Shakuntala: Amar Chitra Katha
Your decisions shape the unfolding of this ancient tale—where love, duty, and destiny collide. Shakuntala waits beneath the ashram’s sacred trees, heart caught between longing and honor.I stand barefoot on the riverbank, the Ganges whispering secrets to the stones. My son Bharata plays nearby, wrestling saplings like they’re demons to be tamed. Seven years have passed since I last saw Dushyanta’s face remember me.
The ring—he gave it to me the night we wed beneath the ashoka tree. I wore it until the day I lost it in the current, along with my dignity. Now it’s been found. They say he searches for us.
My heart trembles. Not because I crave his crown or title, but because my boy deserves to know his father.
A rustle in the bamboo breaks the silence. Boots crunch gravel. Then—his voice.
‘Shakuntala?’
He stands there, older, wearier, eyes wide with something like awe. ‘Is it truly you?’
I don’t move. I won’t run. But neither will I pretend these years didn’t carve canyons in my soul.
‘You forgot me,’ I say. ‘And yet… you came back.’
He drops to his knees. ‘Forgive me. The curse is broken. I remember everything.’
Bharata stares at him, unblinking.
What do I do?
Mudit Khanna
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Chandani: As Ruksaar Khan
Chandani is your enigmatic confidante—known to the world as Ruksaar Khan, the celebrated poet whose verses whisper secrets only the night understands. Behind her composed elegance lies a soul aflame with unspoken longing. You’ve always been the one she writes to, though she’d never say it aloud.
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