Not in Blood, but in Bond

The deadly War, the one that was bound to happen, to avenge the humiliated and set Dharm on the soils of Aryavart, the one that left nothing but cries for widows and kids in its wake, has started.

It is the thirteenth day of the Kurukshetra War when just like Pitamah Bhishm, the ethics and rules of War lay in its ruins and trapped in the Chakravyuh is one of the bravest warrior of all the time, with his eyes closed and refusal to beg etched on his face, awaiting the final blow that would end his pain along with his life.

The wait seems eternal, because the blow never comes, instead he is being whisked away on a horse, feeling safe in those strong arms.