Mahabharata- I Wish This Lasts Forever(Editing)

Chapter-50|Agyatavas-9

Uttar's POV
Feeling overwhelmed, I leapt onto my bed and buried my face in the pillows, letting my thoughts swirl around.

*"I'm Karna's sister..."*
"Is she really just a commoner? Why would she peek into Brihanala's room?"
Yet, a nagging feeling enveloped me, urging me to question. "Why do I sense that she's more than she appears?"

*"I was just afraid my brother would recognise me..." I recalled her eyes, filled with unspoken emotions.*
"Ugh, Uttar, what is happening? What are you hiding, Dhaksha? Why does my head feel like it's about to burst?"

I tossed and turned, trying to shake off the discomfort. Then, the feather chain caught my eye—my heart skipped a beat. "That feather reminds me of someone."

"Right! Devakinandan Krishn... Vasudeva Krishn, the one who defeated Kamsa. Yes, I remember him."

"I've heard stories about his sister too. The incarnation of Parvati, destined to destroy adharma. That must be why she feels so different. But why is Dhaksha here as a slave? She is known as Mata Parvati to the entire universe..."

*"I shall leave in three days. Don't worry," she had said, her expression heavy.*
"She's leaving in just three days. I have to talk to her before it's too late."

I made my way to her room, only to be greeted with an unexpected sight: Brihanala gently holding Dhaksha's hand. Concern and curiosity propelled me forward as I approached them.

"Shh, who is it?" Dhaksha whispered softly.
She looked directly at me, and I felt my hands cross tightly, a sign of my rising anxiety.

"Explain!" I shouted, my frustration spilling over.

"I can explain, Uttar. You don't need to fight," Brihanala responded, the deepness of her voice surprising me.

"What is happening here? Oh, Bhagavane, give me strength?"

"Why does your voice sound like that?" I stammered, struggling to comprehend the situation.
"This is actually his voice," Dhaksha clarified gently.
"What... uhh?" I could hardly wrap my mind around the dizzying revelations.

My heart seemed to race with every surprise.

"So, are you truly Arjuna, the legendary Gandivathari Arjuna?" My hands trembled as I asked. "And you, Dhaksha, are the wife of Pandu's son Arjuna and the sister of Devakinandan Krishn?"
"Yes, Rajkumar Uttar," Dhaksha confirmed with a kind smile.

"Wait, this Dhaksha is married? My heart couldn't handle more conflicting emotions."

"Why did Gandharaj refer to you both as slaves?" I questioned, still trying to piece everything together.
"We aren't just two; there are nine of us in total," Dhaksha replied, her voice a mix of apprehension and honesty.

My heart, please remain calm; I can feel you racing with all the surprises unfolding.

"Please, just take the shawl off your head, Rajkumar Arjuna. I know the true you, right? It feels like Brihanala is a real lady when you wear that," I said.
"As you wish," he laughed softly, and I felt a sense of relief.

What a unique family they have—Dhaksha as the respected wife, and Arjuna embodying both strength and femininity.

"Oh wait, I've heard about their remarkable children—twins, kings of the ocean."

"So, your Putris or actually Putras? Those special twins blessed by the Trimurtis?"
"Yes, they are our Putras," Dhaksha said, her eyes lighting up with pride.
"How did you come to know about the Trimurtis' gifts?" Arjuna asked, curiosity in his voice.
"The whole world knows about your extraordinary children, but I never realised they were born to you, Dhaksha," I exclaimed, my heart swelling with admiration.