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Hatred, aversion, threats, conspiracies, life-attempts were all that raged around him, since he stepped in to the kingdom of his late father. He bore them all with a smile, as if nothing hurt. But it did. It pained, scathed, seared through his bones for he craved to find the love and affection from that uncle of his who was supposed to be his well-wisher. They turned him down. Poisoned, exiled, burnt, insulted his family but he stayed quite. Coward, some would call him, to have forgiven so many. If only they had known, how he burnt his heart to warm the lives of others. How he hushed the scream in his soul to provide a world of peace to the others.He became the shelter of solace for his brothers, the pillar of support to his mother, the beacon of hope for the citizens. He cut through the roughest of terrains, passed through the darkest of hells, to reach his dream, 'Peace'. Life shattered him in his voyage but he kept his composure intact.Little did anyone realize, that there would be one breakpoint; one shatter-point where the calmest of all men would lose his control over his anger; one day when he would commit the most unthinkable of all crimes. And little did he know that even a million days spent on its repentance, would be unable to bring back the only things that he had called 'his'. This is his story. The story of Ajatshatru Yudhishthira, the son of Death.…