051 || JαʅҽႦι BαႦყ.

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Hey Guys!!!!

Here is the fifty- first chapter.

I don't own Mahabharat.

Somebody, commented and then I realized. OH! MY! GOD! I have return 50+ chapters in this story. YAY! 🤩😍

Also, thank you for 2.9K+ votes and 28.8K+ reads. 😅🙈
Also we hit 1K+ comments. 😎🤓 

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Ananya POV

"Are, Kya Ho Gaya?" (Are, what is happening here?) Bua Kunti asks.

"Kuch nahi, Bua. Hum Ganga tat par jane ke liye taiyar Ho rahein Hain. Inhe bahar phekna pada." (Nothing, aunt. We were going to the banks off river ganga, so we had to get ready. And through these boys out.) I answer wrinkling my nose at the boys.

"Kon- Kon ja raha hai?" (Who all are going?) Pitamah asks.

"Hum sab, Pitamah" (All of us, Pitamah.) I answer pointing at all of us. "Aap log bhi aaiye ga?" (Will you guys also join us?) I question.

"Haan Haan, Pitamah, mata. Aap logon ko bhi aana chahiye." (Yes. Yes, Pitamah, mother. You guys should also join us.) Dushala agrees and the boy's nod.

"Achcha chaltein hain." (Ok. We will go.) Pitamah relents when everybody starts to beg.

All of us cheer and we girls run into the room, to get ready. I see all the elders shake their head at the excitement shown by the us.

"Didi, aapko lagta hai ki yeh achcha rahega?" (Didi, you think this is a good idea?) Dushala asks.

"Are Shala, kapde dekh toh le ek baar. Tumhare sari se jyada shrir dhakta hai mere dress Mein." (Are Shala, look at the clothes once. It covers your body more than the sari.) I answer as I look for frocks for them.

"Ek- ek kar ke khojtein hai. Aao Shala, Bhadra, madd karoge?" (We can find dresses one by one. Come Shala and Bhadra, want to help?) I inquiry

"Theek hai, Didi" (Ok, Didi) they agree and we walk to the side where long dresses were kept.

"Wah Di, aapke pas kafi kapde Hain." (Wow di, you have awfully lot clothes.) Subhadra comments.

"Humare Murli Manohar ki kripa hai." (All is by the grace of our Murli Manohar.) I answer and they laugh.

"Bolna Shala, agar koi achcha lage." (Say Shala, if you like any of these.) I instruct.

"Theek hai, di." (Ok, di.) She answers happily as we shuffle through my cupboard.

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