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Duryodhana POV
"Hum kya Karein?" (What should we do?) I question. "Mereko bahut chinta ho rahi hai." (I am very worried.)
"Kuch nahi hoga Duryo. Tu bekar mein hi chinta karta hai." (Nothing will happen, Duryo. You are worrying without any point.) Ashwatthama sighs.
"Tu bhi toh mere Mama Shree ko jaanta hai. Lagta hai woh kuch nahi karenge?" (You also know my uncle; do you think he will stay silent.)
"Idhaar aa." (Come here) Ashwatthama gets up and grabs my hand. He drags me out.
"Kahan ja rahein hai hum?" (Where are we going?) I ask him. He doesn't reply. Uff!
"Mere Bacchae" (My child) Mama shree calls. Oh Hell!
"Mama, Hume abhi jaldi hai. Hum baad Mein bat kartein hai." (Uncle, we are hurry right now. We will talk later.) Ashwatthama tells him and walks past him, dragging me. I stay silent, acting like I couldn't speak before he dragged me away.
"Hum abhyas kaksh ke taraf Kyun ja rahein hai?" (Why are we going towards the practice room?) I ask again but Ashwatthama keeps his silence.
Once, we enter the room I realize the Ashwini twins are practicing there. I turn to stare at my friend, Ashwatthama. he squeezes my hand before clearing his throat.
"Koi dikat thi?" (Is there a problem?) Nakul asks.
"Haan. Par aapko Vada Karna hoga, ki aap is ke baarien Mein, aap dono kisi se nahi kahenge." (Yes. But you both need to promise that you both won't tell about this to anybody.) Ashwatthama asks for their promise.
