive you both," Kalia commented, stifling a yawn. "I wasn't in the mood for a fight anyway, especially with such great news before us."
"Isn't the weekend just around the corner?" Jaggu inquired eagerly.
"It sure is," Rajiv replied, scanning their surroundings. "No wonder there's so much hustle and bustle with all the preparations going on lately."
Indeed, preparations are in full swing. The markets are overflowing with intriguing goods, the village has been meticulously cleaned, and women have begun adorning their outer walls. Houses are aglow with the warm light of diyas, casting a festive atmosphere. Moreover, this year's harvest has proven bountiful, yielding more than a quarter of last year's produce. The village is abuzz with joy, celebrating the return of their beloved princess.
