I know it is late. But I am sorry! My laptop broke. And the draft was here.
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Third POV
In Hastinapur
As the royal family sat for lunch, eagerly waiting for the return of the Kaunteya's, Kunti and Duryodhana. They were due to return any time today.
A solider entered the dining room, "Maharaj Ki Jai!" (May the King live long.)
"Bolo Sanik, Kya baat hai?" (Say, solider, What is it?) Maharaj questions.
"Maharaj, Varna Vat se Shireman Purochan, aap se milne aayein Hain." (My Majesty, Sir Purochan is here from Varna Vat, he has come to meet you.)
"Unhe bhej do, undar." (Send him in.) Maharaj orders.
"Maharaj Ki Jai Ho!" (May the King live long.) A shabby man in his early forties enters the room, and bows, as much as his fat stomach could allow of course.
Maharaj nods, slowly, he was confused and fear was clenching his heart.
"Maharaj, is sevak ko maaf karein par main aaj main ek behad buri khabar le kar aaya hoon." (My king, pardon this servant of yours, but today I have brought a very bad news for you all.) Purochan begins.
"Kya keh Rahe Ho tum, Purochan?" (What are you talking about, Purochan?) Maha Mahim asks him sharply.
"Maha Mahim, is sevak ki kismet achhi nahi hai. Aap sab ke pass pehli baar aya Hun, aur wo bhi itno buri khabar le kar." (Maha Mahim, this servant of yours does not have a nice luck. I have come to you all for the first time in my life and brought with me, such bad news.) Purochan fakes crying.
"Baat Kya hai, Purochan spasht spasht samjhao." (What is point, Purochan, talk about it clearly.) Maharaj says, his voice loud and commanding.
"Maharaj, Kal Varna Vat me ek hadsa Hua. Kuch nahi bacha Maharaj, Kuch nahi. Sab jal kar rakh Ho Gaya." (My king, there was an incident in Varna Vat, yesterday. Nothing was left, my king, not even one thing. Everything burnt to rashes.) Purochan cries.
