The pandavas smirked as they watched the author sleep. "NIKI! " The five shouted together making her sit up, "Yes! Yes! I am awake, where's the fire?!" She asked frantically as she tumbled out of the bed and fell on the ground, the five laughed making her glare at them.

"What is it with you guys and not letting me sleep?!" She grumbled as she got up from the floor scratching her head, "Just wanted to say a very good morning!" Nakul smirked, she shot him a glare, "Who says good morning like this?!" She snapped as she moved out of the room. "We do!" Arjun said making her glare intensify.

"What do you guys want so early in the morning??" She questioned annoyed, "When are you making me the king again? " Yudhisthir asked, she stopped as she turned around, making the pandavas freeze, "You woke me up so rudely to ask that?!" She snapped, "uh yes, seems pretty important to us. " Sahadev said making her groan, "You guys are such a pain!" She grumbled, "So are you, did  we say anything? No. So you too don't grumble."  Bheem teased back making her role her eyes.

"Buzz off guys go annoy your wife, don't you have to like kiss her or something?" She said as she cupped water in her hands and washed her face, rubbing the sleep away. "We will once you tell me when you're releasing book two!" Arjun said excitedly. "I am excited to be a ruthless king instead the one with dharma!" Yudhisthir exclaimed.

"She will hate you in that story." She shot back, "Than you will make her fall in love with us! " Bheem exclaimed excited, "I am more excited for Paarth's Paarthvi, I get to move to modern era! Fall in love with Paarthvi!" Arjun said dreamily, "Than get kicked back in past with no memory of Paarthvi, where people from future than come to your past, 5000 years ago to destroy Mahabharat!" The author shot back, "Doesn't matter just look at how hot I will look in that story!" Arjun replied excitedly as he showed her a picture in his phone.

"Whatever." She said rolling her eyes, "get the book published! My time travel love story!" He exclaimed making her role her eyes. "Don't forget book three of the Panchaali in disguise!  We'll be mafia men! I'm hella excited to shoot some heads!" Nakul said excitedly, as he looked at their picture.

The author rolled her eyes, she was one and books are so many, how does one make this men understand!

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o things are going to be different in the war this war of Mahabharata ends with Dushasan, Duryodhan in my book dies instantly after Dushasan,followed by Karn and mamashree. Ending the rest. None of the pandav children die. . .

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Tears filled Panchaali's eyes, she really didn't know how to feel, her heart hurt, her chest ached for whom? She questioned herself as the chariot moved towards the battle filed, her face an expression less mask.

Dushasan's scream had her looking up, storm of emotion raging in her heart as she watched Bheem fist his hair in his hand and began dragging him, his screams of pain reverberating the battle field as  hers had in the dyut sabha when she was dragged. Bheem glared at the man, the man who had dared touch his wife, his fury driving him at the brink of menacing deeds, all he could hear was her screams as moments after moments of dyut ran through his mind.

Panchaali looked at his face, her heart bleeding in pain,he was looking for mercy, for help, the way she had that day.

Bheem pushed him on the hard ground making him scream once again, he fisted his hair making him look up, the way Panchaali had once she was fallen.

Vrikodar's eyes fell on his hands, he growled as he took both his hands in his, hands that had dared touch the one woman he loved and cared more than life for, he gave a loud cry as he pulled the hands off their sockets with his great might,  blood soaked in the ground as Dushasan just screamed like a banshee, pain and agony flaring in his body as he cried and begged, but it was like Bheem couldn't even hear him, all he could hear were her questions, her screams when she would wake up shivering and trembling, for Kauravas the dyut was over that very day, but for him and his brothers they had to face the consequence everyday, they had to watch her cry, watch her wake up screaming to the nightmare, watch her sit like a dead days together. His eyes fell on his wife, today too she looked dead, his eyes focused on Dushasan as the two looked at the crying and bleeding man on the ground.

He was almost dead, his screams were soul piercing as Bheem with his bare chest tore his chest open, warm blood bubbled out, he cupped the blood in his hands and washed her hair, her soul chilled as she felt the thick hot blood being poured on her head.

She looked at him and back at her husband, tears tracing down her cheeks, what had the war made them?Animals? Or even worse than that, she didn't want to think about anything,she wanted to forget everything. One deed of Kauravas,and it resulted the destruction of everything and everyone, with no one around them. They were alive, she was alive but she didn't feel alive.

Bheem washed her hair with his blood, trying to wash away the touch of Dushasan, that he felt on her everyday since the dyut.

He cupped his blood to drink, "He was your brother." She whispered her voice was barely audible but to Bheem, it felt like she had screamed, the blood fell from his hands as he looked down at the bloody butchered man on the ground, his brother, yes they were brothers.

He screamed as the dam of emotions broke free, he cried, she too cried, Duryodhan, Karn and Shakuni too cried,  the rest of pandavas and uppandavas too wept. No matter who was killed, it was their family that died, a war that slaughtered every relationship that day.

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After the Great War that nearly destroyed humankind and humanity alike, Kurukshetra was silent! The battle had come to an end and the war ground was strewn with bodies of royal and commoners alike. The Pandavas were not rejoicing their win. Rather they were devastated at the destruction that a single war had caused. Stunned and speechless, they scanned the ground for people in need of help. So much destruction was caused by them, so many deaths by their hand, not one alive, not many survived.

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anchaali walked to her tent, she was soaked in blood from head to toe, Dushasan's blood, her soul chilled as she heard Gandhari's scream penetrating the sky, penetrating the night sky, chilling her heart, she could just imagining what she might be feeling, deaths of so many sons and one brutally killed.

Pandavas watched their wife as she sat in the tent, her face expression less. Bheem entered the tent once he had bathed and cleaned himself, he looked at her, she sat there with no expressions on her face what so ever, a huge golden tub set in between the tent. He wrapped his hand around her wrist and pulled her close to the bathtub making her sit down in the tub.

She shut her eyes as she felt water being poured on her, washing away all the blood and grim, and with it washing away all the bad memories, the memories of dyut that tortured her day and night. Killing her everyday from within. She felt free from the clutches of fear and terror, she felt lighter as she freed herself of all the grief and suffering.  She shuddered as she looked up at him,his eyes were looking intently at her, she was now clean, free of every bad memory and suffering.

His hand travelled to her saree making her heart beat in her chest crazily as he disrobed her off the wet bloody saree. He picked her in his arms, her eyes not leaving his as he carried her to the bed, he laid her down as he cupped her cheek making her turn to him, her eyes meeting his, her heart beat wildly in his chest as he pressed her lips to his, owning the very piece of her soul as he kissed her like there was no tomorrow, his hands caressing and clutching her as he put his forehead against hers, her body covering his as he peppered kisses on her cheeks as he bit her neck making her moan.

Pleasure currents ran through her body as she tried to forget everything and get lost in his touch, she wanted to forget everything and everyone, even if it was only for a while she wanted to forget all the pains and guilts that this war had resulted in, she didn't want to be anyone's wife, anyone's mother, anyone's Samragyi,in this moment she was just a woman, a hurt and wounded woman whose lover's touch was healing her shattered and battered soul, piecing her broken self together by the love of that one man who had always been there for her, through thick and thin, who always made her feel that she wasn't alone.

She wanted to speak and say so many things but she could never manage to do that. She just wanted to feel, either way no words could ever describe her love for him, or his love for her. They were too much emotional to talk about their feelings, all they could do was show their love for each other through their touches and caresses. Panchaali could understand all the love that he showed through his adoring touch making her heart skip a beat every time. . .

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