Lakshmi disguised herself as a scribe — sent by the Rishis of the forest to document the tales of the Kuru dynasty. The court welcomed her, but none more than Duryodhan, who was curious about anyone who dared speak their mind around princes.
“So, Lakshmi of the forests, you write tales of kings?” he asked, smirking, his eyes sharp.
“I write truths, Your Highness, not tales.” she replied boldly.
He laughed, amused. “And what truth would you write about me?”
She looked him straight in the eye. “That your heart is divided — between glory and grief, between revenge and righteousness.”
Duryodhan’s smile faded.
From that moment on, he watched her closely. In the palace gardens, she would write; in the royal court, she would listen. And in the shadows of the old halls, they would talk — sometimes arguing, sometimes in silence.
Their bond grew. Slowly. Deeply.
Lakshmi saw the layers no scroll ever revealed: Duryodhan the loyal son, the passionate student of Balaram, the protector of Karna, the seeker of honor — and not just the villain fate painted him to be.
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?The Threads of Destiny: A Love Beyond Time ?
FanfictionLakshmi never believed she belonged in the modern world.But when an ancient scroll pulls her into the age of Mahabharat, she finds herself face to face with Duryodhan - the warrior prince hi온라인카지노게임 calls a villain. As time bends and destiny trembles...
