دانلود رمان انگلیسی “سلسله ملکه فیشر”

His life had been one of regrets; and so would his death. Bhishm lay still on his bed of arrows. It was not the arrows that hurt him but the memories piercing his defeated mind. They brought along a tide of remorse, regrets, promises and punishments— nothing of a joyous life, and courage born of faith. He knew he did not have much time to live. Death was upon him . . . that is, if he chose to die. . . But he had died a long time ago. He did not know when. Was it when he had been twenty, and his life’s purpose was snatched away from him—his throne, his identity, his father, his future? Or when Amba, the princess of Kasi, had cursed him to a living death? Was it when Draupadi was dragged by her hair into the very court where once he had defended his step-mother Satyavati’s honour, but not the honour of Panchal’s princess, the wife of his great grandsons? Or had he died when her words taunted him, reminding him of his worthlessness? Or when the boys died one by one—his halfbrothers, Chitrangad and Vichitravirya; his nephew, Pandu; and so many others? He felt the heat of the tears which refused to fall. What if, by a miracle, the present turned out to be just a terrorizing nightmare, and he was to wake up young again? Would he avoid making the terrible mistakes that ruined so many lives? Would he marry Vatsala? Or agree to marry Amba to save her life and pride? Would he have his own children, and not spend his life looking after his half-brothers? Would he defy Satyavati, and not take his oath? Or not meet her at all?