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┌──❀*̥˚───❀*̥˚─┐

After ten days

In the realm of Gandhar, the journey preparations were underway. The maids, adorned in their elegant attire, diligently attended to their duties. The soldiers, donned in their regal armor, prepared themselves for the upcoming expedition.

Akarshika, the epitome of grace and beauty, was set to depart for Dwarka on the morrow, accompanied by the first light of dawn.

As the first rays of sunlight streamed through the windows, a symphony of clinking swords filled the air. Uluka, engaged in a duel with the esteemed Senapati Harsh.

With each swift movement, Uluka showcased his prowess, remarking with confidence that he had surpassed his opponent.

Yet, Harsh, ever the epitome of defense, skillfully countered every attack.

"Admit it," Uluka began, only to be interrupted as Harsh launched a powerful strike, causing Uluka and his sword to crash to the ground.

Extending his hand towards Uluka, Harsh uttered, "You must maintain unwavering focus on the battlefield, Yuvraj."

Uluka, though initially displeased, reluctantly accepted Harsh's hand, acknowledging his own progress. A subtle nod passed between them, a silent acknowledgment of their bond as warriors.

Suddenly, a small pigeon perched upon the window sill, its leg adorned with a letter. Harsh released a heavy sigh as he untied the missive.

“Travelling again!

Sometimes I wonder if I am wedded to a soldier or a wanderer. Nevertheless, news of a recent tragedy has cast a shadow over our abode. You are aware of it, I trust? Also, I heard your mischievous companion, the prince, continuously vexes my poor bird. Is this true?

Take care of yourself.

Your devoted wife”

As Harsh finished reading, his gaze shifted towards Uluka, who was engaged in a lighthearted argument with the avian visitor.

“You foolish little monster” Uluka uttered in annoyance.

A perplexed expression settled upon Harsh's face. "Perhaps I should send a reply to her, that she is right," he mused.

The pigeon wounded by the words of the prince, fluttered away hurriedly, leaving behind a trail of fleeting feathers.

"That clever little monster creature possesses an astute nature, he never takes your letters" Uluka remarked to Harsh with a smirk.

Lost in her own thoughts, Akarshika stood by the window, gazing aimlessly into the distance. A restlessness gripped her heart, a foreboding feeling of someone dear to her suffering.

Seeking solace, she made her way to the Royal garden, allowing the fragrance of the blooming flowers to permeate her senses.

It was there, amidst the tranquil surroundings, that a black pigeon gracefully circled around her, a letter delicately fastened to its leg.

Untying the missive, Akarshika's eyes scanned the words, leaving her world shattered.

"Putri, I understand your longing for my return to Gandhar. However, Hastinapur mourns the loss of the five valiant Panduputr and their mother, tragically consumed by fire within a waxen abode.

I have chosen to remain here, attending to the needs of my hundred sorrowful nephews. They are deeply affected by this sudden tragedy,"

Gandhar raj."

She read the words penned by the Gandhar Raj.

Akarshika's heart quivered, her world turning to fragments. Questions inundated her mind.

Why did his demise cause such profound sadness within her?

Why did she feel an inexplicable connection to him?

How did he manage to make her feel as if he were the very essence of her existence?

It was as if he completed the puzzle of her soul, a missing piece for so long. And yet, against all rationality, a warmth and reverence flooded her being, rendering him irreplaceable.

Could it be that one fleeting conversation they shared as teenagers held the key to their unspoken bond?

A conversation so enchanting that it had sustained her unwavering love for him throughout the years.

Concealing her anguish behind a composed facade, Akarshika's heart crumbled within, a storm of emotions raging beneath her serene countenance.

In her violet-hued royal garments, adorned with minimal jewels, Akarshika fled to her chamber.

The weight of grief hung heavily upon her, her braided hair serving as a testament to her sorrow.

On that day, Akarshika, like any other person upon receiving melancholic tidings, succumbed to the pull of her heart, allowing it to guide her amidst the chaos within.

└───❀*̥˚───❀*̥˚┘

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