Book Ӡ in PandavaNandini Trilogy
" Our love would remain forever, eternally going beyond the elixir of heaven and poison of hell ".
The deadliest war has come to an end , victory flag sways through the breeze leaving behind nothing but a stinging...
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-|| United Hearts ||-
In the symphony of affection, their hearts found harmony, united as one.
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In the ethereal expanse of a melancholic eve, the firmament unfurled its tapestry of silver, as if the heavens themselves were weaving tales of woe. Raindrops, like crystalline tears, cascaded from the sobbing sky, each droplet a lament. And amidst this symphony of weeping clouds, a solitary figure stood swinging his mace, his heart echoing the deluge above, his soul awash in the torrents of ache.
"There was a time," Rukmini's voice quivered, reaching out to Bhima , "when we shared the same grief, Bhrata, when Pradyumna was kidnapped, and you had parted from Ghatotkacha. I thought we were siblings, bound by an unbreakable thread of the heart, after all the conversations we had through the years. Today, in your moment of anguish, did you not think of me Bhrata?"
Her words hung in the air, suspended between them, as Bhima hesitated to turn towards her but halted his mace. The weight of his own sorrow, the burden of his perceived inadequacy, held him captive. But Rukmini, undeterred by his silence, stood resolute, her unwavering presence a testament to her understanding.
"This war is mine, Devi," Bhima whispered, his voice barely a breath, as if afraid to disturb the fragile web of emotions surrounding them.
"Have you changed so much, Bhrata?" Rukmini's voice cut through the air, sharp and poignant. "Or have I become incapable of being your sister?"
Her words pierced Bhima's heart, and he finally met her gaze, his eyes brimming with unshed tears. With a heavy sigh, he relented, his defenses crumbling before the truth of their bond.
"Bhagini," Bhima said, his voice tinged with shock, "I have become incapable, Vaidarbhi. It's not that I didn't think about you after the dice game, in the depths of the forests, or even now, after this war. You have been the sister I have always yearned for."
"Bhrata, then who bestowed upon you the authority to keep my brother way from me?" Rukmini's tone softened, touched by the affection that she knew remained steadfast within Bhima's soul. Still, she stood resolute.
"The Queen of Dwarka, she would not wish to have a man stained by failure, a man perceived as bloodthirsty, as her brother," Bhima turned to place his mace in its resting place, a feeble attempt to conceal the tremor in his voice.
"That is but your perception, Bhrata, not the truth!" Rukmini moved to Bhima. "Failed? Who taught you such a concept, Bhrata? Surely it was not Dau. You—"
Rukmini's words were interrupted as Bhima extended a hand, presenting a gleaming dagger from the table where his mighty mace lay.
"If you truly believe that I have forsaken Dau and his teachings, Vaidarbhi, then I implore you to end my life at this very moment," Bhima's gaze met Rukmini's, his eyes brimming with vulnerability.
