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hum-suffer · 7 months

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We'll say hello again (Nevermind the chasm between us) 6

They're going to be fifteen soon and the fact seems to entertain both of her brothers way too much than it does her.

Gauri rolls her eyes as she spars against a smiling Bahu, her leather urumi clashing against his wooden longsword. Behind them, Bhalla is sparring against Katappa and his mace rings loud as Katappa retaliates, with his own mace in return.

"Faster, Gauri!" Amrendra yells at her laughingly,"You're my sister, be better than this!"

She doesn't reply but raises her eyebrows and twirls out of reach of his sword point and kicks his bicep in one step. Bahu stumbles but stays standing on his feet. He looks at Gauri in what she assumes to be a reluctantly impressed look. She smirks at him.

He stands up in a flourish of limbs and his sword point comes dangerously close to her torso but Gauri ducks and rolls away, the pressure at her knees and calf almost knocking her out. Laying down, Gauri swipes at Bahu's legs and he dodges, jumping away.

Panting, Gauri rises. Bahu moves to loosen his shoulders and gives her a cocky smile. Gauri shakes her head and adjusts her grip on her urumi and charges. Bahu charges back at her and she's aiming to hit his shoulder in a fatal attack but he ducks at the last moment and his foot kicks out. Only, instead of hitting her elongated sword hilt, Bahu's armoured shoe lands on her knuckles.

Gauri yelps, embarrassingly enough and everyone around them seems to still.

"Good match," she tells Bahu, who looks like he's on the threshold of panicking. Gauri feels the blood slither from her split knuckles as Bhalla jogs over and pats Bahu on the back.

Katappa smiles at them and shakes his head. Gauri gives him her leather urumi and he looks taken aback at the blood on her knuckles. "I'm fine," she lies before he can worry about her,"I'll see the healer and then see you all for dinner."

"You know that you also lost the bet, right?" Bhalla says, grinning from ear to ear. Gauri rolls her eyes. She enables her brothers too much, she's extremely aware of that. Just this once, Gauri protested against the idea of spending Bhalla's birthday in a forest, hunting a wild bear and they made it their mission to gain Gauri's assent, free or forced. She shouldn't have taken a bet for sparring but why not make things memorable, even if she knew she was always going to agree with whatever those two wanted?

The blood on her knuckles drops on the beige stone of the courtyard and Gauri smiles. Her voice doesn't work, the instinctive lump in her throat that is a reaction to the pain won't let her speak. She nods and Bhalla punches the air, a grin on his face.

She looks down at her hand. The blood looks like liquid alta.

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Bahu crawls into her bed that night.

"I'm sorry," he whispers in a broken voice as he had done all those years ago. He kisses her knuckles. Gauri wonders if he feels the blood there. If he tastes it.

She smiles at him and brushes his hair away from his eyes. He's growing his hair longer these days, it suits him, but this is the awkward phase where even Gauri needs to acknowledge that he's looking awkward. "I'm alright, Amar," she whispers in the air between them.

He hiccups and burrows closer to her.

"Don't cry, beta," she coos at him even though he's older to her by ten minutes, "it's alright, I'm not even hurt. See?"

She flexes her fist and the jolts of pain that run along her arm are suppressed in her throat because she can't see guilt in his eyes again.

He's laying lower than her, face burrowed in her shoulder. Gauri presses a kiss to his crown and slides an arm under his head as a pillow. "I didn't mean to," he says, trembling still. "I can never see you hurt, not because of me, never."

"Oh, brother," she sighs and pulls him tighter to herself, cradling him. "I know you would never hurt me, I know. It's just a scratch, Amar. It'll heal by Bhalla's birthday, you see. I'm fine." She pushes his hair back again and kisses his hairline tenderly. "You fought so well, I'm so proud of you."

Bahu shifts his head on Gauri's hand that he's using as a pillow, and lays more comfortably in the crook of her elbow. His hand goes to his neck and pulls at the chain he always wears.

Gauri gifted it to him when they were twelve, a simple and dainty gold chain. Bhalla had received a similar gift, but he had refused to wear it because he felt that it was too feminine. Bahu hadn't taken the chain off once and over the years, he developed the habit that he's currently perusing.

He pulls at the chain, hard enough that had it been a lesser craftsmanship, the chain would end up broken. He learns it from Gauri, she thinks. She does the same to the rudraksha mala she wears, only, her habit is born out of a need to ground herself and his is born out of a need to reassure himself.

She takes his hand, with her harmed hand, and gently pulls it away from his chain. Her fingers envelop his and she feels the heavy impressions that the pulling has left behind.

She kisses his forehead again. "Do not worry, brother. You could never hurt me."

Bahu lowers his gaze and tightens his hold on their joined hands but doesn't say anything.

Gauri keeps her eyes open until she hears the telltale snoring of her brother. "I love you," she says in the air between them like it is a secret that will stay buried between them. He is the moon to her stars, he is the sky to her sun, he is the heart to her ribcage. He is her brother.

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By the time they do go out on Bhalla's birthday, Gauri's hand is healed, almost, barring the spasms of pain she feels if she lifts heavier objects. The cancellation of her sitar learning classes has put her in a mood so foul that even Maa knows the reason.

Still, Gauri and Bahu ambush Bhalla in his room, jumping on his bed to wake him up like they've been doing for years and years on end. She doesn't even remember when the tradition started and she's well aware that they're getting too old to be jumping on beds, but every year she thinks of declining and every year she gives into Bahu's big eyes.

Bhalla hits them both with his pillows— any and all pillows he can get his hands on are flung at the twins, who dodge or even return the attack. Bhalla laughs loudly and finally pulls them down, Bahu by his foot and Gauri by her pallu.

They sit on his bed, huffing and puffing, big smiles on their exhausted faces.

"Happy birthday, Bhalla!" Gauri and Bahu say in unison. Bahu once again tries to attack Bhalla with tickles but falls face first on the mattress when Bhalla rolls over. Gauri snickers, wishing she could capture this moment forever.

Bhalla, never gone to let an opportunity go, rolls back again on Bahu's back, laughing rowdily when Bahu squeaks.

Finally, when Bahu pinches Bhalla's ear and they both untangle themselves from the mess they've created, Gauri pulls out her pouch from her waist and passes it on to Bhalla. He gives her a smile and rushes to open it, grabbing out the Mahadev idol that Gauri herself made from clay. Bhalla whispers thanks with teary eyes and gives Gauri a half hug.

Bahu pulls out the bag that he had earlier stowed away under the bed and passes it onto Bhalla obnoxiously. Bhalla hits Bahu with the bag first before opening it and pulling out a pair of golden and blue mojdis that perfectly suit the favourite outfit that Bhalla has.

"Thank you," he says to Bahu, giving him a hug as well. He reverently puts the Mahadev idol at his bedside table and gently puts the shoes on the floor before he tackles Gauri in a hug that sends her sprawling on the mattress. She laughs loudly and tickles him in retaliation, to get him to let her go. Unfortunately, Bahu, that traitor, joins Bhalla and just laughs.

"I'll never do anything for you!" She threatens the two of them.

Bhalla sticks out his tongue at her,"You will, you love us too much."

Before she can spew out a lie about declination, there's a knock on the doors and Maa calls out Bhalla's name and enters.

She takes one look at them, Bhalla and Gauri faux wrestling as Bahu has a pillow in his hands, ready to hit the two of them, and raises her eyebrows. Bhalla scrambles off of Gauri and Gauri sits up so fast that she's dizzy with the sudden blood flow for a moment. Still, she snatches the pillow from Bahu's hands and puts it back near the headboard.

Behind Maa, uncle Bijjaldev stands. He scoffs,"What are you, children? Getting into the room of your elder brother and ruining his sleep is what you do for his birthday?"

Regret makes Gauri look down instantly. Bhalla shares a lot of his thoughts with his father. He's a good man, Bhalla, but really, if he only tolerates their presence and doesn't anticipate it? Is it even any good?

Maa gives uncle a look but smiles at them. "Get ready for breakfast, my children." Gauri nudges Bhalla and he breaks out of his trance to stumble towards his parents and touch their feet.

"May you always be brave and glorious." Maa blesses him with gentle eyes and cups his face as she kisses his forehead. Uncle pulls Bhalla to embrace him roughly and blesses,"May you be a worthy King."

The word suffocates the levity in the room and Gauri slips off from Bhalla's bed.

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They have a successful hunt, they do. They capture the bear— injured from Bhalla's multiple arrows— and they're going back towards the city when it happens. Gauri's horse, Ratan, balks and jerks suddenly.

She's nervous about the sudden behavioral change in her faithful horse but everything she tries doesn't work at all and Ratan doesn't move forward at all. He shifts jerkily even when Gauri turns forceful to make him move.

The forest they're in is at the edge of the state of Mahishamati and the river that flows through the forest, which is as near to them as possible since it is a landmark of their way home, as well as the impending waterfall all make her extremely jittery.

Bhairavrath appears beside her, walking on foot, and tries his hand at gently caressing Ratan. Ratan neighs loudly and now they've finally gained the attention of the rest of the party. Bhairavrath tries his damnedest, but gentle ways isn't what Ratan is understanding. Gauri doesn't know what's wrong with the horse but she knows what dangers she's going to wade in if she keeps riding him.

"My princess," Bhairavrath says, extremely serious as he has an eye on Ratan and one on Gauri. "May I suggest stepping down."

"That's exactly what I'm planning, my archer." She quips back as she begins to rise. But at that moment, a foot soldier approaches them, his spear parallel to the ground and tries to command Ratan. Ratan, who shares the temper of Gauri, snarls and rises in an obvious challenge and Gauri— Gauri falls.

The ground is already slippery because of the season as well as the river flowing mere feet away and she rolls off the rock laid terrain, her dominant hand colluding with a boulder in an attempt to steady herself.

She falls into the river, mouth open in a silent scream as agony burns through her hand right down to the lungs and she can't breath. She can't see anything and all she feels is water on her skin, on her clothes, in her nose and she can't breathe. Panic bubbles in her chest and the darkness under the water makes her fear larger still as the water begins to flow. Gauri kicks her feet in an attempt to rise above or swim but her right hand isn't responding well to any pressure and every moment, even ones made by forceful waves, becomes hurtful.

She doesn't know if it's mere moments or hours but the next thing she knows is there's another person near her and as her eyes are beginning to droop and head starts to buzz, a hand laces around her waist and pulls her up.

As soon as they are above the water surface, Gauri gasps, greedy for the air in order to calm her lungs as much as she can. Her rescuer is saying something but it doesn't make sense to her and she realises some water must have gone into her ears as well.

The words sound far away but she recognises the voice.

"You're alive, my princess," Bhairavrath says,"just hold onto me and we can go back to safety."

Gauri does as she's told because she has no energy. There's a headache blooming in her mind and the throb behind her ear makes her wonder if she hit hear head somewhere.

"Gauri!" She hears Bahu shout, because she will always hear him, no matter what happens, his voice is always going to be loud and clear to her. And then, as the water turns shallow, there's another, more familiar arm around her shoulder. Gauri slumps against Bahu.

"Her hand is swollen." Bhairavrath says somewhere. She hears someone say something in retort but can't make out whatever is being said.

She buries her face in Bahu's shoulder. "Amar," she whispers,"my head."

His hand instantly goes to the back of her hand and in a light caress, travels to her nape. Her eyes continue to droop.

"The Princess needs immediate medical attention," Bhairavrath says somewhere.

Bhalla barks an order to Katappa, oddly sounding like his mother in tone. Gauri scoffs at the thought and her eyes close completely.

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We'll say hello again (nevermind the chasm between us) 3

When they were younger, Bhalla doted on Gauri. Perhaps it was because she was never a contender for the throne he so loved, but he loved her. He twirled her in his arms and joked that he would find her a King brave, gentle and caring to marry. She hit his shoulders while laughing and joked that she would name his child something terrible.

Bhadra was a name choice of hers.

Bhalla—he loved her. Even when he raged at her for loving Amrendra better, even when he drank the poison of envy, even when he spewed filth about her for marrying her sworn shiled, Bhalla care for her opinion. Even when she was chained to the damnable pillar in the courtyard, in his own twisted way, he wanted her validation. When that brat of a child was born, he had come to visit her. Only her, never once looking at Bhabhi.

"Look at him," he has said, comfortably standing under an umbrella with an infant in his hands while Gauri was chained to the pillar in scorching afternoon. "He will sit on my throne, Gauri. Not Bahubhali. My son. My Bhadra."

As the boy's head hits the ground and his body still runs from Amrendra's sword, Gauri doesn't know what she feels more — elation or satisfaction.

The boy has hurt her and bhabhi more than Bhalla has. There's a burn on her right calf that's fifteen years old and now it burns as it had the first time. She knows Bhalla loves this child more than anyone else.

"You took away my brother," Gauri mumbles to herself, hoping that Bhallaldev hears her voice in his waking nightmares,"Mahadev has taken your son."

There's a momentary grief in her heart. The boy is a child. Younger than the imposter. He would have been a younger brother if Gauri's daughter had lived.

A new generation of Bhallaldev, Bahubali and Gauraangi, had their family not been tainted with her brother's blood. She feels that it would have been a curse carried over. No one can be Amrendra, never again. Her irreplaceable brother. Gauri would never wish her life on an enemy, let alone her own child. Bhallaldev raised a boy under the shadow of envy and contempt and that boy is dead, head lolling on the ground.

There's a clap of thunder and it starts to rain just as satisfaction fumes in Gauri's heart. She smiles fondly and looks skyward. Bhairav, she thinks.

("I would make it rain everyday, if I could, for you, your excellency." Bhairav had told her with sincere eyes when she told him how she loved peacocks dancing in rain.)

A loud yell from Katappa brings her back to present and he's running towards the imposter, whose back is turned towards Katappa. Disgustingly, she thinks if he will kill the imposter the same way he killed Amrendra. She finds herself unaffected with the idea, strangely numb. Her brother did not live. Why should anyone else, especially his imposter? An imposter, who used her brother's sword?

But she owes him a debt. He rescued her and bhabhi, the first one to do for the last twenty five years.

"Mama, no!" She yells, flinching at the soreness of her throat, just as the imposter turns and lightening strikes and her nephew turns.

Katappa throws away the spear and kneels.

A sneer comes onto Gauri's face. Katappa pronounces him Bahubali and Gauraangi just feels the curses flow from her tongue. That is not Bahubhali. He's an imposter. He's her nephew. He's never going to be her brother. He's Mahendra, he's never going to be Amrendra. He's never going to learn everything about Gauri better than Gauri herself. He's never going to be Amrendra.

Everyone around them kneels as well, barring herself and bhabhi. And just like, these strangers, these soldiers, have replaced her brother.

Amrendra Bahubali has been replaced by his son. By an imposter. They've got another, younger man and they replaced her brother.

You killed my brother, Gauri thinks to herself with a sneer, and now you give his crown to his son.

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They huddle in a corner while the rain lasts.

Gauri uses the boulder nearest to her to rest her back on and pushes her hand back, elbow taking some weight as her arm stretches. She adjusts her feet in a way Amrendra always used to, something she copied since she was a child.

A young girl, dressed in makeshift armour and a braid, comes towards her and removes her chains. The lack of weight on her wrists makes her feel something she doesn't have a name for. The girl passes her a leather pouch. She says it has water.

Gauri doesn't care if it's water or poison— she will die happy if she's not in chains, but she doesn't tell the girl that. She accepts the water and it instantly cools down the soreness in her throat that reigns still.

"I am glad you're free, Princess," the girl says. The reply that Gauri used to give to Bhairav dances on her tongue like the manifestation of a muscle memory but this stranger doesn't deserve it. "The Sardaars have been trying to free you and Queen Devasena for the past twenty five years."

Gauri smiles. "I appreciate your and your leaders' efforts, warrior. What is your name?"

"Avantika, Princess."

"Thank you, Avantika," Gauri says, because the numbness in her heart fades a bit at the fact that someone remembered her and bhabhi. Someone cared. "I am extremely grateful for your help, my child."

Before Avantika can continue the conversation, Katappa joins them. He kneels less than a foot away from Gauri's outstretched feet. A hush falls over the crowd and Gauri hears the loud silence as the rain gradually slows.

"This is where Bahu breathed last." Katappa says, head down.

Gauri laughs,"Will you kill me, then, too, Mama? Will it be my own sword, this time?"

The guilt and grief that clouds his face makes her falter momentarily but she remembers seeing blood on his sword that tainted her. On mama's hands. On Maa's hands. Her brother's blood. Her blood.

"Gauri." Bhabhi admonishes but it is not as chiding as it used to be, she's busy flicking her eyes to the imposte Mahendra. Mahendra, who's talking to a woman who looks nothing like the women of Mahishamati.

Gauri doesn't care for the grief on mama's face. How will he kill her?

He has already killed Amrendra. She's been dead for the past twenty five years.

Katappa doesn't stand up from her feet until the rain stops.

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When the rain finally stops, the strange woman that Mahendra seems to favour told them how they found Mahendra.

Bile rises up Gauri's throat for the vindictiveness she feels when she realises Maa died hunted and betrayed, same as Bahu.

(Just how horrid has she become?)

The boy, he looks so confused and worried. From where Gauri is still sitting at the boulder, she sympathizes for him. He asks Katappa why he has suddenly become god of the people he doesn't know. He asks who he is.

Katappa calls him the son of Bahubali and the balm of bhabhi, the death of Bhallaldev and the vengeance of Gauri.

"You are no god, child," Gauri says, loud enough that they all hear her but keeps her tone soft for this ignorant boy who has the legacy of a divine man on his shoulders. She uses the boulder to stand up on shaky feet. "You are the rightful King." Her eyes flash towards Bahu's sword. "The god they know was the one who wielded the sword you're holding. Give it back, nephew. Kings cannot wield weapons of gods."

Gauri knows neither bhabhi nor Katappa liked her words. She doesn't care. Amrendra was her other half and while the boy is her nephew, no one can come close to her brother.

Mahendra looks at the sword in his hands and she wishes he understands that it's not just a weapon. It's a legacy that he will have to earn. And no one can earn the legacy of Amrendra. No one.

There's a sudden change in the crowd that distracts them.

"Lakshmi!"

It's a hallucination. It's a hallucination. It's a hallucination.

But it's not. He's moving, limping, towards her from a parted crowd. He's let his hair (now grey) grow longer and he's grown a beard. He's wearing saffron and the bow that Bahu ordered for him is in his hands.

It's a hallucination. It's a hallucination. It's a hallucination.

But it's not. He forwards his hands and asks,"May I embrace you, Lakshmi?" Gauri nods shakily, numb and startled. His hands feel the same on her waist even after years and he smells of home again.

"You're alive. You're alive." Gauri mumbles, almost nonsensically,"My beloved, you are alive. This isn't a dream?"

There's tears streaming down Bhairav's face and he shakes his head, cupping her face and wiping her own tears. Gauri stiffles her sobs.

When was the last time someone touch her tenderly?

"Bhairav?" Bhabhi and Katappa ask at the same time. Bhairav steps out of her arms but holds her hand, the burnt one, as he faces them. His hold on her is the only thing that is keeping her upstraight. Bhabhi has a smile on a face but the ache in her eyes is impossible to miss as she says,"You've been alive this whole time, Bhairav? Truly, brother?"

Bhairav bows his head. "Yes, bhabhi. I'm sorry I couldn't inform either of you nor could I rescue you in the past years. All of our attempts failed."

"It matters not," bhabhi says, still smiling,"All that matters is you're alive."

Bhabhi locks her gaze with Gauri and an understanding forms between them. Gauri has her husband but Mahadev took her daughter. Bhabhi has her son but not her husband.

A death for a life.

Mahendra walks towards her. "What is happening? What happened? You called me your nephew, aunt. Tell me the truth. Who am I? Who was my father?"

He kneels and places Amrendra's sword by Gauri's feet.

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