To Be Loved Till Love's Eternity-An Ashok And Karuvaki OS

To Be Loved Till Love's Eternity...

Ashoka x Karuvaki

Days.Months.Years.Decades.Centuries.Time has passed like the infinite grains of sand.And I,with all my greatness,did not possess the power to stop her.She does not stop for anyone,does she?Time,the wily one.Time,the cruel follower of the mastermind that is Destiny.If.If she had just shown me some mercy,then maybe,maybe things would not have turned out to be the way they are.But who am I to blame her?Who am I?Actually,it would be wrong on my part to blame anyone for my wrongdoings.Yes.I committed mistakes.Not mistakes but sins,to be honest.I admit.I admit that I committed sins which are a dark spot in the face of humanity.And I got punished for them.I had to live the rest of my life with the guilt that I massacred millions.And I had to die a million deaths every moment.My mother wanted me to stay away from politics and war but unfortunately such a thing did not happen.I got entangled in the web of politics and could not find my way out.I lost my beloved mother in this game and I swore that I would not leave this game till I won it completely.And when I finally did,I had lost myself.I found solace in Lord Buddha and began the journey to discover myself.And the outcome of this journey is what you see in the edicts and read in your history books.But there is something more to my story.Something which is neither related to war nor to peace.But something which was greatly affected by both.It was the simple feeling which formed one of the most complicated plots of my story.The feeling which killed and revived me simultaneously.The feeling which bound me to one individual forever.The feeling which burnt me to ashes and motivated me to rise again.The feeling which overpowered me completely.The feeling of Love.Love.The fuel that ignites the raging fire.Love.The gentle drops that fall from heaven to soothe a burning heart.Love.The devastating storm as well as the cool breeze.Love.The feeling that I had in my tiny,little heart for someone whose name is engraved in edict of my soul.Someone who was present in every beat of this mortal heart.Someone who was both my obsession and my devotion.Someone whose love became the source of my strength.It was her.It was,is and will always be her.She is my Karuvaki.

Life is an ocean.And we are all fish.Everyone is different.Some are big,while others are small.And usually,the bigger ones survive by consuming the smaller ones.Sometimes we struggle.Sometimes we give in.But the moment we are taken out from this ocean,everything comes to an end.It is over.This is life.The kings used to play their games of war and annexation.And the rest were mute spectators.I was an entity who preferred to stay away.I had a normal life.I lived in one of the most beautiful lands known as Kalinga.My motherland,Kalinga,is our protector and our caretaker.She is our inspiration.Kalinga.One of the strongest kingdoms of India.I was happy.Then,he entered my life.He was,I don't know,different from everyone else.He was a whirlwind.His name probably meant'the one who was free from sorrow'.He had his own share sorrows and I tried to lessen them.In return,he shared my pain.His eyes were like a tiny pool of water and I saw myself swimming like a fish in them.He was someone whom I cherished.He was the one I loved with all my heart and soul.He was the reason for my sweetest smile.And soon,he became the reason for my bloody tears.Kalinga was attacked.My home was attacked.Someone wanted to capture it.Someone wanted to annex it.Someone wanted to merge it with his own empire.I could not tolerated that.Nor could any other citizen of Kalinga.We raised our weapons to face the enemy.When I finally faced him,he had changed.The beautiful dream of mine had returned as a dark nightmare.It was him.Everyone knows what happened next.We fought.He won.Kalinga was annexed.There was destruction everywhere.Then,he changed.He had remorse in his heart.He repented.He walked on the path of non violence.I married him and became the mother of his child.The readers of history will often wonder that why did I marry the man who destroyed my motherland.Well,I do not think I that I married the cruel emperor who mercilessly killed my people.That cruel emperor was dead.This war had killed him too.The one who was left behind was a man who regretted his very own existence.The one whose soul was burning in the fire of remorse.The one who was reborn from this fire to spread the message of love and peace all over the world.The one who is immortalized in his edicts.The one whom history knows as Ashoka The Great.He is the one whom I loved and married.He is my Ashoka.

War and Peace are two sides of the same coin.The coin flips from time to time.Centuries come and go.Civilizations and dynasties come and go.Some rulers tend to leave a mark in the pages of history.But what history fails to record is the love that overpowers time and destiny.Love which endures each and every hardship.Love which remains unfaltered.It is love.Beyond the manuscirpts,edicts and records,there was a story.A story of love.When Ashoka and Karuvaki finally embraced each other,two halves joined to form a whole.Their love was completed and their souls were together.Together till eternity.

The End

Author's Note:This is my very first OS in this forum.I know that debates are going on regarding Ashok's love interest.I have written this as an Ashok-Karuvaki shipper.I don't mean to hurt anyone.I sincerely hope that you all will like it.Please pardon the grammatical errors.(Rotten tomatoes and chappals are welcome.No eggs please)

Yours Sincerely,

Astoria.a.k.a. Ash