《Her Cursed Fate》4~|| Hastinapur ||
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Subhadra entered the soon to be bride's room with a huge smile. The soon to be bride was lost in her own thoughts that she did not notice the arrival of the yadavkumari.
"Dushala"
"Huh" Dushala said looking up startled. Subhadra giggled looking at her bestfriend.
"Where were you lost? Already started day dreaming about your to be husband" Subhadra teased.
"No...no....its nothing like that." Dushala stammered.
"Really?" Subhadra wriggled her eyebrows looking at Dushala making a blush to appear on her cheeks. Dushala gave her a shy smile.
"Anyway, what is the reason for your this wide creepy smile." Dushala asked as she tried to change the topic.
"Oh yes they will arrive in hastinapur today before the dawn."
"Who?" a confused Dushala asked.
"Aadrika and Alaknandha"
"You are not joking right." Dushala aked with wide eyes.
"Nope they will arrive here in Hastinpur by afternoon."
The girls hugged in excitement.
"Who is coming that made you girls this excited?"a voice asked making the two girls to break their hug.
"Pranipat Bhratashree"
"Pranipat Rajkumar Duryodhana" both the girls greeted.
Duryodhana nodded his head acknowledging it.
"You didn't answer my question." Dushala and Subhadra looked at each other.
"The Alaknandha and Aadrika the rajkumari's of amernath" Subhadra said making Duryodhana nod his head.
"But why are you excited to meet them? They are yuvrani Athulya's sisters right? So they must be here to meet her right?" he asked in confusion
"Bhratashree, they are coming for my wedding. They are my kanyakul friends. We four were bestfriends.We were always together."
"They must be like the Queen of Sindhu after all they are sisters right" He voiced out his thoughts. He clearly remember the behaviour of Queen towards everyone. Arrogant and cruel. He had an instant dislike towards that Queen.
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"No Rajkumar Duryodhana, Aadrika and Alaknandha are not like Queen Athulya. They are complete opposite of her. Aadrika is the cool and naughty one while Alaknandha is the sweet and calm one." For the first time Subhadra spoke.
"Yes bhratashree they are nothing like Queen Athulya." Dushala said supporting Subhadra.
Duryodhana looked at them highly amused at the way they supported the Amernath rajkumaris.
"Wait bhratashree I have their pictures with me."
Dushala started searching for the pictures. Soon she found what she was looking for. She handed the pictures to him.
He scanned the images in his hands. They both are beautiful there was no doubt in it. Unknown to himself his eyes lingered on Alaknandha's painting. She looked like an angel. She definitely is most beautiful woman in the whole Aryavart. An unknown desire stirred in his blood. He looked up from the pictures and sighed.
"Looks can be deciving behna." Duryodhana said handing the pictures back to her. Subhadra and Dushala sighed hearing him.
"You will understand once you meet them." Dushala said too tired to argue with him.
***
It's been two days since they have started the journey to Hastinapur. By today evening they would reach Hastinapur. Like always Aadrika was blabbing and the other two ladies were listening. Ahaan rode on a horse parallel to the chariot.
"When will we reach there bhratashree?" Alaknandha asked.
"Soon. We have just crossed the borders of Hastinapur. By noon itself we will reach there." Ahaan replied.
"I will ask you all a question to check your capability." Brinda said making the other three look at her. This is Brinda's main hobby. Even on her first night Brinda asked Ahaan a riddle. The whole night he was thinking about the answer while Brinda was sleeping peacefully. Later the next morning he got the answer from his sisters.
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"Ask." Aadrika encouraged her.
"What goes up but never comes down?" Brinda asked leaving the other three to ponder upon.
Ahaan sighed knowing that his two sisters are her to save him.
"A tree." Aadrika said after a few minutes with a smile but the smile turned into a frown when Brinda shook her head no.
"Age. The answer is age because it will only increase with time.", Alaknandha said.
"You are right Alaknandha. The answer is age."
The rest of the journey was a silent one most lost in their own thoughts. Aadrika and Alaknandha were excited to Dushala and Subhadra after 2 years. The four of them were four petals of the same flower. The four would always share everything with each other. They never had any secrets between them. Their friendship was the one that made everyone jealous.
***
It was around noon when they reached the Hastinapur palace. All the elders of Hastinapur and Sindh Maharaj and maharani too were there to welcome them. Athulya gave nasty looks to both Aadrika and Alaknandha, it went unnoticed by everyone except the four new comers. Aadrika wanted to say something to her but Alaknandha pressed her hands signaling her to stay silent. After greeting everyone they were guided into their respective chambers.
Both the girls decided to share the same chamber. Both started to unpack their things or at least Alaknandha started. Aadrika was busy looking around.
"Rajkumari Aadrika sorry to disturb you but Rajkumari Dushala and Yuvadakumari has asked permission to enter the chamber." a dassi said.
"Let them in." Aadrika exclaimed unable to control her excitement.
"Aadrika."
"Alaknandha"
Dushala hugged Aadrika tightly slightly cutting out the path of oxygen. As for Alaknandha she was knocked down on the bed by Subhadra.
The four shared a laugh looking at each other. This is what they really the most clumsy Rajkumaris to ever exist. The four shared a group hug letting out their in the hug. They broke the hug and looked at each other the smile not leaving their faces.
A strong friendship doesn't need daily conversation or being together. As long as the relationship lives in the heart, true friends never part.
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