This is the untold story of a wife of one of the most promising and remarkable archer of Mahabharata. Karna. This girl loved him unconditionally from the very bottom of her heart and was witness of his endless pain, suffering, dilemma and agony to p...
One beautiful girl was sitting on a big tree trunk grumpily. She was seen to admire the beauty of the nature by all while in reality she was thinking deep in her mind. She was so engrossed in her thoughts that she did not pay any attention to the banters of maids or guards.
She looked at the direction of the sky and sighed softly. The red sunlight was washing over the horizon. It was dawn time. Her husband had gone to pray to his deity. Sun God. Her son too had gone with him. That boy loved to do everything his father loved to do. He wanted to follow the footsteps of his father Karna.
The maids were smiling at each other happily and greeting each other much cordially. The grutds were saying good morning to each other. People were busy in their own lives. Women in the household chores. Men with their daily routine. Animals were running freely. Birds were chirping outside. The atmosphere was soothing and gentle.
Gentle breeze of air had touched her forehead. Her locks on forehead had swinged with it. She did not pay any attention to it. She lost count of time. Her life had been stooped around the wretched day. Six years ago.
A soft sigh escaped her mouth. She put her right palm on her temple and lost in her thoughts. Once again.
Six years had passed out of blue. Her life went upside down. Yet she could not be able to forget that wretched day. For a second. She was still cursing herself. For not stopping her Supriya to donate her love for her sake!!!! Yes you all guessed it right. She was none but the adored sister of Supriya, Her Jiji, Her Goddess, the golden hearted female protagonist of our story. Devi Vrushali Padmavati herself.
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Devi Padmavati (sad)
She closed her eyes tightly. A single drop of tear emerged from her left eye and rolled down her pink cheek. She did not wipe it off. Let it roll down. Her life was not a bit easy and full of bed or roses as all thought off!!! She had to endure more pain and agony than others!!! Even more than her baby sister Supriya!!! And her dear grieving husband Karna!!! None could understand her!!! A little bit!!! This woman had to endure the loss of her ten sons and one daughter. All by herself. She was the epitome of love, simplicity, ellegance yet sacrifice!!!! Just like Supriya was epitome of love, loyalty and devotion and Uruvi of love and angry display of affection!!!!!
With another soft sigh she recalled the day when her baby sister Supriya had left them. In one sunny morning. By giving the silly excuse that she was going for 'Ashtamangala' or a scared ritual for any newly married bride. Su was not newly married then. Since the illness of Padma eight months has passed away. So Padma had realized something was amiss. Her Su had so surely some plan.
Supriya told her meekly "Main toh ja Rahi hoon, Jiji. Agya do. (I am going. Please permit me.)" She avoided her eye contact with her Jiji in the fear that she could read her mind with ease. Padma had the bad habit of doing this!!! She could read anyone's mind with ease!!!
