Abhimanyu pov
Kakashree and pitashree are starting to gather our allies to form an army for the mahabharat war and I haven't gotten anywhere near saving tatshree!
What should I do?!? Should I tell pitashree? No what if he doesn't believe me? Pitamahi? Definitely not! I can't never face her after learning what she had done to tatshree!
Then whom should I go to?!?!?
I KNOW!
The one who everyone goes to when they're stuck somewhere
Mamashree
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After a while of searching I finally found mamashree in the royal garden, playing his flute.. everything was so calm and perfect as if the plants were also dancing to the enchanting music of mamashree's flute..
I stood in front of mamashree and was about to open mouth when, as if sensing my presence, mamashree stopped playing and opened his eyes
"What brings you here abhi?" Mamashree asked with a mischievous smile while patting the seat next to him, indicating me to sit beside him
"You know exactly what's bothering me, yet you still ask mamashree" I said with a pout
Mamashree chuckled
"What can I say, I just like to hear others talk even when I know everything" mamashree said innocently
"Angraj, I don't want angraj to die"
Mamashree smiled
"Then tell parth abhi"
"I-I can't"
"Why not? Are you afraid he won't believe you, or that it will make things worse"
"Well yes and and also because someone made me promise not to tell anyone" I said glaring at mamashree
"Hey! Don't get me wrong! A lot of things could've gone wrong If I hadn't made you promise that! And it wasn't your secret to reveal in the first place" Said mamashree looking serious towards the last sentence
"Then what should I do??" I asked desperately
"There is someone who can tell everyone though-.."
"Pitamahi"
I whispered with wide eyes, realising who mamashree was talking about
"I knew you'd get it abhi!"
"B-but mamashree how can I face her?! And what will I tell her, that 'oh one day I was going to meet you but then I decided to eavesdrop and ended up hearing the biggest secret of your life!"
Mamashree laughed slightly seeing me panicking
"Oh abhi you don't need to be so dramatic" while laughing
"Says the god, of being dramatic himself"
I muttered under my breath
"Well you got that half right" krishna said mischievously hearing what abhimanyu said
"And when it comes to bua, just tell her everything honestly because the dilemma you are facing, trying to face bua, is exactly whats stopping pitamahi from facing vrisha" said mamashree sincerely this time
"Even if I tell pitamahi everything, do you think pitamahi would risk putting everything on stake and reveal the truth?"
"That is bua's decision what to do and your duty right now is to tell bua everything. Abhi, I can't tell you if bua will agree or not, but one thing I can say is that a secret can never remain hidden, even if it takes time the truth will have to come out sooner or later, the truth doesn't cost anything but a lie could cost you everything"
"Come on now, off you go!" Mamashree urged me, once again lightning the mood and pushing me towards the exit
I got up and made my way to pitamahi's chambers
Should I really go? After all mamashree knows what he's doing, he's never wrong! But a part of me feels nervous, *mental sigh* ok abhi you got this! I have to tell pitamahi! I can't be like her and see tatshree getting hurt just for the sake of being scared to accept the truth!
I tried to encourage myself
Before long, I stood at the gate of pitamahi's chambers, readying myself before I go in..
To be continued...
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