Rewriting the Strings of Fate?[Mahabharat]

64: Dwarka.

The yellow flags came into view as Arshia and Arjun slowed their horses down. They climbed down and looked around when a arrow struck hardly to the ground, restricting their further movement.

A smile made up Arjun's face as he looked over at the five kids. He picked up the arrow and broke it, throwing it at the kids. As a result,4 of them backed away but one of them caught the broken arrow. Arjun's eyes moistened as the kid and him walked to each other.

Arshia watched in confusion until she realised what had happened,Arjun had recognised his son, Abhimanyu. A warm feeling arose in her heart as she saw the interaction between the father and son. She smiled, clasping her hands together.

"Abhimanyu,if you hadn't recognised,this is Arshia." Arjun turned to her. Abhimanyu's eyes held happiness as he moved to her and bent down for her blessings. She smiled and blessed him.

"How are you dear?I hope everything's fine. You have amazing archery skills." Arshia put a hand on his cheek, carreseing it. The younger melted into her touch as he leaned in.

"Mata,I am fine. I hope you are fine too." Abhimanyu said,with concern. "I am fine Abhimanyu,as you can see. Don't be too tensed and don't practice archery too hard. You have to balance things,okay?" Arshia patted his head. He took her hand that rested on his head and slightly gripped it.

"Mother,I have to practice hard. I can't live knowing you were insulted so gravely." His voice was stern. Arshia sighed.

"Hatred isn't suitable dear." She flickered her eyes at Arjun. "Please meet Vasudev, Brother Arjun. I will be meeting him soon enough,you should talk to him about....more important things. I will be with Abhimanyu." She smiled at him. He smiled back, brightly.

Arjun nodded, walking over to Abhimanyu and patting his head. "I will be heading off,Arshia." He said softly as he walked off.

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"Look at this Mata! Isn't it so pretty?Mata Subhadra told me this was your favourite flower so I wanted a whole garden for you,so that when your exile is completed you would come here and rest!" Abhimanyu childishly explained.

"Yes Abhimanyu,I love it all lot. Thank you." Arshia put her hand on the his shoulder whole looking at the beautiful flowers. "Mata,are you really okay?" Abhimanyu asked, stopping in his tracks and looking up at her. She looked at him and pinched his cheeks. "Deary,I am absolutely fine. Now,stop acting all grown up,you are still in your youth."

"Mother,I am not a child!" He whined,his stern-self vanishing. "For me,you will always be a child Abhi. Even if you get married and have children,you are always a child for your mother." Arshia ruffled his hair. Abhimanyu eventually gave in.

"Angrani and Prince Abimanyu,you are requested at Princess Subhadra's chamber." A maid came in and informed. Providing her a curt nod,Arshia walked away with Abhimanyu.

"Matashree,have you met Pitash-Angraj Karna?" Abhimanyu asked, looking up at her. "Yeah,I have. But what's with 'Angraj Karna'? You were about to address him as 'Pitashree'." Arshia squinted her eyes at him.

"He is in the rival side,how I am supposed to call him pitashree? I wish he was on our side." He whined. "And you know,I haven't talked to bharta Vrishaketu in such a long time,a bit more than half a decade to be precise. I really want to meet him." His complaints continued.

Arshia smiled.

"If you love him as a father,it shouldn't matter if he is a rival. He gave you the fatherly love right?And anyways,I am sure he loves you like a son. Even Vrishaketu would want to meet you. I will make it happen,no worries." Arshia assured. His eyes widened.