𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 || ArDi ||

39. Yahvi?

~ MUSKAANEIEN JHOOTI HAI ~

Draupadi climbed down the balcony. She could not dare to risk anyone following her. Arjun would would perhaps disagree her choice of going alone, but the information was to stay confidential. The doors of Yahvi's chamber opened with a creak. Draupadi stepped inside.

Her heart pounded in her ears. She wildly looked around the room for threats. On seeing none, she hysterically started searching through the compartments for a lead. The eyes of her mind could see Yahvi throughout the room. She started searching through the drawers of the room. The couch where she wove garlands, the bed where she laid her head on Draupadi's lap and listened to the stories of Krishna, the window from where she used to watch the sunset. Sometimes, Draupadi could see tears in her eyes. She sling shut the drawers and proceeded to the study table. Was that all an act? Wow! Such a good actress she was. She knew how to pave her way into Draupadi's heart, only to leave a void in it. Draupadi rummaged through the table, leaving behind a scattered mess of useless piles of scrolls, just like Yahvi did. A hollow space that would stay till the end of time. Injuries of the skin fade, wounds heal, scars stay. They are the ghosts that haunt your soul, they plague you till the end of time.

It all looked true. It all seemed real. It all felt- It felt so genuine.

DAMN IT!

Draupadi slammed the door of the cupboard shut with a loud bang. She grit her teeth in frustration, her jaw clenched. An intense throb built between her brows, making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything. The hold of fate around her soul tightened. Her body struggled to breath. Was this how it was supposed to be? The scotching failure of not being able to judge the person banjaxed her soul. She fell to her knees, letting out a deafening scream. Her arms clenched around her stomach, the vexation weighted down her body. Her yell reverberated in the hollow chamber decked with all the luxuries. The deepest recesses of her soul unfolded. She needed to let it out, The anger, the pain, the resentment, the bitterness started burrowing her mind. Leaving more voids in their way. The scraped wastes of her heart heaped on the debris of soul. Her body burdened with weight that she wasn't supposed to bear. The furious princess rose from the ashes of her detritus, like a burning phoenix of comeuppance. The fire in her eyes vigorous and perfervid, ready to take down anyone. From the corner of her eye, she saw a piece of parchment. It's carmel-tinted corner discernible against the dark wood textured nightstand. She pulled open the cabinet drawer, an enmeshed, confused tangle of mass sat in the drawer floor. She pulled out the uppermost manuscript. The wrinkled piece of paper had smudged ink at numerous places. The besmirched spots- the ink had swirled in it's passion drove by the course of travelling water, just as though someone had cried writing their death note. Their tears dropped on the epistle, telling a story of their own.

Indraprasthayini Yagyaseni Draupadi,

Draupadi did not mind the title anymore, Yahvi had lost the right to claim her as Jiji. The farther away she was, the better it felt, she wanted to anger to stay. The surfacing hate and anger eclipsed the sourness. The ache that throbbed was camouflaged by the inflaming rage.

There is no way that I can apologise. And neither do I want to. What I did, was right in its way. It was the only way I could save myself.

A sarcastic scoff escaped Draupadi's lips at those ridiculous words. Sure thing. Of course Yahvi now rested in a place better than any. In hell.

I am aware of the trouble I have left in my wake. I am ready to pay for it.

The root cause of this shit is the sister of Takshak- The Venomous Queen Vishakha. But she is not alone. She is helped by the young princes of Hastinapur, The eldest two sons of Gandhari and her brother Gandharaj Shakuni. Tonight was the night of blood moon. The day on which the holy spirit of Naagas of freed and the souls are free to return to their masters. Without these spirits, the supernatural creatures and just like any other human. On this very night, years ago, The young Naga Princess lost her soul due to her scandalous deeds. For year, She strived to get back her soul, but her attempts were futile. It was today, that you could open the enigmatic entrance to free her soul.