Mahabharata- I Wish This Lasts Forever(Editing)

Chapter-45|Agyatvas-4

Dhaksha's pov

I heard the soft melodies of the flute and the gentle rhythm of the tabula. As I turned to look, I saw Brihanala with her children, joyfully immersed in their dance. It truly amazed me! To see a warrior embrace such grace and passion in their movements is a beautiful sight. He is a true master of this art.

"Well, Mister Dhakshan?" Someone called me out.
"It was the evil Kichak."
"What are you doing here?" I asked, turning towards him as I raised my sword.

"I'm not here to fight, Dhakshan. I'm here to speak with my dear son, Uttar," he replied with a confident smile directed at Uttar.
"Well—" I began to respond.

"I can't leave now, Mamashree. I'm in the middle of my training session," Uttar interjected firmly.
"Then I suppose it's important to respect your Mamashree and follow his wishes," I added with a hint of authority.

"You should be grateful that I even call you Mamashree. Don't expect anything more. I apologize!" He turned away dismissively.

"These two aren't on the best of terms."

"What do you need, Kichak? You've already interrupted our training session," I said, cutting straight to the point.
"I have a question for you," he smirked, clearly enjoying this.

"Make it quick. We have to get back to training," Uttar replied, maintaining his focus.
"Remember that conversation about women and power? You mentioned something about taking control. What's your take on that, Mr. Dhakshan?" he asked provocatively.

"He remembered?"
"This whole world knows about you Mamashree. The things you have done to women here. For thou sin you have escaped because of my Mata," Uttar said.
"There is nothing wrong with ruling the weaker section. How can that be a sin?" He sat on the bench, laughing confidently.

"What do you think is not sin? Tormenting women is not sin and forcing them is not sin? Treating them badly, worse than an animal is not a sin? Even animals are better than you. Who are you calling the weaker section, women? Do you think you can withstand the pain of pregnancy?" I shouted.

Everyone around us was frozen in place. My Aarya and the others stood there, their eyes fixed on us, while Uttar was motionless.

"Are you speaking as if you're a woman who's endured this pain?" he taunted.
"I fully empathize with their struggles and truly understand their feelings. Unlike you, who seems to treat people like they are beneath you, I hold deep respect for all women, just as I do for my mother. Every woman possesses a divine power that is inherently connected to motherhood, a power that no man should ever overshadow. It's time for you to recognize this and make a change!"

"What do you want from me? You want to kill me?" he asked.

"No one can change you. Don't you worry, my dear Kichak. Your fate shall not be ended by me. The one you thought you could rule because they are weak. It shall be the reason for your end. At that time you would scream like anything but no one shall hear your scream, run everywhere but no one shall help you and at last, you would plead for forgiveness but your fate shall never forgive you that time," I shouted.

"At that time, I shall hear you scream, watch you run and see you beg. My heart shall be fulfilled then," I whispered to him.
"Training session is over!" I said to Uttar and left from there.
I hurried to the garden, feeling a mix of emotions, and gently placed my turban down.
"Dhaksha...," I heard a soft voice call from behind me, filled with concern.
I clutched my turban in my hands, anxiety coursing through me.
"It's me, Dhaksha!" Aarya called out gently, stepping closer.