After leaving the village behind, having defeated Bakasur, Nisha, Kunti, and the Pandavas continued their journey. They walked in silence along the edge of a large pond, its still waters reflecting the bright sky above. As they reached a spot some distance from the village, Yudhishthir suggested they rest for a while.

Everyone sat down by the pond's edge. Nakul and Sahadev, always finding ways to pass the time, began skipping pebbles across the water. Nakul, noticing Nisha watching curiously, picked up a flat stone and showed her how to flick it across the pond’s surface to make ripples.

"Try it," Nakul encouraged with a smile.

Nisha gave it her best effort, but each time the stone sank into the water without a single ripple. She furrowed her brows in frustration, determined to get it right. Nakul, noticing her struggle, chuckled softly.

“Here, let me help,” he said, stepping behind her. He gently placed his hand on her arm, guiding her movements. Their bodies were close, but the closeness felt natural, almost comforting. Nakul leaned in slightly, his breath warm on the back of her neck as he whispered instructions. Together, they prepared to throw the stone.

Nisha, feeling the weight of Nakul’s hand guiding her, tried to mimic his flick, but she stumbled slightly as she released the stone. Instead of skipping across the water, the stone flew off course.

A sudden *crack* broke the silence, followed by the sound of water splashing on the ground.

Startled, everyone turned towards the sound. Their eyes widened in shock. A short distance away, standing not opposite but adjacent to them on the pond's bank, was an elderly saint, his face twisted in anger. The broken shards of a clay pot lay at his feet, the water it held soaking the earth.

The saint’s eyes blazed with fury as he marched toward them, his brow furrowed, his robes billowing behind him. Nisha and Nakul froze, their hearts pounding as they realized what had happened. The others, too, stood still, dread filling the air.

None of this had been intentional, but the consequences of their mistake loomed over them like a dark cloud.

The saint approached them, his expression still clouded with anger. His piercing gaze shifted from Nakul to Nisha, and his voice, harsh and unforgiving, broke the silence.

"Tum dono ne mera dhyan, mera jaap bhang kiya hai aur saath hi saath mere mitti ke kalash ko bhi toda hai. Kya tumhe santon ka adar karna nahi aata? Is prakar ke vyavhar ke liye main tum dono ko shraap deta hoon ki tum dono jeevan bhar ek doosre ke saath rehne ke liye vyakul rahoge, parantu kabhi ek saath nahi rahoge."

(Translation: "You both have disturbed my meditation and broken my earthen pot. Do you not know how to respect saints? For such behavior, I curse you both. You will long to be together for the rest of your lives, but you shall remain apart.")

The words hung in the air like a dark cloud, suffocating them all. Nisha and Nakul stood frozen in disbelief, their minds struggling to grasp what they had just heard. It felt like a nightmare that had suddenly sprung to life, each word from the saint like a dagger to their hearts.

Nisha’s eyes filled with tears, which soon spilled over and streamed down her cheeks. Without thinking, she fell to the saint's feet, her body trembling with emotion. Nakul, overcome with shock and regret, quickly followed her, bowing at the sage's feet.

"Rishivar, hame kshama kijiye," Nisha cried, her voice breaking. "Yeh bhool agyantvas hui hai. Humara aapka apmaan karne ka koi tatparya nahi tha."

(Translation: "Rishivar, please forgive us. This mistake happened unknowingly . We had no intention of disrespecting you.")

The saint, however, showed no sign of softening. His eyes remained hard, his anger unwavering. Without a word, he pulled his feet away from them harshly and turned, walking away with firm strides. He didn’t look back, leaving them all standing in the shadow of his curse.

Kunti, with tears glistening in her eyes, rushed to Nisha, pulling her into a tight embrace. Nisha, still too shocked to sob, silently cried, the weight of the curse heavy on her heart. Nakul knelt beside them, tears streaming down his face, as Kunti reached out to hold him too.

Yudhishthir, Bheem, Arjun, and Sahadev stood helplessly nearby, their hearts heavy with sadness. They watched, feeling the unspoken tragedy unfold before them. Nakul and Nisha, who had unknowingly found love in each other, were now destined to live apart—a separation that none of them could bear to imagine.

In the quiet of that moment, no words were spoken, but the pain in their eyes said it all. The future, once full of hope, had been clouded by the cruel hand of fate.

As they continued to grieve, another figure appeared in the distance. A saint, deep in his meditation, approached them, reciting his *jaap* softly. As he neared, he noticed their tearful faces, and his steps slowed. Soon, they realized who it was—Maharishi Vedvyas, tall and majestic, stood before them. However, Nisha, unfamiliar with him, did not recognize his presence.

Maharishi Vedvyas looked at Kunti, his voice full of astonishment. "Kunti! Tum yahan apne putron ke saath iss avastha mein? Aur ye shok kis baat ka?"

(Translation: "Kunti! You are here with your sons in this condition? And why this sorrow?")

Kunti, wiping her tears, hurried to touch his feet, and the sage blessed her. The rest of the Pandavas folded their hands respectfully, as did Nisha and Nakul, though Nisha’s mind was still too overwhelmed to fully register what was happening.

With a trembling voice, Kunti explained, "Maharishi, ye meri hone wali putravadhu hai, mere Nakul ki hone wali patni. Parantu, yahan se abhi ek Rishi gaye, jinhone in dono ko kabhi ek saath na rehne ka shraap diya. Isi karan hum sab dukhi hain."

(Translation: "Maharishi, this is my soon-to-be daughter-in-law, Nisha, Nakul’s intended wife. But just now, a sage left, cursing them that they shall never be together, and that is why we are all so sorrowful.")

As Kunti spoke, Nisha barely paid attention, her heart consumed with sorrow. She stared blankly at the ground, her thoughts spiraling, wondering if she had made a mistake in falling for Nakul. Should she have kept her distance? Was this her punishment? Nakul, too, felt crushed by the weight of the curse. Just moments ago, the day had been filled with joy, and now, everything seemed dark and bleak. How would he live without Nisha? She was his first love—his only love. He couldn't imagine a second without her by his side.

Suddenly, Kunti placed a gentle hand on Nisha’s shoulder, interrupting her painful thoughts. "Putri, inke pair chhoon. Ye koi saadharan Rishi nahi hain."

(Translation: "Daughter, touch his feet. He is no ordinary sage.")

Nisha, still dazed, looked up at the saint. Then, confused, she glanced back at Kunti as if asking, "Who is he?"

Kunti, reading her expression, whispered, "Maharishi Vedvyas hain, putri."

(Translation: "This is Maharishi Vedvyas, daughter.")

Nisha nodded slowly and turned to properly see the saint, but the moment her eyes met his, something extraordinary happened. Instead of Ved vyas, she saw a radiant blue light begin to emerge. The world around her seemed to stop. Time itself froze—the birds in the sky halted mid-flight, the breeze stopped stirring the leaves, and all sound vanished. In that moment, Nisha no longer saw the sage; instead, she saw the divine figure of Lord Vishnu, adorned with a golden crown. A brilliant blue gem shone at its center, and his forehead was marked with a glowing *tikka*.

The four arms of Lord Vishnu held his symbols: the conch, the Sudarshan Chakra, the lotus, and the mace. His eyes, full of kindness, gazed at her, a serene and divine smile playing on his lips. The air around him shimmered with blue light, filling Nisha with awe and a deep sense of peace.

*“Chinta maat karo, Nisha,”* the Lord's voice echoed softly in her heart.

(Translation: "Do not worry, Nisha.")

Nisha stood, her breath catching in her throat. She couldn’t believe what she was witnessing. No one else seemed to notice; to them, everything was normal. But to Nisha, it felt as if the universe had paused, reverently admiring Lord Vishnu’s presence. His divine light bathed her in warmth, and she realized in that moment—Maharishi Vedvyas, before her, was an incarnation of Lord Vishnu himself.

And just as quickly as the vision appeared, it faded. The blue light, the divine figure, all dissolved, leaving Maharishi Vedvyas standing there once again, his wise eyes looking directly into Nisha’s soul. The world around them resumed its natural flow, the birds flew on, and the breeze stirred once more. But Nisha’s heart, filled with divine reassurance, was forever changed.



-------- I would say the same to you guys DON'T WORRY. ALSO VOTE AND COMMENT