Aakarshika was the dying embers of a fading fire, dissolving into oblivion until her hand is promised to the sovereign of Dwarka. Righteous fury shrouds her soul, wine hued ire cloaking her virtuous mind.
The trials of her life have weighed her down...
Hegemony Noun | Meaning : Preponderent influence or authority over others.
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Draupadi's eyes glimpsed the Crown Prince of Hastinapur maundering a person who was dressed in an amethyst dhoti and angavastram. Judging the heavy jewellery and the crown the man was decked in, she could perceive the latter was a sovereign of some kingdom. However, the fireborn wasn't able to reminisce where she had noticed him previously.
Nityayuvani deviated her concentration back to the Rajasuya Yagya she and her first husband were fulfilling under the counselling of Shri Krishna Dwaipayana Maharshi Veda Vyasa. The altar of the oblation was exquisitely illuminated in the maya sabha, the castle and the hall - a work of generosity and assistance from the Maya danava. The Pandavas were feeling parlously honoured as they gazed at the empire they had fabricated with arduous oeuvre.
The six royals of Indraprastha were subsequently acquiesced to rise and receive their ephemeras. Dharmaraja Yudhishthira promptly endeavoured Devi Kunti's and Pitamaha Bhishma's grace while Vrikodara Bhimasena, Savyasachi Arjuna, Ashwineya Nakula and Sahadeva ambled to their mother and unanimously, all five of them wounded their arms around her frame. The beloved common consort of the Panchendras was watching with a tender smile gracing her features at a distance, wanting to capture every sweet detail she could cherish of the loving family she was endowed with.
"They voraciously love their mother, don't they?" Drupada's daughter was startled by Gangaputra Bheeshma's voice so abruptly. She loosened her rigid posture and poised herself as she responded to the Mahamahima of Hastinapura.
"Vatse, you are the palm intertwining the five fingers. Treasure this holy union." Bheeshma Pitamaha caressed her head genially, in a fatherly consuetude to which she flashed a soft smile, bobbing her head.
"Putra Yudhishthira and Putri Draupadi, please mount your throne. The epoch has come for you both to arrogate your amenability and devoir." Maharishi circulated as they both adhered. Steps arose as the couple escalated the rostrum to where the cathedra was established. The couple glanced at each other with love glimmering in their eyes as a feeling of duty and virtuousness shrouded them. The both of them were ensconced on the throne as each person in attendance blessed the Emperor and Empress.
"It is time for the arghya, Samrat Yudhishthira. Postliminary, four Kings shall frame a canopy over your head. Only then will the yagna be fortuitous." Maharishi gave the following mandate.
"I persuade Vaasudeva Krishna for this intrinsic ritual," the eldest son of Kunti proclaimed, his sanguine eyes traversing to the son of Devaki who nodded subtly with a perpetual smile sticking to his bimba-tinted lips.
Meanwhile, Satyabhama had grasped the soft hands of Rukmini, whose frown marred her ethereal features. The Princess of Vidarbha turned to her younger co-wife, angst cloaking her beautiful irises. "I have not mastered the intricate art of clairvoyance, yet I know this day would be upsetting for many." The words had left the lips of Krishna's eldest wife just as a sharp tone ruptured through the fine surroundings, shattering the auspiciousness wafting through the air.
