After the Cacophony-||11||

                                    

                                          
'Arya! When are we reaching?' Laxmanaa was a bit anxious on her chariot. Winds blew in the most absurd direction making her jewelry and clothes an unbearable entity. Plus her hairdo was all ready for suicide.
                          
'It would be better for you to keep patience Manu!' Samba replied in his most alluded tone. He knew they were close, but he advised his wife otherwise. The surprise element on her face on entering the gates shouldn't be any less. 
                          
'BhabhiShree Laxmanaa! Bhrata Shree Samba always likes to veil things in his heart. Don't take him seriously.' Bhanu was all ready to add in the situation.
                          
'I am so agreeing to it!' Laxmanaa crossed her hands over her chest huffing. 
'That doesn't express a desire for a swordfight, does it?' Samba questioned Laxmanaa in confusion and disinterest. 
'What makes you think otherwise?' Laxmanaa narrowed her gaze until Bhanu spoke up.
                          
'Hastinapur is here !' He voiced the news much to the delight of the husband and wife.

                          
As the chariot moved through the streets of Hastinapur an eerie silence surrounded the trio. Laxmanaa stared hard around to find atleast one similarity in the whole arena of her birth place, but she failed miserably. She looked around to find the bangle-sellar she had loved to buy bangles from, the lady who was a wonderful singer, the little girls whom she taught how to use the weapons. But there was just the blazing solidarity of blowing winds, the murmur of abandoned leaves and the stunned mourning of green trees. 
                          
'I don't think this is Hastinapur.' The reality was bitter for the princess. Samba held Laxmanaa's hand in a tight embrace, as she basked all her energy from her husband's warmth.
                          
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Bhanumati stood beside Draupadi and Subhadra. The King stood a bit far from the lady trio as he constantly murmured commands for the proper welcome of his guests- ah! actually his own children. The gifts had already started arriving. Sweets, velvets, gold and silver- there was every type of artifact to delicacy which made them feel Dwarka at the doorstep of Hastinapur.
                          
'Malini !' Draupadi gestured her maid to give Bhanumati the plate lighted with diyas and filled with flowers and vermillion. Bhanumati, first a bit startled of the gesture, looked up at the queen who particularly dragged her in the mid with a large grin, and then whisphered 'It's all yours!' in her ear. Bhanumati nodded her head in a yes and stared ahead to catch the first glimpse of the daughter whom she had married off to a foreign land. 
                          
Samba and Laxmanaa were the first one to greet the elders of Hastinapur. Suthanu and Pragti stood aside. After giving a heart-wrenching embrace to her mother, Laxmanaa was all tears. Her husband proceeded to embrace his KakaShrees, already crackimg some insane-humored jokes which made Suthanu draw an analogy with her PitaShree Nakul. They already seem good friends- she thought. Her thought-chain was broken when Laxmanaa was all chattery and familiar with her younger sister. She cleared her throat and passed her best smile to her cousin, Laxmanaa. 'Oh my ! Pardon me Jiji!' Laxmanaa was rapid to bend down in a hail. 'God bless you!' Suthanu murmured her best wishes. 
                          
'Samba! Has anybody told you that you look so much like Govind!' Draupadi pulled his cheeks affectionately.
                          
'Indeed!' Bheem agreed and Yudhithir just nodded his head in affirmation.
                          
'Oh no Kakishree!' Bhanu was quick to gain the attention of the crowd. 'Brother Samba is just too oblivious to his similarities, but what I have heard back at Dwarka- they say that I still maintain the position of the most favorite son!' Bhanu remarked sneakily.
                          
'Here, favorite means mischivious. Don't we all know how PitaShree has got being the cutest person alive award?' Samba's statement sent everybody in a jitters of laughter.