Chapter 43

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Rajkumar Devajyot gulped nervously as his sister stood glaring at him. In his defence, he didn't know that Priyala would go overboard in her enthusiasm.

"I didn't expect this from you bhrata. How could you? They're our guests. You should have at least remembered that. Is this any way to treat guests?" Drisana scolded him.

Devajyot only shaked his head slightly in reply.

"I'm not in a mood to translate your signs. Why did you do that? What must be Mata Kunti thinking? Is this our hospitality?" Drisana said disappointed.

"Don't worry they'll live. I'm the proof of that." Devajyot said. Of course he was. Afterall he had been eating those for years. Not all at once though.

"But why did you do that in the first place? I would have understood if bhrata Dheemant did something like this. But you? How could you?" Drisana asked stomping her foot.

"It was bhrata Dheemant's idea only." Devajyot muttered.

Drisana's mouth gapped open. She knew it.
"Bhrata Dheemant!!!"

"I don't know anything." Dheemant said immediately from behind. Drisana turned towards the rest six.

"Of course. You don't know anything. That's why you suddenly took Himani & Poornima bhabishree out. And the rest of you suddenly remembered so important works." Drisana said gritting her teeth.

"Drisana dekho, hum to kebal yeh dekhna cahte the ki Rajkumar Nakul ki pratikriya kaisa hoga agar vabhissah mein kabhi tum pakshala mein jane ka bichar karo to. Kya hai ki tum mei or Priyala mei to ak hi antar hai. Yoh galat cijo se ajib o garib vojan pakati hai or tum sahi cijo se. (Look Drisana. It was only to see how Rajkumar Nakul's reaction will be if in future you decide to enter kitchen. Because there's only one difference between Priyala and you. She makes weird foods using wrong ingredients and you, using the right ingredients.)" Dheemant said and realised his mistake too lately as Drisana frowned at him. The rest looked simultaneously at Dheemant thinking,

'Here goes nothing.'

"How mean bhrata Dheemant!!!!" Drisana cried out loud.





Krishna entered the living room of Kunti with Draupadi where the three valiant, courageous and brave heroes of Aryavart were sitting holding their stomach. Kunti was really worried. Karna hadn't said anything since lunch, Arjun was only cursing Nakul and whenever Nakul opened his mouth, the food he had consumed earlier threatened to come out. Priyala had stuffed him full to show their hospitality, refusing to hear anything.

"Poor souls. I really feel bad for them bua." Krishna said to Kunti.

"Don't pretend Madhav. You were also included in this conspiracy." Arjun groaned.

"No, no Parth. I'm at your side only. That's why I've brought juice for you. This is medicinal. Drink it. You'll be absolutely fine after drinking it." Krishna said smiling at him.

"I'm not going to eat or drink anything anymore." Arjun said.

"Drink it Arya. What you ate earlier, nothing can be worse than that." Draupadi said and handed him the drink. Karna and Nakul took their glasses without a single word. Krishna handed Nakul an extra glass as he had suffered the most. The drink was surprisingly sweet.

"God won't forgive you Madhav. How could you stood there being amused when we were tortured?" Arjun whined feeling better after drinking the medicinal juice.

"He not only took amusement from our misery, but also deliberately dragged me into the trap." Karna spoke for the first time.

"That's why he suddenly remembered his fast. I thought you're here to help us. But instead you pushed us into the well dug by Dravida princes. This is betrayal Vasudev." Nakul complained.

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