Chapter 79: Chapter 77: Wife’s Plea For Justice... Always Second Choice...
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After three days...
Three days later, the clang of war had faded into mory.
Departure day had arrived.
Inside Devara’s chamber—The air felt... lighter.
War had left. Now it was ti for spending ti with his family.
Where Goddess Ganga and Goddess Bhudevi
Had returned. Not as distant deities.
As mothers who had arrived to check on their sons.
Goddess Bhudevi sat close—Feeding him with her own hands .
Each bite carried sothing more than food—Care for her son. Relief he was safe after the stunt he had pulled at the war.
A quiet scolding hidden beneath affection.
"You frightened us,"
She said softly slightly annoyed by him.
anwhile—Goddess Ganga wasn’t nearly as gentle as Goddess Bhudevi.
She reached out—And pulled his ear. Which she always did when ever he pulls so mischief.
But this ti he had really made her worry about his safety.
"Reckless boy."
Her tone sharp edge—But her eyes betrayed her.
Worry still lingered there still rembering his horrifying face while he was suffering from the backlash.
Devara winced slightly—Half amused—Half guilty of making his mother worried of him.
"-Ouch!"
Then—His expression changed. Serious. As he declared.
"If I had left it..."
His voice steadied.
"The black hole would have consud Bhulok1."
His gaze shifted to Goddess Bhudevi.
"And you mother."
A pause.
"I couldn’t allow that."
The room fell quiet. Not heavy as before.
Just... still. Witnessing the worry of a son for his mother’s safety.
Which touched Goddess Bhudevi very much.
As she was caught off guard he blinked once.
-Blink!
"...."
Then—She cupped his cheeks. Without any warning.
A soft smile forming—
"Look at you..."
Her thumb brushed his face.
"So serious."
She laughed gently.
-Fufu!!!
"To , you’re still the little boy running around causing trouble."
Goddess Ganga let out a small huff in mock annoyance.
-Huff!
"That hasn’t changed."
But her hand—Rested briefly on his head as she ruffled it.
A silent blessing.
Because beneath the teasing—They knew it even before he said.
What he had done on that day—What he had endured—Was far beyond what any child—Or even most gods if she calculated their will—Would dare to act how he did.
Yet here he was. Sitting between them.
Being fed by them. Getting scolded by them while he listens like a kid taking all in without any complaint.
Like nothing had changed.
And perhaps—That was the only thing keeping him grounded.
Because even after becoming sothing the world feared—To them—He was still—Their son who run around their domain playing around made them experience their motherhood fully.
The warmth in the chamber didn’t last untouched for long.
Footsteps approached the chamber.
-Thud. -Thud.
-Thud. -Thud...
asured. Purposeful. As they were here to discuss a important thing.
The doors opened—And with them ca weight of the expectation.
Rajmata Satyavati entered first—Followed by Queen mothers Ambika and Ambalika.
They paused by what is happening before them.
Watching. A rare sight—A warrior who had shaken the Bhulok with his transformation as Lord Narashima—Being fed like a child by his mothers.
For a mont—None of them spoke. Don’t want to break the beautiful mont before them
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Then Rajmata Satyavati stepped forward.
Her voice calm—But carrying the authority of history itself as she called her sister.
"Ganga..."
She addressed her directly.
"Devara must return to Hastinapur. This ti... Please hear us..."
No hesitation at all.
"The kingdom waits for him. His arrival the whole residents were waiting for their prince to return."
A pause—Heavy this ti as her words were sinking in.
"He is the king it needs."
Ambika nodded imdiately supporting her mother in law.
Ambalika followed suit behind her sister to support their mother in law..
Agreent ford like a wall as the three important figures at the Hastinapur Kingdom is standing before Devara.
But Goddess Ganga—Did not move.
Her expression remained still as she once said she don’t want Devara to be tied to Hastinapur she feels he might be to turn to like her elder son Bhishma who would bound himself to it.
Unconvinced. Unmoved.
The silence stretched as Goddess Ganga don’t want to speak about it—Until Goddess Bhudevi spoke.
Not commanding like a goddess. Guiding her son to make a good decision and choice.
"Consider it,"
She said to Devara looking at him seriously.
"If you beco king..."
Her voice softened as she explains the responsibilities .
"You carry not just power... But lives. Every citizen becos your responsibility."
A faint smile ford on her face as she had confidence in his good decision making abilities.
"I will support whatever you choose."
No pressure on his shoulders from her side. Only truth about what he will be carrying on his shoulders if he accepts it.
Before Devara could answer Rajmata Satyavati—More entered the chamber one by one.
Crown Dhritarashtra and Madri
King Subala along with his wife and his sons to check on Devara—
Drona and Ashwatthama along with Kripi all three were smiling.
Followed soon after by Mahamantri Vidura and his wife.
The room filled soon as one by one arrived.
Not with noise—With expectation what decision Devara would make.
Then—Another presence entered just after Mahamantri Vidura.
Bhishma stepped in. The room shifted.
Not louder—But heavier seeing all of them Devara could guess there seems to be discussion about that even before today.
He looked at Devara. His brother who had grown to a strong warrior.
With a Long. Steady. Gaze
Then spoke finally.
"If you accept this..."
His voice carried sothing rare in it.
Not command as his elder brother. But Hope for the kingdom he serve.
"...you free ."
A ripple passed through the room. This ti heavier.
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Even silence seed to react.
"My vow—"
He continued in low voice—
"—has bound
for too long."
A pause.
"With you as king..."
He exhaled slowly.
-Sigh!
"I can finally lay that burden down."
No theatrics or hidden politics. Just truth about his situation.
Now—All eyes turned to Devara.
Not pushing the choice. Not forcing him to take one.
But waiting for him in the hope of accepting it.
As for king Shubala if his son in law beco the king of the Hastinapur he would be the one who is most happiest one in the whole Gandhara.
Because this—Was not a battlefield decision.
This was sothing else entirely.
A crown—Not of gold—But of weight of all those citizens expectation.
And for the first ti since the war—Devara stood not as a warrior—But as a man—At a crossroads—Where every path led to a different kind of responsibility.
The chamber had been full. Now it felt... tight.
The doors opened once again—And Gandhari stepped in.
She paused as her looked around.
So many gathered. So many eyes. So many expectations.
As he heard Bhishma’s words She understood enough—Without being told.
So she stayed silent.
"...."
Waiting. For her husband’s words. For his choice. No matter what he chooses she would support him.
But before Devara could speak—Another voice rose.
Stopping everyone from further asking Devara to beco their king.
Soft at first. Then steady as she felt everyone’s eyes on her.
Madri stepped forward. Her gaze lowered.
Not out of weakness. Because she knew—What she was about to say—Would not be welcod easily that to now where this conversation was going on.
But she knew she needs to do it now or never.
Devara looked at her. And gave a small nod.
-Nod!
"...."
Permission for her to speak her mind out.
Madri took a breath steadying herself.
Then pointed—Toward’s her husband current Crown prince Dhritarashtra.
Who blinked. Confused. As his wife pointed at him.
-Blink!
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Others too were confused what she was going to say.
Then she spoke breaking the silence.
"Why..."
Her voice didn’t shake. But it carried weight of wife who was asking justice for her husband who were ignored all the ti.
"Why does everyone ignore his right to the throne?"
The air changed. Not suddenly. Like a room losing warmth.
No one answered hearing her question which ca unexpectedly.
Because everyone understood the question.
Ambika tried to respond it was for her son’s own good—But Madri raised her hand.
Stopping her from continuing t.
Not rudely. But firmly. As if she really wanted to say all this.
"My husband—"
She continued in deep tone—
"Was the eldest."
Her eyes finally lifted—But not to Devara.
To the room who were urging Devara to take the throne and beco the king of Hastinapur.
"To all of you. He had every quality of a king."
A pause.
"And yet—"
Her voice sharpened with pain—
"He was denied... because of his blindness."
No one moved. No one argued. With what she had just spat at their face.
Because it was true. Especially Vidura who looked really uncomfortable.
"He did penance. He fought his limitations. He returned—stronger. But by then—"
"Pandu—was made crown prince."
Her hands tightened slightly about how much sacrifice her husband as made.
"He accepted it. Without any complaint..."
No bitterness in that line. Only fact of how Dhritarashtra accepted the decision of the elders even through it was unfair to him.
Then—Her voice dropped as she looked at everyone who were looking at her husband with complicated face.
"When Pandu was cursed... When he left... My husband was finally given that place."
A breath. As her words finally settled down.
"Finally."
The words lingered. Heavy. Which made everyone present uncomfortable.
And then—She turned to look at the center of all of this—Toward Devara.
Who was now going to be the next king while her husband was sidelined again.
"And now—Another prince arrives."
No accusation in her tone. But it was enough to tear those who were just now eagerly asking Devara to beco the king.
But the aning stood clear.
"And once again—He is expected to step aside."
Silence deepened.
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Even Vidura shifted slightly. Uncomfortable. As he couldn’t find a words to argue.
When he was about to speak Devara t his eyes and shook his head.
Indicating him not to speak.
Which made him pause. So he stayed silent.
Because this was not politics. This was sothing more fragile a feeling of a prince who was repeatedly ignored by his own family and denied his rights.
"What is the value—"
Madri continued as her words were pressing—
"Of all his sacrifices? Of his effort? Of everything he has endured—To prove himself worthy?"
Her voice finally trembled—Just slightly. To show how effected she was.
"If all it takes... To replace him ...is soone better?"
That last word landed hardest.
Not as insult. As truth people were afraid to say aloud.
The room fell completely silent.
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No whispers. No shifting. Nothing.
All of them looked at her in silence.
Because she had spoken—What many had avoided subconsciously the feeling of the crown prince .
And at the center of it—Dhritarashtra stood still.
Looking at his wife who was speaking for his rights. While his own family never did even once except his mother.
Stunned.
Not angry. Not offended.
Just... Quietly shaken. How his wife understood him and cared about him so much.
Because for the first ti—Soone had voiced for him—What he himself—Had never allowed himself to say.
And now—All eyes returned to the one who was listening to her silently—To Devara.
Not with expectation this ti.
But with sothing far more difficult—A question—That had no easy answer currently.
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