Nothing about Hastinapur had changed, yet in a way nothing was same either.

The grand architects, that spoke of the majestic history of Kuruvansh, which ones gave Sehdev a sense of peace and home. Now just felt empty buildings.

Luxury encased him in its arms, alas peace evaded him. Joy abandoned him.

All that accompanied him was desolance; that cloaked every ray of hope of his life.

The dark, deary silence that echoed in his life, piercer there any scream.

And why wouldn't it not? After all, there was no melody of his wife's anklets to shatter it.

The music of which was the rhythm of his heart, now it was all gone. Vanished.

And irony was that, he couldn't blame anyone except himself. He in a way had paved her way to the pier of death.

If only he had been able to protect her, and didn't end up injured, she would be alive.

He murdered her.

Guilt chocked him everyday, ceasing his very voice everyday.

Three years, she was gone...yet she hadn't.

It was as though, she was present in every little particle of his very existence.

"Kakashree!"

The joyous squeal of a little girl's voice, shattered the soul wrecking numbness; that enveloped him every moment of his life.

A smile curved up on his lips, the darkness that cloaked his world, stiffling it, overwhelming at times; lightened.

Turning around he gazed at the little three-year old pouting.

Her dark curls flowed as a waterfall would, those mischievous almond shaped grey orbs that sparked with mischief today were darkened with fury.

"I am angry at you."

She announced, her pouty lips pressed in a hard like, trying her best to give him the darkest and most angry look.

But could an angel ever look deadly? He didn't think so.

And this little one, only looked all the more adorable.

The heat of her words only melted the ice freezing hia heart. Sparkling sparks of warmth in it.

Amusement unfurled in his chest,as he watched her turn away from him, folding her hands over her chest, mimicking a furious expression.

But all it did was make her look even more adorable.

He was almost tempted to say 'Aw'. But he knew it would be a very, very wrong move.

He mentally chuckled, imagining her stomping her little foot on the ground, glaring at him.

Adorable!!!

His heart melted, as he crouched down, wrapping his arms around his little niece.

Who pretended to huff, intensifying his mirth.

Warmth unfurling in his chest, and for a moment all his pain just vanished.

"Oh no no no."

She literally sang the words, moving her pointy finger in a 'nope' motion.

"No. Your highness. You do NOT get to hug me. Nope. Nada. Nah. Nah huh."

Forcing an adult voice the little girl, empathising on 'you' and 'not' mimicking Pauravi to tee.

She turned in his arms, stepping out of them. Folding her hands on her chest, jutting her lip out, in a complete 'Pauravi fashion, when she prepared to argue.

The youngest pandav pressed his lips together, if only Bhraata Duryodhan could see her now, his reactions would be hilarious.

"I am angry at you. I won't talk to you. Ever." She stated, turning her head to meet his eyes.

He raised a brow, pouting at her. And just like that she giggled.

Her beautiful face lit with happiness, as she giggled.

Her joyous laughter lighting up her grey orbs ever brighter. Just like Drau's would.

His heart thumped painfully, but he pushed the thought aside, focusing on his niece.

"OK I forgive you. But, why didn't you tell Roshni that you would stay away for so long. Hm? Tell me!"

Turning to face him, she put her hands on her waist. Giving him a hard look, that had him biting back a chuckle.

Putting on his best puppy dog eyes, he held his ear lobes by his fingers and thumb in a sorry motion, pouting.

"Okay now that you are sorry. Roshni forgives you! I missed you!!!!"

And just like that, she threw her arms around his neck, tackling him in a big hug.

A joyous laughter slipped past his lips, wrapping his arms around his little niece he fell back.

Running his fingers through her hair. Duryodhan and Bhanumati's daughter, Roshni was exactly what her name suggested.

The light of their life. The little girl was the joy of the family, and pandavas loved her dearly.

And why wouldn't they? After all, she was the only child of the family. The youngest member.

She giggled looking up at him, grinning broadly. "Did you miss me?"

He nodded vigorously.

"Well Of course you did! I am soooooooo cute."

Her proclamation tore another laugh out of his lips. He sat up, pulling her in his lap as he sat down with her, ruffling her hair affectionately.

"What did you get me?"

He pretended to think, and than shook his head, giving her a sad look.

Horror marred her features, her huge eyes widening comically.

"You didn't get Roshni anything?!" She jumped up, exclaiming in utter shock.

"Tell Roshni it's a lie! That's just not possible."

She whined, and just like that the dam on his amusement broke, he laughed making her pout as she shook her head.

"That's no fair. Roshni loves you. You lie."

He snorted mirthfully earning another stink eye, he held his hands open for her, and than shut them.

She gazed at him curiously,and when he opened them back it had a beautiful gold pendant in it with precious stones and chain.

She giggled, clapping her hands as utter joy lit her features.

"Magic!"

It really wasn't, just a trick he learned years back.

"Roshni." Bhanumati walked up with Duryodhan, the two smiling at their daughter.

"It is time for you to get ready for the yearly Ganesh Puja."

"But Maaaaaaa I wanna play." She whined hiding behind Sehdev, who smiled gazing at her from the corner of his eyes.

"Bhraatashree you only explain her how important this is."

"No! Kakashree is mine." She exclaimed throwing her arms around his neck from behind.

"No, he is my brother first." Duryodhan teased.

"You're Roshni's too."

"And me?" Bhanumati asked.

"Only if you don't tell Roshni to get ready."

Where Bhanumati pouted the other's laughed.

"Wait you mischievous monkey." The wife of Duryodhan said in a fake furious voice, running behind her daughter, who squealed and ran towards the gardens.

But her little feet were no match to her mother's, who swoped her up in her arms, twirling her as the little girl laughed.

Duryodhan smiled, moments like this made his life seem not so bad.

It was perfect.

His gaze shifted to his brother, a soul deep pain squeezed his heart, noticing the broken expression on his face.

Happiness always reminded Sehdev of his wife, and his cousin knew all this to well.

He didn't know how to help them, all he could do was stay with them.

Walking towards his cousin, he wrapped his hand around his shoulder, pulling him to his side.

He didn't say anything, no words would ever be enough.

But he supported him.

"After years, you all are home for this Ganesh Puja. They say that lord Ganesh blesses all those with good fortune in this puja granting all their wishes."

Sehdev's eyes met his. The agony that greeted him, nearly crippled the first son of Gandhari.

He didn't say anything, he didn't need to.

Drau is my only wish, will he grant that?

Those soulful eyes questioned Duryodhan silently, before turning to leave.

For longest Bhanumati's husband watched his cousin retreat. The shadow of sorrow following him.

"I really wish, I really do..."

He whispered, his words drifting away with the wind...

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"Shut your mouth before you catch some flies."

"HUH?"

A boisterous laugh lips slipped past Karn's lips, hearing the confused reply of Draupadi.

"This thing you call home?!" She squeaked stunned, her eyes gazing at the majestic palace.

Earing another round of chuckles from the Yadav siblings and their cousin.

"You are behaving like you stay in a sack house, and not a palace of your own." Balram's gruff words bubbled with mirth.

"Dau, of course it's not the first time I am seeing a palace. But the palace back in Viratgadh is a baby compared to this one. This is like the godfather of all the palaces."

Her words just amplified their laughter. Nervousness slithered through her soul, what if she didn't fit in?

What than?

How were the people of this palace? Good? Bad? Indifferent?

The grand gates of Hastinapur's palace were pristine white, and at least a hundred feet high.

The craftsmanship was marvelous, the artists seemed to have poured their souls out, encarving the white stones with such fine and immaculate details, that had goosebumps rising on her skin.

A sense of deja-vu washed over her.

But it was ridiculous, she had never been past this gates. It was the first time she was stepping in, so how. . .

The chatiot moved forward passing through the huge gates.

Sweet tantalizing fragrances of different flowers assaulted her senses in the best of ways.

She was in awe with the gardens that seemed to go on for miles.

Literally all she could she were the strategic placement of the soldiers around the gardens, that seemed to be a peace of heaven that slipped on earth.

Flowers and trees of every kind imaginable bloomed across the space.

"Huh?"

It was all that she could say. Earning another round of laughter from the three males.

Noticing her confusion over the flowers and tress, that shouldn't bloom in this season or region Krishn explained,

"This trees and flowers were magically added."

"Ohhhh"

"What are this preparations going on for?" Curiosity rang through her words, she gazed at throngs of people who were moving around.

The chariot came to a stop, as the men got down. Krishn held his hand out for Draupadi, smiling up at her encouragingly.

Placing her hands in his, she stepped down. Her heart jolting the moment she stepped on the ground.

The air around her zinged with a current, stirring a strange energy.

The very soil of Hastinapur welcomed their long lost princess.

"The preparations are for the annual grand puja of lord Ganesh."

"Ah." Realisation lit her features, as he guided her.

"We'll be attending it too. If I am not wrong, it's about to begin."

"You know Dhriti, this grand celebration of Hastinapur has been going on for hundreds of years annually now. It is the only time when all the people of Hastinapur are let in the palace, to celebrate the joyous occasion together."

A note of pride and genuine happiness rang in Karn's voice, his eyes lighting up with a softness that had his entire face transforming, radiating his face with a glow.

"The best part of this celebration is, that all 108 children of Kuruvansh perform this puja together."

Balram stated grinning

"108?!"

Dhriti squeaked in surprise, faltering mid step, earning a round of laughter.

Holy hell that's too many people in one family. She couldn't even fanthom having 108 siblings.

Imagine having 107 other siblings to share and fight over things.

Worse Imagine having that many children. Holy God of heavens it must be a nightmare that came to real life.

Parents can't even think about one name, having to think of hundred and eight?

Damn that was like a memory game on another level.

"Why, yes. The 100 Kauravas,Yuyutsu, the six pandavas and the only beloved princess of Kuruvansh Princess Dushala."

"Wow. That's a lot many siblings. How do you remember so many names? And birthdays?"

Awe and shock laced her words. Karn chuckled along with the Yadav siblings.

"Good Question. Maybe that is the reason their names are so similar or rhyming."

"The names aren't so difficult. See it's so simple, Duryodhana, Duhshasana, Duhsaha, Duhshala, Jalasandha, Sama, Saha, Vinda, Anuvinda, Durdharsha, Subahu, Dushpradharshana, Durmarshana, Durmukha, Dushkarma, ViviKarna, Vivimshati, Vikarna, Sulochana, Chitra, Upachitra, Chitraksha, Charuchitra, Sharasana, Durmada, Dushpragaha, Vivitsu. . ."

Dhriti's eyes widened comically horror and shock marring her features.

How in the heaven do this people remember so many names. And associate them with faces.

And how doesn't their brains get melted or something? Hers would be cooked in two seconds square.

"Vikata, Urnanabha, Sunabha, Nanda, Upanandaka, Senapati, Sushena, Kundodara, Mahodara, Chitrabana, Chitravarma, Suvarma, Durvimochana, Ayobahu, Mahabahu, Chitranga, Chitrakundala, Bhimavega, Bhimabala, Balaki."

What?!

Sus-what?

Dara-eh?

What?!

This was like fill in the blanks nightmare, with zero options.

The Yadav duo bit back their laughter, as they watched Dhriti's eyes widen with each name that Karn uttered.

Her breath hitched as Karn continued the horror show, he called name listing.

"Balavardhana, Ugrayudha, Bhimakarma, Kanakayu. . ."

Whose Yudha and which yu, damn it! What is happening?

"Holy hell! There is more?!" She whispered, scratching the back of her head gazing around, unaware to her predicament, the eldest son of Kunti continued one.

"Dridhayudha, Dridhavarma, Dridhakshatra, Somakirti, Anudara, Dridhasandha, Jarasandha, Satyasandha, Sadahsuvak, Ugrashrava, Ashvasena, Senani."

Dushparajaya, Aparajita, Panditaka, Vishalaksha, Duravara, Dridhahasta, Suhasta, Vatavega, Suvarcha, Adityaketu, Bahvashi, Nagadanta, Ugrayayi, Kavachi, Nishangi, Pashi, Dandadhara, Dhanurgraha, Ugra, Bhimaratha, Vira, Virabahu,

Alolupa, Abhaya, Roudrakarma, Dridharatha, Anadhrishya, Kundabhedi, Viravi, Dirghalochana, Dirghabahu, Mahabahu, Vyudhoru, Kanakadhvaja, Kundashi and Viraja."

Karn grinned, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly, as though it was no big deal.

"See it is not so difficult. They are simple names."

"Simple?!"

She asked incredulously.

"You think this is simple?! I can't even freaking recall one name that you just listed out like items on your grocery list. I only know there were some sans and nas, tas and shas. Only lord knows what the first halves were."

Three burst out laughing doubling over at her.

"I can't even begin imagining as a child and having so many siblings. I mean when teachers asked to write essay on 'my family' I would probably get a zero just for not recalling the names of half my siblings."

The Yadav siblings leaned against each other, laughing harder.

"Oh god Dhri, you are damn funny." Karn gasped, wiping a tear slipped from the corner of her eyes.

She looked at three like they had lost their minds. "I am being damn serious here."

They howled with laughter, earning an eyeroll from her, folding her hands over her chest.

"Why are men always so weird?"

"My dear that's a question, I ask myself that question everyday."

Kunti's melodic voice had the four turning around. Large grins spread on the lips of the three men.

"Mata!"

Karn exclaimed, joy unfurled in his chest. Dhriti could practically see the love for his mother reflect on his face.

Walking up to his mother, he wrapped his arms around her.

"My son."

She cooed, caressing his back.

Her heart lit with warmth, a sense of completion washed over him.

"I missed you so much Mata." A sigh passed through Karn's lips, all the worries that he ever felt just vanished, leaving behind just a peace that he only ever found with both his mothers, Radha and Kunti.

It was true that he had spent a lot of his years away from Kunti, but he had Radha Maa all the while.

But in the end he received the love of two mothers. He felt the luckiest.

After all, how many had the chance to be loved by two mothers.

"And I missed you so much more dear." Her throat clogged with emotions, tears burning in her eyes.

"Mata why are you crying?" Concern marred his features, as he pulled back gazing down at his mother with an ache pulsing in his chest.

"Oh no son. This are just tears of joy. That you finally returned, it had been so long." She whispered smiling, her eyes softening, cupping his cheeks, she pressed her lips on his forehead.

"Oh Mata. It was just a few days." He crooned, his heart melting all the more, pulling her in another embrace, he just held her, his arms tightening around her shoulders.

"But what should I do? I have already missed so many years of your life. I don't want to even miss a second anymore."

"I will never ever leave you mata." Promising, he kissed her forehead, giving her a reassuring squeeze.

"Buashree you completely forgot us." Krishn pouted, mimicking a broken expression he gazed at her.

"Krishn, Balram." Kunti smiled, pulling out of Karn's arms, and hugging her two nephews.

They returned her embrace, grinning down at her.

"I forgot you?"

Pulling back she asked, pinching his ear between her forefinger and thumb, twisting it.

"Ouch! Bua leave na."

"You are one mischievous man Krishn. What took you so long to visit your Aunt?" She asked firmly, twisting her ear.

Balram and Karn howled with laughter, sharing a high-five. Dhriti giggled.

Before Krishn could answer Kunti's eyes fell on Dhriti and her fingers released her nephew's ear.

Moving towards the young princess almost in a trance. Her eyes cataloging the features of this new girl.

She was certain that she had never seen this young lady ever before, but there was just something about her that tugged her to this girl.

"Who are you dear?" Her voice was soft, caressing Dhriti's ears like a symphony that soothed her soul.

Her throat clogged gazing at the woman ahead of her. Dressed in off white cotton odhni around her body, and an orange one resting on her head she looked serene.

Her soul brown eyes had warmth and softness of a mother. Lips curved up in a welcoming soft smile, that soothed all her pains.

She radiated a warmth that melted her heart.

"Dhriti."

Her name slipped out of her lips, before she could even stop it.

She had decided that in Hastinapur, she would be using a fake name.

But now standing in front of Karn's mother. It almost seemed impossible to lie to her.

How do you lie to a soul that's so warm and motherly? It must be a sin.

Her mere presence  soothed Dhriti's broken soul in a way, that she couldn't explain.

A sense of deja-vu washed over her. She hadn't met Kunti ever before, but a part of her somehow knew that she gave best hugs.

That in Kunti's arms all her worries and pain would abandon her.

How she knew this, she had no idea. It was crazy.

"That's such a beautiful name dear one." Kunti whispered, no matter how much she tried, she just couldn't take her gaze away from her.

There was just something about her, that made the mother in Kunti tug towards this child.

Like she knew this girl. Her heart ached, it wanted to reach out and pull her in an embrace.

Kunti looked at her carefully, forcing her mind to recall if she somehow knew this girl.

Her thick, long dark hair flowed in bouncy curls, reaching just below her butt, fluttering with a random wind.

The front of her silky hair were short, cupping her cheeks, outling her oval face.

She wasn't someone one would call otherworldly beauty like her daughter Drau. But this child ahead of her, had her own beauty.

And than it clicked. Why she felt so familiar. This girl ahead of her had a radiance of peace and innocence, mischievousness just as her Drau had.

The glow of inner beauty that shined brighter than any make up.

Those soft ebony orbs of hers held the same innocence that her late daughter in law had.

Her heart tugged sharply. Tears stung her eyes.

Reaching out she cupped her soft cheeks, rubbing her thumb over her skin in an affectionate manner.

Dhirti somehow made her feel closer to Drau. As though she had returned to her mother in an another form.

The thought brought a watery smile on Kunti's face.

Dhriti's lips were a deep pink in the middle fading to duskier tones, that matched with her golden tanned skin.

Kunti wanted to say something, but words escaped her mind.

Drau's memories encasing her, leaving behind better-sweet emotions.

Without any further words, she wrapped her arms around the girl.

Pulling her in a fierce embrace.

Her heart that had cracked and ached everyday for past three years; calmed.

Soothing her soul. The coil of tension that sat in her gut just vanished, like it never existed to begin with.

Her grip tightened around Dhriti, pressing her lips to her forehead, tears tracing down the length of her cheeks, as Kunti ran her fingers through Dhriti's hair.

She probably looked crazy, but in that moment she didn't care.

She daughter was in her arms, even if it was only in her mind.

Because for now she had Drau, her child, the one who was snatched so cruelly from her family, was once again in her arms.

And for that reason alone she let herself be in that moment. She let her pain out, her tears flowing relentlessly.

The pain and grief that weighed in her heart lightened.

Months and years she had sobbed everyday, mourning her loss yet today for the first time her heart felt light.

All the shackles of grief that clutched her, shattered.

Fading away in fragments blowing away with wind, leaving behind an acceptance.

A groundedness.

Her Drau. Sure she hadn't birthed her. She was her mother in law.

But god knew, that Kunti had loved Draupadi like her very own child, and her death had killed her too.

But now Dhriti was a god sent blessing.

In her heart she just knew, that this child will free all her sons of their self-imprisonment.

Karn tried to step up, worry churning in his gut. But his cousins held him back, shaking their heads negatively.

Dhriti wrapped her arms around Kunti. Embracing her back fiercely.

Her heart that was always either numb or in pain, today in the longest felt happy.

"I am so sorry dear. You just remind me so much of my daughter."

Kunti whispered pulling back, dabbing away her tears, giving the princess of Viratgadh a watery smile.

"Daughter?"

"My daughter in law. It is true I hadn't given her birth. She was my child nonetheless. We lost her a few years back."

"I am so sorry." Dhriti whispered, squeezing Kunti's hands reassuringly.

"You can consider me your daughter."

Kunti's heart melted at the kindness of the girl. Her heart squeezed, she was so muchlike her Drau.

"You are just so sweet my dear. Be blessed my dear."

Dhriti smiled genuinely, her heart light as air.

"What brings you to Hastinapur my dear?"

Krishn stepped up, grinning at his aunt. He knew Kunti hadn't recognized Draupadi due to the spell, but her motherly heart had.

"Didn't you ask me to get you a trust worthy person to assist Sehdev and Nakul in their medical endeavors? Here she is. She can manage the herbs and look after the books."

He announced proudly. Kunti's eyes twinkled with excitement.

The names had Dhriti's heart thumping harder, her neck prickled setting off sparks of pleasure.

"Well that's excellent. I approve. Tell them it is my orders, that she is staying."

"Perfect!" Grinned Krishn, making Dhriti raise a brow. Why was he smiling like a cat who ate a cannery?

"Mata shall we proceed the Pooja we'll began shortly."

Karn stated holding his hand out towards his mother, who smiled at him warmly, moving towards him.

He wrapped his arm around his mother in a supportive manner. "I am not yet so old son." Humor tainted her words, earning a round of chuckles.

"Of course you aren't mata." He nodded walking along with her.

"Dhriti, child come along. I'll introduce to others."

Kunti smiled, turning to look at Dhriti who stood where they had left her.

The young princess smiled following them towards the center of the gardens...

A larger than life statue of lord ganesha sat proudly in the center.

Along with thousands of people seated around. Walking through the throngs of people they reached the center.

Where hundreds of havankundhs sat in a semi circle around the lord Ganesh.

The circles expanding from small to big. As hundreds of pandits sat around them in.

Flowers and curtains decorated every inch of the open space. It was magnificent.

On the right of the gardens, sat people dressed in the finest of silks all more beautiful than the other.

Dhriti could just stare in an awed expression. Never in her entire three years of existence she had ever seen such grand preparations.

This was marvelous! Her gaze bounced from one part to another, greedily taking in every detail.

"Kunti what took you so long?"

Gandhari asked walking up to her sister in law, Bhanumati and Dhara guiding her.

"Jiji. See who is here. Karn, Krishn and Balram are here."

"Pranipat."

The three chorused recieving blessings from the wife Dhritrashtr.

"Took you boys long enough to return home." She chastised playfully.

"Sorry jyest Mata."

"It is never an issue my beloved child." She waved away Karn's apology, cupping his child.

"I am so glad you are back home on time, I thought I had to cancel everything. After all none of the others would have stepped up for the Pooja without their eldest brother by their side."

Her words were laced with adoration, making Karn's heart thump with love.

He hugged her, earning a giggle from her, caressing his back.

"Oh don't you be so cuddly. Or I'll cry." She teased, a round of laughter passed around.

"Jiji this is Dhriti. She will be assisting the twins with their medical work."

Kunti introduced pulling Dhriti to her side.

"And dear this is Maharani Gandhari. Bhanumati and Dhara, her daughter in laws."

"Pranipat." Dhara and Bhanumati greeted politely.

"Pranipat." Dhriti answered smiling softly, warmed flooding her cheeks.

This was all so new, yet it felt like she had met all this people before.

The wives of Duryodhan gazed curiously at the girl. Who was she? Why did she look so familiar?

There was an all a warmth about her. The way she walked, the way she smiled, that reminded them so much of Drau.

"Be blessed child. I hope the journey was fine." Gandhari stated politely.

"Yes your highness."

"Mata?"

Duryodhan called out walking towards them, with Pauravi and Dushasan, Sugandha trailing behind talking with Pitahmah Bhism and Dhritrastr.

"Oh you are here too? Good. We can now begin the Pooja."

"But Gandhari Pandavas are not here yet." Dhritrastr stated.

"Oh this boys of mine. God knows where they are lost." Kunti sighed.

"They must be on their way Mata, I'll go get them and the others." Karn volunteered earning a smile from his mother, before he walked out.

"Who is this Mata?"

Pauravi asked curiously, she hadn't been able to take her eyes off the young lady, since the moment her eyes had set on the girl.

She looked nothing out of ordinary. A simple cotton grey lehnga with a matching odhni wrapped around her body.

Single. And probably a commoner. 

"Oh my god. It is so rude of me. Sorry about that. I forgot to introduce. This is Dhriti, she is here to assist the twins with their work."

Kunti stated apologetically, giving a sheepish smile.

"And Dhriti this is Maharaj Dhritrastr, Mahamahim Bhism, Duryodhan, he is the husband of Pauravi, Bhanumati and Dhara. This is Dushasan and his wife Sugandha."

"Pranipat." Dhriti greeted recieving different greetings from everyone, all welcoming and polite.

The Kuruvanshi's gazed at each other and back at Dhriti, silent conversations zipping through air.

Dhirti could practically see there eyes bouncing everywhere.

Dushasan, Duryodhana and their wives didn't seem to need words to communicate.

Her heart tugged, how amazing it should be to share this much understanding with someone.

The two eldest son of Gandhari shot questioning gazes at Karn, who swiftly answered their questions with a shrug.

Letting them shimmer in their own minds.

They gazed back at Dhriti and that sense of familiarity washed over her.

Like they had known her for a very long time. Her radiance of innocence reminded Bhism so much of Draupadi.

The three wives of Duryodhan and Sugandha stared at her for longest, trying to pin point exactly what was about the girl that struck so personal to them.

"Have we met before?" Duryodhan asked Dhriti, gazing at her quizzically, he could bet his soul they had.

She aroused the same feelings in him, that Dushala did.

The brotherly adoration and protectiveness, which was insane considering they just met.

And emotions like that didn't come naturally to him.

"No. I don't think so."

Dhriti answered, gazing around at all the different faces of strangers.

Yet among this strangers she felt a deep sense of belongingsness, that she didn't even feel with her very own family back in Viratgadh.

How strange was that...

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