When her mother was called a traitor in front of the entire Kingdom by her own father who was deceived by her own people little HIRANMAYI was heartbroken, living in the Royal Palace of vidarbh became a very big challenge and the only person she woul...
In the heart of a magnificent courtyard, the younger generation laughed and joked under the serene moonlight.
The youngest and the only daughter of The kurus, 'Dushala' requested her elder cousin Arjun to play the veena for them. Prema and Radha backed her request This made Arjun move towards the massive Veena which was placed on the podium, he sat with Grace, his fingers gently caressing the strings of the Veena.
The sound that emanated from the instrument was pure magic, Each note weaving a tapestry that resonated with the very souls of those who listened. Arjun's eyes were closed, His face serene, completely immersed in the melody he created.
But just as the harmony reached its crescendo, the tranquillity shattered like fragile glass as Duryodhan strode into the courtyard with dushasan and ashwatthama by his side, The only thing that now resonated in the Courtyard was the mocking claps. His eyes narrowed as he sneered at Arjun," Ek Yoddha ke Hath Mein Keval uska Dhanush Achcha lagta hai, Veena ki tar Nahin." He mocked as Dushasan laughed.
" aur rajkumaron Ki Aankhon Mein vinamrta Shobha Deti Hai, Ahankar Nahin!" Prema retorted, She was about to continue but radha tried to hold her off but failed as bheem did the job for her," Sangeet Ek bahut Maheen Bhasha hai, tum jaise Jad Buddhi log use samajh Nahin Payenge!"
" Ek Yoddha Ka Dhyan sadaiv Apne Shatru per Hona chahie na ki Sangeet jaise bahkave par!" This time it was Ashwathama who had opened his mouth.
" Sangeet Koi bahkava Nahin Hai Guru Putra, Sangeet se Shuddh to Atma ka koi aur pratibimb Nahin!" Arjun tried to explain but Duryodhan ignored him and continued to insult and berate him, This started a debate, which turned into a full-blown argument. It was only stopped by the king, queen, Gandhar Raj and Pitamah making the way into the courtyard.
Gandhar Raj tried to incriminate Arjun by portraying him in a bad light but Prema instantly came to his rescue and outwitted Shakuni into submission. Mahamahim Bhishm was exhausted by the two sets of cousins constantly Warring against each other and demanded that they be locked in their Chambers for the remainder of the night.
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Later that night,
Prema sat in front of her vanity, Getting ready to go to bed, She was trying to get her earring out but it fell and broke, she sighed and bent to pick it up, but before she could pick it up she felt a hand on her back and heard laughter, she turned around only to be greeted by the smiling face of her mother.
Rất tiếc! Hình ảnh này không tuân theo hướng dẫn nội dung. Để tiếp tục đăng tải, vui lòng xóa hoặc tải lên một hình ảnh khác.
Prema smiled at the site of her laughing mother, she looked the same as she had always been but nothing extravagant, Nothing queenly, just a simple beige saree with a red blouse, hair Left Open falling below her Shoulders, a chandra bindi, mangal sutra and her nath.
"Vatay ki majha aai la athavla ki tichi porgi pan aahe!" She said bitterly ( seems like my mother finally remembers that she has a daughter!)
" kunachi aathvan Yela, Tayna visralayla lagta! Ani Mi Tula Kadi visarlich naahi." ( to remember someone, you must forget them and I never forgot you.)
"Khara!" Prema exclaimed bitterly. (True!)
Her mother's eyes softened as she said, " fakt Mala usir Zala, itka ki Atta Majha portya ch porte honar aahe!" ( I just got late, so much so that this time for my child to have her child.)
Hearing this and seeing her open arms made Prema throw herself into the arms of her mother only to realise that she was imaginary and fall to the ground and her knees as she cried her heart out. She missed her mother so much!
As she cried her heart out, Somewhere far away in the palace of Dwarka, her better half was shedding tears looking at his beautiful wife crying and helpless like this.
