In this fresh retelling of the Mahabharata, Draupadi is bound by destiny to Arjun alone, their love a powerful force amidst a world unraveling in chaos and adharma.
As the whispers of war grow louder and betrayal strikes from within, their bond is...
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The morning of the wedding dawned with a golden hue, casting a warm glow over the entire palace.
Both the bride and groom were filled with a mix of anxiety and excitement, knowing that today would mark the beginning of their new life together.
In his chamber, Arjun was getting ready with the help of his brothers and Krishna.
Nakul and Sahadev, ever the playful duo, seized every opportunity to tease him.“Bhrata Arjun, you look more nervous than when you faced the toughest battles,” Nakul joked, adjusting Arjun’s angavastra.
Sahadev added with a grin, “Yes, bhrata. Who knew the great warrior would be so anxious about a wedding?”
Yudhishthira , smiled at their antics. “You both won’t understand until it’s your turn.”
Krishna, ever the supportive friend, stepped in with a reassuring smile. “Parth, today is your day. Kalyani is as excited to see you as you are to see her. Just be yourself, and everything will be perfect.”
Arjun wore a white dhoti with an intricate gold border. His angavastra, a rich blend of red and white, draped elegantly over his shoulder. He adorned himself with heavy jewelry – gold armlets, a broad necklace, and bracelets that shimmered in the light. Finally, he placed his crown on his head, completing his regal appearance.
“Look at you, Arjun,” bhima said, admiringly. “The most handsome groom in all of Aryavart.”
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Meanwhile, in another part of the palace, Draupadi woke up with a flutter of excitement in her heart.
As usual, her mother Prishati helped her bathe and dried her long, flowing hair with gentle care.
“Today is your special day, my dear,” Prishati whispered with a loving smile. “You will be the most beautiful bride in the whole of Aryavart.”
Satyabhama, in charge of Draupadi’s attire, approached with a serene yet excited demeanor. “Draupadi, let’s make you the epitome of beauty today.”
Draupadi’s attire was nothing short of magnificent. She wore a half saree in the most exquisite shade of violet, with delicate gold embroidery that sparkled under the light. The fabric was rich and flowed elegantly with her every movement. The border of the saree was adorned with intricate gold patterns, adding a touch of regal splendor to her appearance.
Her jewelry was equally stunning. She wore a necklace made of rubies and diamonds that beautifully framed her face.
Her wrists were adorned with bangles of gold and pearls, and her ears with delicate jhumkas that dangled gracefully.
