(A/N):
Drop a meme here that you find funny. Or reflects your mood.
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The afternoon sun leaned golden—As Gandhara prepared not for war—But for farewell for their princess who was going to her married husband to his land.
The gates of the royal palace opened once more—But this time—Not to welcome the guest.
But To let go of their princess.
While the groom Devara and the bride Gandhari
Sat within the carriage—Newly bound.
Not just by ritual—But by everything they had already faced together.
The procession moved. Slow at first.
As the residence were bidding their farewell to their princess. Daughter of their land.
As if the city itself resisted the moment.
People gathered along the roads—Some were silent—Some were smiling excitedly—Some wiping away tears they didn't expect.
Flowers fell again—But softer now.
Less of a celebration. More of a blessing.
Behind them—Something unexpected happened.
