~ An Unique Wedding ~
• Book 1 of LIFE OF PANCHALI TRILOGY •
Pandavas, the demi-gods, five most powerful warriors in the whole world faced a lot of hardships in their life. Still the brotherly bond they share with each other was unbreakable. They ha...
Conch shells blowed just after the announcer announced the arrival of the Panchal Princess coming to the arena.
Surprisingly the noisy environment turned into a pin drop silence in the arena.
And there came regally, The Panchal Princess, the famous cold hearted princess, decked up in a heavily embroidered black bridal lehenga with the finest jewelleries.
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The princes and the kings who are the contestants kept on ogling shamelessly at the beauty ahead while the royal males who came just to witness the competition, regretted badly to not take part in the ceremony.
The commoners looked with admiration at Panchali. And why not, it's their world famous princess's swayamvar and she looked no other than a Goddess.
The Panchal royal family who sat on their respective seats, looked lovingly at their daughter. Their chest puffed up,feeling proud of their daughter.
Aryan looked at Krishna, feeling unsteady. He knows the result of the ceremony. And what is waiting for his Panchu. The feeling of guilt and tension was eating him up.
What can he do to stop all these nonsense ? Nothing !!
He will have to see his Panchu undergoing a life of insult. A knot formed in his stomach thinking of the next events in his Panchu's life.
Unconsciously his palm got tightened on the handles of his seat. Precious stones pricked his palm, making it bleed.
Krishna just glanced at Aryan and shook his head thinking something.
"Don't stare at her like this Dusshasan." Karn said in a stern voice to the womanizer sitting beside him who regained his consciousness.
He considered her as his friend and until his death, he won't allow any danger come near her, let alone Dusshasan who is just a petty womanizer.
"I may not take part, Mitra." Duryodhan said watching the princess coming towards the arena.
"Your name is enlisted in the contestant list, Mitra." Karn said in return but he could understand why Duryodhan said so.
"If I did, Bhanumati would feel hurt and insulted, Mitra . She may think, not may, she will think that she can't satisfy me as a wife and hence I need another wife to replace her position in my life. And I can't allow her to think so lowly of herself." Karn smiled at his friend's words.
The world may understand him as a bad guy but he knows that how much Duryodhan loves and cares for his own people. He is more like a coconut, rough and tough from outside but soft and plump from inside.
And Bhanumati is his own wife. His beloved. He will die zillion of times just to bring a smile on her face.
His attention caught towards where his friend stood joining her hands, showing respect to one and all present here.
