"But I want you two to commence the tapasya first." She looked down at the ground.
"Change of mind? That's sudden." Sahadev nudged."Not a change of mind, Arya. I doubt whether you shall be able to complete the penance in the handful of years we have.
Moreover, I have never wielded a single weapon my entire life. So, it might take a decent amount of time to teach me from scratch.
After you're done with the divya oushadhi knowledge, we can begin with my training."Kairavi's statements were quite reasonable, which convinced the twin rajkumars to do what she suggested.
Within a few days, the three of them had constructed a small hut and cleared out the patches of grass in front of their abode.
While Nakul and Sahadev sat inside water for hours, it was Arni's responsibility to look after the hut and a few animals that they had domesticated.There was nothing threatening in the area, for it was Lord Ram's capital. The place where Vishnu himself established his rule, could never inhabit evil in itself.
Hence, it was pretty easy for her to wrap up all her chores without worrying about dacoits and the king's ministers.Atrocities were something that Brihadal's kingdom had never heard of, let alone practiced.
If the three royals felt they were unwelcomed, they would just move to Kashi.
Or Central Kosal in the worst-case scenario, which was under Jarasandh's rule once.
It would mean they would live in Duryodhan's territory, but hopefully, he couldn't get them as long as Bhishm was alive.
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Kairavi
Historical FictionHow can she reap hope on a land where despair plants seeds of agony and sufferings? Whose destiny is written with the ink of misery, how can she rinse the stains with mirth? How can she put on the cloak of patience when life strips her out of it eve...