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There are two primary choices in life : to accept conditions as they exist or accept responsibility for changing them - Devakinandana Vāsudeva Krishna.
"You know what is right and what is wrong, husband," She said softly, looking into his dark eyes filled with emotional turmoil, "But be assured that you would have take responsibility for your actions."
Radheya glanced at the child, Arjuna's son, sprawled on the ground bleeding from various places. His beloved wife's words, spoken when he broke down in front of her after he found out his birth truth, played ceaselessly in his mind.
Her voice had been firm and unyielding that day. She had given him the strength he had needed to make the decision to stay with Duryodhana till the end. But...this?
He gulped, wondering if he could watch his nephew's death, so near to his eyes. Should he interfere? But hasn't this boy killed his beloved Laxmana?
'What actions you take, remember you would be liable for it,' Radheya thought, a frustrated sigh escaping his lips. Closing his eyes, he made a decision.
He just hoped his darling wife would support him in this, otherwise, he had no idea how he would deal with the mess he was about to create.
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