MAHABHARAT--- Though the fighting between the Pandavs and Kauravs remain at the heart of it, the epic revolves around the conflict of Dharma. In this work of fiction I present to you the human emotions, conversation, thoughts of everyone as they mee...
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The shimmering wind and the sweet smell of cherry blossom spread afield the budding spring field of extents of the Devagriha. However, Arjun wasn't fazed whole by the literal piece of heaven, for good reasons though. The reason for his aloofness, Sabyasachi's haven, his delicately fierce safe place, is now sitting beside him.
Draupadi was happily engulfed in the drummings of Amravati, as she now lays her head on her Paarth's chest. She intertwined her fingers with his rough brown hands that carry, or used to carry the Gandiv. His fingers scarred from the harsh strings of the bow seemed somewhat a mystery to her now.
"They say your old bruises amd scars that were acquired from earth will fade away relatively quickly here" Arjun dared break the silence upon noticing his wife was lining his marks. Whilst the quietness was a comfortable silence, nevertheless, he dreads for the melodic voice of his fire-borne wife. He needs her beside him, in all ways now.
"Does swarg heal the emotional scars as well?" She questioned raising her head slightly to meet his light brown eyes. "If it does, I reckon the very mystery of swarg is healing them."
Arjun tightened his grip on Draupadi's shoulder signalling silence reassurance, because as of now he knew, words were no longer effective.
"It wasn't fair, to you." Arjun stated in a hurt tone, Panchali hummed asking him to go on. "You weren't supposed to be gone, to leave before us. You shouldn't have left me. I don't care whatever the reason might be, you leaving us wasn't fair"
Draupadi herself knew she had to face Arjun in this particular subject one way or another. Now it was her turn to tighten her grip on his hand. She put her spare hand onto the back of Arjun's hand and drew lines with her finger on his nerve. It was a tactic to soothe her Parth.
"What if I didn't go away first? I have had to witness my aryas dying and scrunching my heart to pieces." Draupadi countered. "Would that have been fair to me? Seeing with my own eyes my husbands dying and I left alone? No, I for the life of me, can't take that, and for that if I had to die a thousand times before you, then so be it."
Arjun in guilt and shame hid his face in the top of Panchali's face. Draupadi giggled and it resulted in a whine from Arjun.
"Us talking, sitting on a bench and basking this glorious morning, somehow takes me back to Indraprastha", Arjun said in a calm tone while his eyes gleamed with sunlight.
"Deja vu"
The two sat on the bench, with Draupadi listening to Arjun's breathing like a symphony, her symphony. The moment indeed took her decades back, when they were young and reckless in love and marriage. Arjun was somehow her safe space back then. Truth to be told, Arjun is her first love, and though she couldn't spend much time with him, but he was the one who was responsible for bringing her to the Pandav family.
