Duryodhan's eyes filled with tears as he looked at Dushasan, his tears traced down his face as he bit his lips, his heart was burning with anger, he wanted revenge, the fire of revenge burned in his heart. "I want her to suffer mama ji. The girl because of whom my brother needs to die a death worse than the pain that he suffered!" He said menacingly, his voice taking a dangerous tone.
"That she will my child, that she will. Slowly and painfully, one after another I will take away every reason of happiness in her life, she would beg for death." He promised, his eyes moving to his unconscious younger nephew, whose all four limbs and tongue were cut. Multiple injuries marred his body, as the torture scars were marred on his body, the telltale sign of the hell that he had been through. Like his son, Shakuni loved all his nephews and the pandavas will pay for what they did.
Plans began to form in his mind, plans to make Panchaali's life a living hell, plans to make her suffer for all the agony that they were suffering because of her, he would avenge his nephew, she will pay for all his injuries, one after another.
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Panchaali lay in her bed, Krishn and others had left today. The morning picnic organized by Krishn had been fun, time with family passed so fast, she thought as she undid her earring, her eyes gazing at her reflection, she was radiating in happiness, life had been perfect for her, she just hoped nothing went wrong now.
The door to her room opened and Sehdev walked in, a smile on his face as he looked at Panchaali. "Arya?" She asked confused as she gave him a smile, he walked towards her, for some reason his mind had been not in peace, an unsettling feeling of foreboding sat heavily in his stomach. He could feel something wrong was about to happen, he moved to her and laid his hands on her shoulder, his eyes meeting hers through the mirror. He forced a smile and sighed, he didn't say anything as he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and laid his chin on her head. His body warmth easing the ball of tension that sat tightly in his stomach. He didn't say anything, just gazed at her, she lowered her gaze feeling his intense ones on hers making her squirm.
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Pandavas' Panchaali.
Historical FictionSmiles are the best illusions to hide every emotion, even pain! Happy, bubbly and joyous, words that were often used to describe Draupadi, the sakhi of Krishna. A woman who spreads joys and colours to everyone's life, but no one really knows anythi...