This is a Mahabharata fanfiction...
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In the realm of three interconnected kingdoms - Hastinapur, Gandhar, and Kuntiboj - a tale unfolds that weaves together the fates of diverse charac...
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The sacred union of Dhritarashtra, the prince of Hastinapura, and Gandhari, the princess of Gandhara, took place amid an atmosphere charged with devotion and sacrifice.
The grand halls of Hastinapur Palace were adorned with opulent decorations, vibrant flowers, and intricate tapestries, setting the stage for a union unlike any other. Royals from Gandhara had arrived, their regal presence adding a touch of elegance to the proceedings. The air buzzed with anticipation as the guests mingled, sharing stories of the unique couple about to be joined in matrimony.
In the heart of the palace, the ceremonial area was prepared to perfection. A grand dais stood at the center, where the sacred vows would be exchanged. Dressed in princely attire, Dritharashtra stood in the heart of the palace, his emotions a mixture of eager anticipation and deep reverence. As the heir to Hastinapur's throne, he carried the weight of his lineage's responsibilities on his shoulders. But this union held a significance that extended beyond mere tradition.
In the midst of all the grandeur, this marriage wasn't just about uniting Dhritarashtra and Gandhari; it also held the fate of another person, the radiant son named Karna. The fate of Karna was a closely guarded secret within the royal family of Hastinapur, and the decision rested solely on Gandhari's acceptance. Dritharashtra knew that whether or not Gandhari would accept Karna as her own would only become clear after their union. It was a revelation he anticipated would occur after their marriage.
The unspoken truth was that this marriage held the power to determine Karna's destiny within the Kuruvansh. Dritharashtra's commitment to embracing Karna as his own, binding him into the fabric of their royal lineage, was a pledge of which Gandhari remained unaware. As the ceremony unfolded, amidst the vibrant celebration and anticipation, Dritharashtra's inner thoughts wrestled with the weight of this truth—a truth that would eventually shape the course of their intertwined lives.
Amidst the whispers of the guests, a hushed excitement filled the air as the princess of Gandhara made her entrance. Her arrival sparking whispers among the assembled guests. However, a slight stumble momentarily marred her graceful entrance. Quickly, Sakuni rushed to her side, extending a supporting hand that offered steadiness to her steps. Guided by her brother's unwavering support, Gandhari moved forward with newfound assurance, her heart brimming with love for the journey ahead.
Sakuni's devotion to his sister was evident in his actions, as he fulfilled the promise he had made to himself. With utmost care, he ensured that each of her footfalls was secure, maintaining a gentle yet steady grip on her hand. His presence bestowed upon her a sense of comfort in the face of uncertainty. As they advanced together, the onlookers observed the scene with deep admiration, touched by the depth of Sakuni's commitment to his sister's well-being.
Gandhari's journey down the aisle was not without its challenges. The grandeur of the palace, the echoes of footsteps, and the hushed murmurs of the crowd combined to create a sensory landscape that was both overwhelming and unfamiliar. Her blindfold intensified her reliance on her other senses, and she navigated the path with the grace of a dancer, her movements imbued with a quiet strength.
