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A trail of crimson ran down Ekalavya’s hand and onto the dirt. The boy used his free hand to apply pressure to the new wound, his thumb now missing. Drona looked down at Ekalavya, stone-faced, as emotionless as he could be. He was mildly surprised that the young archer had completed such a serious request with no refusal. When asked to cut off his right thumb, listened to the words of his teacher, someone he had not even trained with in person, and did what was asked of him.             “What a shame,” Ekalavya said to himself, quietly.             Drona raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”             Ekalavya looked up at the taller man, his deep brown eyes brimming with tears. Drona assumed the tears were in relation to the pain of losing a thumb in a brutal fashion. “I could’ve been great. You k...

My dearest Rama, It seems like yet again, fate is pulling us apart. You are the love of my life and I have known this since the moment we first laid eyes on each other. It is rare to come across something so beautiful in this life. You are my moon, my stars, you have my heart. Though I have said these words to you, have shown my devotion to you time and time again, you have cast me away. I am aware a king must hold himself to higher standards than a common man, but I know not what I have done to deserve such disdain. There is and never has been any room in my heart for anyone besides you. I am the mother of your children, your queen, Sita. Do not forget that when you ask me to prove myself. I do have my own virtue to uphold, you know. I am writing you this letter as a final statement of my love. I pray that it reaches your ears, your heart, whatever it may be. I hope you are impacted in any capacity. I have heard your request to have me undergo another trial and I will abide by you...

Sita sighed deeply, looking out the window, as one of her many assistants continued rambling on about her princess duties for the day. She heard something about diplomacy, something about a dinner she had to attend. Day in and day out, it was the same thing. She grew tired of it all. With a dismissive wave of her hand, she stood and exited the room, leaving the poor attendant confused, following after her, muttering anxiously after the princess.             “Princess Sita, don’t forget you are to visit the garden today,” she called.             “I never forget,” Sita said with a charming grin, fit to quell the other’s worries. “I always do what I must, yes? Let’s just go now.” She gestured for her to follow behind, Sita’s arm of bangles twinkling together as she moved. Her attendant followed along quietly.         ...