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Chapter 6
The Hunger Behind the Crown
The wooden wheels of the modest carriages creaked wearily over the uneven dirt road, stirring small clouds of dust that shimmered and drifted lazily through the golden afternoon light. After a long moment of slow travel beneath the warm sun, the two carriages rolled to a gentle stop just outside the bustling village market gate, where the air itself seemed thick with life and movement, heavy with the mingled scents of ground spices, ripening fruit, sweat-soaked cloth, and woodsmoke curling upward from nearby chulhas.
Aditya stepped down first.
The coarse cotton of the borrowed village kurta clung uncomfortably to skin that had always known only the softest royal silks, and the unfamiliar roughness made him acutely aware of how different the world outside the palace truly felt. Behind him his brothers climbed down one by one, their expressions shifting between confusion, curiosity, and an uneasy discomfort they could not quite explain.
"Why have we come here, Bharata?" Vikarna asked at last, his voice lowered as his gaze wandered across the crowded market stalls where villagers bargained loudly over baskets of vegetables and clay pots. "This place smells of dust, sweat, and hard work. It hardly feels like the sort of place where princes should wander."
Duhshasana tugged irritably at the edge of the simple dhoti tied around his waist, his brows knitting together in annoyance. "And these clothes feel like they were woven from thorns," he complained under his breath, scratching at the rough fabric. "Are we supposed to blend in like common villagers? What kind of lesson is this, Suyodhana? I would have preferred finishing that feast."
The younger princes murmured similar questions among themselves, shifting restlessly as they glanced around the noisy marketplace. Little Dushala, however, said nothing; she simply held tightly to Aditya's hand, her small fingers curling into his palm while her wide eyes absorbed every sight and sound with a mixture of wonder and uncertainty.
Aditya remained silent for a long moment.
His gaze drifted beyond the lively chaos of the market toward the distant outskirts where the village slowly faded into open land.
If my memory serves me right… the girl lived there.
Near the edge of the village, where forgotten paths meet the fields.
A quiet determination settled inside his chest like a steady flame. This journey was not merely an outing—it was the crack he needed in the palace walls, the moment when reality would finally seep into the sheltered lives of the princes behind him.
"No more questions for now," he said quietly at last, his voice calm yet carrying an unmistakable weight that silenced them all. "Follow me quietly. Today we do not speak."
He paused before finishing.
"Today we observe… and we learn."
The princes exchanged uneasy glances, yet something in their eldest brother's steady gaze discouraged further protest. Without another word they followed him up a gentle rise outside the market gate, climbing until they reached a weathered stone ledge shaded by the broad branches of an old neem tree.
From that hidden vantage point the entire marketplace spread out below them like a living painting.
Merchants shouted prices over one another.
Women balanced baskets of grain on their heads while arguing over coins.
Children darted between the stalls like playful birds.
Aditya's eyes sharpened as a small figure slipped quietly into the shifting crowd.
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Kanak moved through the busy marketplace like a fragile leaf caught in a restless storm, her bare feet kicking up faint puffs of dust with every hurried step. The patched fabric of her faded lehenga brushed against her ankles as she squeezed between bodies and carts, her breathing shallow but determined.
My little brothers and sisters are waiting…
The thought repeated itself over and over in her mind.
They haven't eaten properly since yesterday morning.
Her young heart tightened painfully at the memory of their hungry eyes watching her leave the house that morning.
I have to do something.
Before the sun sets… before the stalls close.
She was only fourteen.
Yet the exhaustion lining her face belonged to someone far older.
Hunger had sharpened her movements.
Her instincts.
Her resolve.
She slipped between a pair of arguing merchants and nearly collided with a richly dressed trader stepping away from a spice stall. The man's silk robes shimmered faintly, and the heavy pouch of coins tied at his waist swung carelessly with every step.
Kanak's eyes locked onto it.
Her heartbeat thundered.
Just once.
Just enough for food.
Her hand shot forward.
Fingers closing tightly around the cord.
She pulled.
"THIEF!"
The merchant's furious shout exploded through the market.
Heads turned instantly.
Kanak yanked harder.
The pouch tore free into her hand—but the merchant lunged, his hand striking her shoulder with brutal force.
Pain flared.
She stumbled forward, her knee scraping violently against the rough cobblestones.
But she did not stop.
Clutching the pouch against her chest like a lifeline, she twisted through the crowd and vanished into the shifting sea of bodies.
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From the ridge above, the princes watched everything unfold in stunned silence.
Duhshasana frowned.
"That girl is a thief."
Vikarna nodded slowly.
"She stole from that merchant."
His voice carried quiet certainty.
"If someone tried that near the palace gates, the guards would have punished her immediately."
Aditya glanced at them briefly.
His expression remained unreadable.
"Let us continue watching."
Below them Kanak pressed herself against the side of a fruit stall, breathing in ragged gasps as she carefully opened the pouch.
A few copper coins glimmered weakly inside.
Her eyes brightened instantly.
It will be enough.
Relief softened her exhausted expression for a fleeting moment.
Quickly she purchased a coarse loaf of bread, several bruised mangoes, and a handful of roasted chickpeas. She tucked the small bundle carefully into the folds of her skirt before slipping quietly away from the marketplace.
Aditya turned slightly.
"Follow her."
The princes moved silently along the ridge, staying hidden among trees and shrubs as the noise of the market gradually faded behind them. Soon the dirt path narrowed until it reached the outskirts of the village where a crumbling mud house stood alone beside the fields.
Its walls were cracked.
Part of the roof had collapsed long ago.
Yet several small figures waited anxiously in the doorway.
Thin.
Hopeful.
Watching the path.
The moment they saw Kanak approaching—
Their faces lit up.
"Didi!"
The smallest boy ran forward immediately.
"You came back!"
Kanak dropped to her knees and gathered them all into her arms.
"I brought food," she said softly, her voice trembling with exhaustion and affection.
She carefully spread the food out on a torn piece of cloth.
The children gathered around eagerly.
One little boy noticed the bruise forming on her shoulder.
His lip trembled.
"Sister Kanak… you are hurt."
Tears welled in his eyes.
"Did the bad man hit you again?"
Kanak forced a gentle smile.
"It is nothing," she whispered, stroking his hair.
"I am strong, remember?"
"Now eat."
The children sat in a circle.
The oldest boy carefully divided the bread.
Yet instead of taking the largest portion, he gave it to the smallest child.
"You eat first," he said softly.
"You need to grow strong."
The little girl hesitated.
"But bhaiya… you are hungry too."
He shook his head quickly.
"I am not."
"I ate yesterday."
It was clearly a lie.
Yet the younger children believed him.
Even the smallest ones saved pieces of bread and mango for tomorrow.
Kanak watched them with silent heartbreak.
"What are you doing?"
The eldest boy smiled gently.
"We are saving some."
"For tomorrow morning."
"You should rest tomorrow, Didi."
"I will go to the market instead."
Just then a loud rumbling sound echoed from one stomach.
Then another.
Soon all of them burst into laughter.
Despite their hunger.
Despite everything.
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Behind the ridge the princes stood frozen.
None of them spoke.
Vikarna wiped his eyes quietly.
Duhshasana stared silently.
Dushala buried her face against Aditya's side.
Aditya finally spoke.
"The clothes you wear every day…"
He paused.
"Even one of them could feed those children for a month."
The princes looked at him in shock.
Duhshasana swallowed hard.
"We should help them."
"Yes," Vikarna whispered.
"We have to."
Aditya looked at them calmly.
"And how will you help them?"
Silence.
Empty pockets.
Aditya nodded slowly.
"Then today…"
His voice remained steady.
"You will earn the money yourselves."
The sun dipped lower.
Far below, the children's laughter still echoed softly in the evening air.
But for the princes of Hastinapur—
Their real lesson had only just begun.