Rewriting the Strings of Fate?[Mahabharat]

62: Meeting Him

Arshia sat on the ground, leaning against the huge magical tree while looking at the colours of the sky slowly losing its colour, indicating sunset. She patted the horse who sat on his knees beside her. He whimpered at the soft touch of Arshia, melting into it.

A smile made up her face as she patted him for the last time and closed her eyes, waiting for her call to the battlefield. A sudden gust of wind passed her and loud sound of impatient horses disturbed her calmness. Getting up on her feet she stared up to a huge wall separating two powerful forces.

"Uh, what's that?" Arshia stumbled back, widening her eyes at the majestic and divine force her eyes were viewing. "I will take that as my cue to interrupt the battle" She felt her lips twitch up as she climbed her house and softly pulled in ropes around the long neck of the horse.

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The sun slowly set down, marking the end of the Pandavas and Arshia's 13 years of exile. She stared up at the divine forces and due to her massive distance,all she could see was three figures, conversing with each other.

Each step of the horse wiped away the feeling of anger and revenge within Arshia's body. A warm feeling spread across her body as Bhishma's great and musculine figure came into view. Her eyes drifted to the other two males,Arjun coming into her view first.

When she turned to the other,she felt her lose control over her horse. She bit her lips to prevent her from yelling a curse out when she felt her almost slid down the horse. Stabilizing herself,she blinked to get a clear view.

Her eyes warmed at the side of Karna.

"Not the situation Arshia" She growled at herself and raised her right arm, waiting for her bow to appear as she fastened the pace of her horse.

The men turned their gazes at the deep sounds of a horse running as they saw a darkened silhouette,the only source of light being the divine bow forming in the hands of the person on the horse. Leaving the other arm that gripped the horse,she pulled the string of the bow and lift it up to release the arrow on the mixture of divine powers formed in the sky.

The source dismissed,light spreading across the darkened sky finally revealing the dark silhouette to the men in front.

Arshia put her arms down and gripped the bow with her right hand while gripping the horse with the help of her left hand. Pulling on the strings,she marched at the crowd. Stopping at a place where everyone could get her view,she climbed down and hovered her eyes over them.

"Arshia" Arjun mumbled, lowering his arms and walking to her. The proximity between the two ignited an unknown spark in Karna,an uncomfortable spark to be very clear. He cleared his throat and held his bow firmly.

She passed a tiny smile at him as she turned to them and joined her hands. Bowing her head slightly,she said

"Pranipat"

"Arshia" Bhishma mumbled in joy, walking over to the woman. Arshia took steps foreword and made her bow disappear, going on her knees. He raised his hands, blessing her with teary eyes.

"How are you dear?" Bhishma patted her head. "I have been better." Arshia said, hiding the bitterness in her tone. Oh,how she hated that her hands just don't form a knife and slit his throat open, regardless of his blessing to have his death on his own wish. How she hated that she didn't have the feeling of harsh revenge in her. How she hated to have smiled to the man infront of her.

She flickered her eyes over to Duryodhana, Shakuni and Dusshasan on their chariots. A clear expression of guilt splashed across Duryodhana's face as he bowed his head when Arshia made eye-contact with him. Her lips twitched at the sight of guilty Duryodhana.