"𝙄𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜."
She was the Princess of Panchala, the most beautiful one ever born. She was the north star in the sky new moon, the one, shining so bright that other li...
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All Pandavas (except Arjun who went to Bhishm's chamber to seek permission to go for Dwarka) were in the balcony area at night chatting.
" Jeyest!!! do you know who is our honewali bhabhishree" asked Sahadev with bubbling excitement.
" I heard father saying that she is her friend's daughter and she is a princess. Not an ordinary one but a fire born princess. Dwarekadhesh Vasudev himself has suggested that she is his sister and the best bride for Arjun." Yudhishthir replied calmly.
( yes it's Krishnaa guys😝)
"I'm sure she can balance Arjun's coldness very well." Joked Bheem.
"Whatever I just hope bhrata Arjun loves our Bhabhi so much that his Gandiva feels jealous of her." Nakul says.
" It's not possible." Sahdev stated.
" Let's have a bet then. Nakul if you win your ladoos and all other sweets will be mine for one month. And if Sahadev wins my ladoos and all other sweets will be mine for one month." Bheem said dreamily already thinking about the extra sweets he licked his lips moaning as if savoring the sweets.
Yudhishthir sighed questioning himself, "What are they 5 year old kids" and then said in a bit high tone, "Just stop fighting and go to sleep."
All nodded like an obedient child and went to their own chambers. Yudhishthir too got up and started walking towards his chamber smiling and thinking that he is finally getting some time to romance with his beautiful wife Devika.
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. (Meanwhile in Duryodhan's chamber)
*DHAPAK*
Another glass of wine went flying towards the other corner of the room, Bhanumati and a dasi who were standing near the door flinched in fear, beside them was a dead body of a spy whom Duryodhan had slaughtered as soon as he uttered those words.
"Kumar Duryodhan Rajkumari Draupadi ka vivah hone wala ha-" Blood splashed on Duryodhan's face as he brutally killed that spy.
Bhanumati had always been disgusted by Duryodhan, he had kidnapped her from her swayamvar and married her forcefully. And here even after having a wife he was dreaming about having another woman to warm his bed.
A woman? Who was she kidding? She was the narriottam, a lady everyone dreamt of, the most beautiful one, the intelligent one, the warrior princess, the fireborn, the mahaprasad of Gods, the epitome of feminineness, the symbol of purity and prosperity, The Princess of Panchal, Daughter of Drupada, Sister of Dhristdyumna and Shrikhandini, the sakhi of The Almighty God. And... and.. this person in front of her whom she calls her husband wanted such a great woman to warm his bed! That very thought made her nauseous.
