OS: Forgotten in Epic- I, Wife of The Mortal-Immortal COMPLETED - Page 4

Sayanee, this is so beautifully written.

Originally posted by: panchaali

Sayanee my Sautan that's awesomeee

OMG Hugs first comments later...🤗

I love the Rabindrasangeet you have chosen.."Ami tomar preme hobo sobar kolonkobhagi"...

now I can't refrian from shaing one thing...

that we are truly sautans from soul

people say soul sisters we arw soul sautans

I too was planning an OS on Karna's wife Vrushali

I think that I have expressed once in Cotswolds thread, but never I have said it anyone what would be inside it and you know what

I remain unsaid unnamed in the epic still I am the one with whom the most magnificent man of the era shared his life. Historians couldn't find any verification of my identity; Vyasa didn't think of mentioning me in his epic. Give me any name Vrushali, Supriya, Padmavati, Ponnurvi I can be anyone. Charioteer's daughter or a princess this is irrelevant for wife of a man who lived striving with his societal identity forever. Let my identity remain in oblivion that will be poetic justice to me.

"Why did you marry me girl" he said. "They say I am cursed."

His eyes were fixed on darkness of sky. His voice seemed more distant than Sky-beetles.

"Then I will share curses rather seeking blessings." I whispered.

He looked at me. His deep eyes had little glint in them. "Being my companion you won't get any social respect."

When I saw these paras I was stunned!!!!! OMG telepathy not a myth its real- Doctor Panchaali discoverd it!! Yeh!!!!

coz the same thoughts were in my minds which I never shared to anyone, not even to you...

what kind of telepathy is this!!!

The title for my OS which I thought was:- "I -The Wife Of Karna"

Due to some reasons I thought of not writing that OS

and I find your title is way more better 👍🏼 ..

and yes you are a better writer than me, I am glad that it came from your hands😃 (dil se)

you are the only sautan in the world who will say such sweet thing .. thaaank you .. but this won't help you to get more time with my Arya .. okk😉

I think the readers are glad it came from one of the best writer's hand 😃 ⭐️

now coming to quote my best part..

Though our thoughts were telepathy can't refrain from saying this is one of my fav part of this OS

That's quite natural dear .. if we are sharing relationship of sautan n I am penning down HIM from HIS wife's pov .. This is quite natural .. it is as easy as 2+2=4 .. even Kriti said the same ..check .. it is nothing supernatural its natural science of human psychology🤓 .. or aisa na ho to sautan hona hi bekaar😆

"Why did you marry me girl" he said. "They say I am cursed."

His eyes were fixed on darkness of sky. His voice seemed more distant than Sky-beetles.

"Then I will share curses rather seeking blessings." I whispered.

He looked at me. His deep eyes had little glint in them. "Being my companion you won't get any social respect."

and the other fav parts

Does he think I am scared or ages earned hatred scares him to his core? I broke the wall of a coy bride looking at him, looking into his eyes, holding his beautiful face I whispered, "The society loathes you, its contempt is an honor to me."

"Only aghast hell in my life .."

Before he could end I replied, "I will refuse hundreds of heavens to be in the hell you live in every birth of mine Angaraj, with you I will turn the hell in home."

Slowly a tears form in his eyes, slowly a smile illuminated his face, slowly the distance between us is eliminated and our lips touched each other's.

From the 2nd part

"Now stretch your hands in sun," kids did the same and sunlight kissed their little palms. "See God is touching you, showering his blessing. He enlighten the whole world, touches everyone you, me, every living being here. God reaches and blesses all and who can't, he is not God." Two little boys stairs at the blazing sun following their fathers eyes and my eyes only admired the man as bright as Sun ray, the human with undying spirit, untainted in numerous curse. I silently closed my eyes to thank the almighty, he bestows everyone with someone to love but he let me take pride in my love.

well these are my fav parts but I love every word every expression of the story...

You did a great job my sautan saheli..proud of you BFF and Happy Friendship Day 🤗

Originally posted by: -Jamy-

Exceptionally good one...!!!!👏

You've a fantastic way to communicate with the minds of your readers!!!!😃

Lucid, accurate and remarkable...⭐️

I loved every word of it.❤️

Write more!!!!!😛

Originally posted by: riti4u

For now I am speechless..thanks a ton for this :)

Edited-

"HE was a beautiful mind if not necessarily flawless. Filled with love, respect, sympathy, empathy, pain, anger, vengeance, remorse, jealousy; a mighty warrior with vulnerable heart, could be won with little love and respect, could be broken with a word of dishonor."

How beautifully you summed him in these lines Sayanee... 👏..

"Though he never really seek his answer in me, he seeked a shelter, a shelter of peace and love always there for him"

It feels great to see that he did have some relations in his life who gave him that shelter and peace...

" the human with undying spirit, untainted in numerous curse"

loved it so much...

Apart from that there are many expressions of Karna's wife that touched me... It felt great to see him being understood so well by someone... who was this close to him...

Eagerly waiting for you to tell this POV further and awaiting perspectives of those other women too...

Thanks specially for the concept.. I have read so many views on him from different feminist perspectives, really looking forward to see a broader perspective..😊

Originally posted by: SayaneeH.Lecter

Sayanee my Sautan that's awesomeee

OMG Hugs first comments later...🤗

I love the Rabindrasangeet you have chosen.."Ami tomar preme hobo sobar kolonkobhagi"...

now I can't refrian from shaing one thing...

that we are truly sautans from soul

people say soul sisters we arw soul sautans

I too was planning an OS on Karna's wife Vrushali

I think that I have expressed once in Cotswolds thread, but never I have said it anyone what would be inside it and you know what

I remain unsaid unnamed in the epic still I am the one with whom the most magnificent man of the era shared his life. Historians couldn't find any verification of my identity; Vyasa didn't think of mentioning me in his epic. Give me any name Vrushali, Supriya, Padmavati, Ponnurvi I can be anyone. Charioteer's daughter or a princess this is irrelevant for wife of a man who lived striving with his societal identity forever. Let my identity remain in oblivion that will be poetic justice to me.

"Why did you marry me girl" he said. "They say I am cursed."

His eyes were fixed on darkness of sky. His voice seemed more distant than Sky-beetles.

"Then I will share curses rather seeking blessings." I whispered.

He looked at me. His deep eyes had little glint in them. "Being my companion you won't get any social respect."

When I saw these paras I was stunned!!!!! OMG telepathy not a myth its real- Doctor Panchaali discoverd it!! Yeh!!!!

coz the same thoughts were in my minds which I never shared to anyone, not even to you...

what kind of telepathy is this!!!

The title for my OS which I thought was:- "I -The Wife Of Karna"

Due to some reasons I thought of not writing that OS

and I find your title is way more better 👍🏼 ..

and yes you are a better writer than me, I am glad that it came from your hands😃 (dil se)

you are the only sautan in the world who will say such sweet thing .. thaaank you .. but this won't help you to get more time with my Arya .. okk😉

You know by writing this you have given me soo impotance and so much time with Aarya that I can't refrain from a looong commnet after all I am this Wife of Mortal Immortal Aarya 😳

I think the readers are glad it came from one of the best writer's hand 😃 ⭐️

now coming to quote my best part..

Though our thoughts were telepathy can't refrain from saying this is one of my fav part of this OS

That's quite natural dear .. if we are sharing relationship of sautan n I am penning down HIM from HIS wife's pov .. This is quite natural .. it is as easy as 2+2=4 .. even Kriti said the same ..check .. it is nothing supernatural its natural science of human psychology🤓 .. or aisa na ho to sautan hona hi bekaar😆

Yaap 😎 we the wives of or our mortal immortal Aarya think about him from same perspective ..😳

"Why did you marry me girl" he said. "They say I am cursed."

His eyes were fixed on darkness of sky. His voice seemed more distant than Sky-beetles.

"Then I will share curses rather seeking blessings." I whispered.

He looked at me. His deep eyes had little glint in them. "Being my companion you won't get any social respect."

and the other fav parts

Does he think I am scared or ages earned hatred scares him to his core? I broke the wall of a coy bride looking at him, looking into his eyes, holding his beautiful face I whispered, "The society loathes you, its contempt is an honor to me."

"Only aghast hell in my life .."

Before he could end I replied, "I will refuse hundreds of heavens to be in the hell you live in every birth of mine Angaraj, with you I will turn the hell in home."

Slowly a tears form in his eyes, slowly a smile illuminated his face, slowly the distance between us is eliminated and our lips touched each other's.

From the 2nd part

"Now stretch your hands in sun," kids did the same and sunlight kissed their little palms. "See God is touching you, showering his blessing. He enlighten the whole world, touches everyone you, me, every living being here. God reaches and blesses all and who can't, he is not God." Two little boys stairs at the blazing sun following their fathers eyes and my eyes only admired the man as bright as Sun ray, the human with undying spirit, untainted in numerous curse. I silently closed my eyes to thank the almighty, he bestows everyone with someone to love but he let me take pride in my love.

well these are my fav parts but I love every word every expression of the story...

You did a great job my sautan saheli..proud of you BFF and Happy Friendship Day 🤗

Love you Panchu .. Big Big thanks for giving such long lovely comment .. 🤗

Thanks everyone for reading and reviewing this OS .. sorry if I missed to reply anyone .. updating part 3 .. plz ignore grammatical errors I cudn't edit it .. plz read n review😊

Part: 3

There is light, there is darkness and then there is elf-fire, only hallucination of light. Our life was only a mirage of happiness, we see the glimpse and then they are lost. Messengers have returned from Panchaal with the news of Panchaal princess' swamvaar. Their lowered eyes, darkened face was giving a hint of uncanny. Messengers are most professional beings I have ever seen, announcing obituary and massacres news with placid face. But declaring that their king was humiliated for his birth in open courtyard was difficult for them. They mumbled with shaky voice, may be out of fear of queen's wrath or sorrow. I dismissed them before my tears broke my control over it.

The day He started for Panchaal I was dejected, frightened, insecure. I don't know how to put my feeling in words; I was just grouchy about everything. Fear was playing in my mind. I just didn't want him to go. My displeasure was evident to him, he noticed me with corners of his eyes and if my eyes were not wrong he was smiling or trying to hide it. Finally when I was decided to leave for farewell ceremony he caught my hand.

"So are you jealous or angry that I may marry another woman."

My tears stared drenching my eyes, I just mumbled, "and you will forget me. I heard she is fire born, radiant like fire." My insecurity comes out.

For few moments I only hear his laughter, "so my wife thinks woman's beauty will change my love." He paused, "Fire only burns, why I will ask for more burning when I have found its redress after long wait." He said holding my face up. I tried to find my voice when I heard his voice, "This is an invitation from Panchaal, rejecting it will be a political offense. And in Swamvaar a princess will always choose the best prince there. So nobody is going to choose your husband over prince of Hastinapur."

"But Panchaal has rigid idea of caste. It is even worse than Hastinapoor. If they humiliates you there.."

"They send me royal invitation. I will be guest in their state. They won't humiliate me. And I am going there to sit and watch how the princess chooses her groom not to proof my worth with my archery. It is a simple case of formality. Nobody gets a chance to insult your husband. Now smile."

My smile is mocking me now, cursing me. King of Panchaal arranged an archery test what no Kshatriya king could pass except HIM. From swamvaar in a moment it changed in a competition and an archer could never ignore it. Nobody could even move the bow from its place and the moment he holds the bow up the princess declared she can't marry a man from lower caste.

How does it feel to be insulted in front of crowd? I know the rejection is not new to him but how it feels facing humiliation after being invited. Again someone showed his talent his kingship is not enough, birthright is supreme. Without it you are a subject of humiliation to everyone who has been blessed with it.

How it feels when people around you mock you for who you are by birth? I am trying hard to comprehend. I realize the mind block, I can only visualize, sympathize but empathy?- it doesn't come without experience. So, what should I do now? I can't feel his pain without going through the same, nobody actually can't. If I don't know the pain I don't know the cure. The temple priests I thought, only they have the arrogance of disgracing the queen in open, they have the backing of social norms. They stopped the prince so they can .. my thought stumbled upon on its own proceeding. Prince Sudaman is with HIM. What if he witnessed everything! How did his heart felt seeing his father's dishonor. How it will effect on his young mind.

The noise in arcade bring me back in my senses. How many hours I was sitting there I don't know. A rush of reaching Him first shoved me. I ran in the hall when I saw him. He is holding something with his two hands. A white bundle, same kind of bundle I used to wrap when the children were young. What is that in his hands? WHO is that? Why he is crying? He put down the white bundle in front of me. A face, my son's face is visible in the wrap. He is sleeping. Is he sleeping? He is not too little to wrap in a sheet, I must help my husband to understand this.

"Sudaman Sudaman" I opened the wrap. Blood, he is full of blood! Holding his toy bow in his fist but not replying, not moving. I looked at Him, tresses of dried tears clouded his face. He is mumbling something, must be my name. His lips are moving. A chaos broke down in Panchaal princess' swamvaar. In fight with a Brahmin in Sudaman somehow came between and an arrow from the Brahmin's hand hit him into his heart. So, one arrow entered his heart and it stopped forever? My vision went hazy, whole world started shaking. I lost my senses in darkness.

...

Hastinapur is celebrating the return of Pandavas along with their wife. There is carnival, fun, frolic, gossip. Panchaal princess got married to five sons of previous king Pandu. Talk is on among the citizen. Some were debating on it, some were busy to discuss the hearsay about her beauty.

Sudaman's funeral happened only few days ago. My husband was a warrior, not only in battle field but in life, he could strangle the inner combustion in heart but I fail. Whole ceremony was turning a roughen moan to me, the city seems crematory to me. I hold Vrishasena tight near my heart and stood still in chariot. HE went to meet prince Duryadhan. A shuddered in a sudden cheer- New princess of the Hastinapur has appeared in the wide balcony of the palace. They say she is fire born princess, radiant like fire, I saw nothing but the fire of my son's pier- blazing flame gradually, slowly devouring my Sudaman's little body.

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I heard the curse of mourning mother never fails but did I ever utter a curse! I never cursed Panchaal princess for my loss but when messenger reported that queen of Indraprastha has been staked in dice game by her husbands, I felt a pang inside. Has my repressed resentment of subconscious mind ever hold her responsible for my loss? Was there an unintentional rebuking that resulted into this? Else which husband gambles his wife? A woman has five husbands but no one to protect her from humiliation- is it true or the courier is concocting a story? Another blow was yet to come. My husband insulted the same woman with cruelest word in public.

Revenge? Anger? Despise? What was it Angraaj? Calling a woman wh**e? Was it the way of outlasting? Was it the only way to pacify your vengeance? Was it really you or your ages stored grievance now desperately wants to hit back people? I wanted to ask Him standing right in front of him. Wanted to know why in this way he failed me. In my entire life I treasured two things - my love and pride on my love. These are my priceless possession and I won't let him spoil them in his hatred. He must reply my queries.

But, where is he? Hours turned into day, days turned into weeks He didn't come. He is not in Hastinapur but he didn't reach Anga. Another week passes away. I send messengers but no reply came. Sitting here in Anga my mind sensed every shades of agony. An unstable mind often started questioning, did really heard things about him, was it really He who cursed Panchaal princess? Prince Duryadhana has a brother with same name.. it could be him. He has never affronted a woman ever. Can he really did it? The next moment my conscience mocks me, whom you are trying to convince woman? Does it really matter? Even if he didn't say a word, isn't his silence will be sinister in same way.

Finally, one day he arrived at my door. A single glance on him and I knew he is not the same man who leaved Anga last time. It is only a skeleton of the man once lived with unsullied glory and infallible pride. Ashamed, broken, lost- he entered with drooping head, dark hollow eyes like a wraith confined in mortal world. For the first time I felt his spirit is shattering. The man has always been standing in front of rising finger of mortification throughout his life, standing in its opposite side doesn't did him any good. The experience of facing and returning humiliation resulted same for my husband. Only difference is from long experience he has learn to bear with his own insults but the reverse position is killing him every day.

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Years passed, things changed with time, known but not known moments add up to write eternal stories of human life- the uncontaminated facts of today turns into unreal tales in future. Our love was unchanged but the expression changed, the shelter was in same place only he stopped looking for it. For a long time I saw him to mumble words like, "I was wrong, scriptures are wrong. Nothing makes a woman unchaste but the views of society do. I am not lowborn, Panchaal princess is not unchaste, but the eye of society, only the base of our culture."

I knew He was not talking to me. He was answering to someone else. I don't know whom. I could never knew. I became his life partner, he shared his emotions with me but not his thoughts. I always understand his heart but his mind was out of my reach. It was a shut alley for me. The only person I guess had its key was his friend- not prince Duryadhana but Bhanumati, prince Duryadhana's wife. Prince was his closest companion but a fine line of gratitude was always there for him but with Bhanumati it was all transparent. She could challenge his every conviction with dauntless queries and sharp wit. They communicated to another level. I can never interfere there. I was never jealous on prince Duryadhana for having my husband more than me, I don't envied Panchaal princess as many of you think. I, sometime only envied Bhanumti for being the friend I couldn't become for Him.

It was midnight. Sleepless I was watching stars, trying to recognize those were sparkling in our wedding night when I heard his voice. "That one was shining brightest and longest that night." Almost after one era, I could feel light joy in his voice. Is he smiling?

"You are still awake?" I asked.

"You too are awake" He replied.

"I was unable to sleep"

"A dream awakened me."

"A nice one?"

"A bright one," he said looking at sky. I didn't understand what he meant but before I could he continued. For a while, I felt he was trying to say something but then discontinued and started again with a fine grin.

"Do you remember what was your biggest complain in earlier days of our marriage?"

I frowned without an idea what he wants to mean. In moonlight I could see a mischievous smile on his face. He simply sat in balcony and gestured me to sit beside him. "You would nag on how my heavy gold armor feels heavy on your bosom. Numerous times you would say how you hate this armor of mine and I would think this is only ugly piece of gold not even desired by a woman." He paused for breath, "I felt helpless in front of your complains, always thinking what can be done with it. Tonight I found the best solution.."

"In a dream?" I asked snatching words from his mouth.

He nodded. "I was so stupid. Why didn't I just get rid of it? You don't like it but other women may like it. Or you can make ornaments out of it.."

I stood up, "This was your dream? It makes no sense. Now forget about it and go to sleep. I am also going." But before I could take my first step he hold my wrist firmly, "Just say will you be happy if I take it off my body," he said. Was there a hint of pathos in his voice? I turned to see his face. No, he is wearing a broad smile on his face. He can't be serious. I know him he can't fake a smile before me.

"Yes I will be the happiest if you do so." I replied in a fake tone.

He smiled again but this time it didn't reach his eyes. But, the next moment his broad smile covered it all. He embraced me tight. Out lips met with deep longing, after so many days the first night of our wedding came back. Our old sparkling friend shone brightest that night as if he is shining for last time.

The beautiful night ended with blazing sunlight almost burning my eyes. I wake up late. He must have gone for his Morning Prayer and charity. His charity was another thing I was scared in my early days with him. I never conveyed my anxiety to him but my heart was always concerned. What if a woman asks for his companionship or words in "Daan." I knew how the girls in Anga and Hastinapoor used to wait to have a sight of him during his morning prayer. I felt possessive but afraid to express my thought to Him. Even now I have the same uneasiness in me. Within a while, I started worrying, why he is so late today. The sun is also behaving very odd as if he wants to burn the world in his wrath. Terror strikes me hard. Sitting in this palace, I have heard chain of ominous news. My heart is not capable to take the agony anymore.

The next moment I heard a shriek. A maid yelled and fainted in front of me. The next moment I saw him wounded, flooded with blood. A paste of medicated herbs and ointment covering his chest back what was covered by the gold armor till last night. It was with him from his birth and now only deep gush, protruding flesh and skin is visible in his whole upper body.

I found myself completely dumb folded, looking at him and then on his body, touching the wounds but unable to utter a single word. His dream wasn't a dream then, it was a prior warning. By whom? Who is now scorching the earth with his rays?

He was still wearing the same smile on his face, trying to mutter something, "you didn't like it but see there were huge admirer of my armor. Today Indra, the king of Devas arrived in disguise of a beggar to beseech it. Finally someone will value my possession." I rooted in the same place. He is laughing at such injustice! He knew every-thing but said nothing. I am seeing Him through teary hazy vision, finally world taught Him laughing in his own tragedy.

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