❝ You Can Only Hurt A Heart Till It Loves You ❞ (🦋)
Heart beats fast, Colors and promises.
How can he be brave? How can he love? when he is afraid to fall. . .
He will not let anything take away, Every breath, every hour has come to this. . .
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The night enveloped Indraprastha in a gentle calm, illuminated by the soft glow of the moon. Arjun stepped outside, cradling his newborn son in his arms. The baby, having cried himself to sleep, nestled safely against his father. The cool night air carried the sweet fragrance of blooming flowers.
As Arjun looked down at his baby's peaceful face, love filled his heart. "I can't imagine life without you," he thought, overwhelmed with gratitude. He pressed a soft kiss to the baby's forehead, promising to protect him always.
With the baby secure in his arms, Arjun made his way to his mata Kunti's chamber, where laughter and chatter filled the air. Upon entering, he found a warm scene—his mata Kunti sat surrounded by his bhrata Yudhishthir, the strong Bheem, and the playful Nakul and Sahadev. And there, beside them, was Draupadi, the woman he loved deeply.
"Come here, Anuj!" Yudhishthir called out with a kind smile.
Arjun nodded and walked towards them, his heart swelling with warmth. e took a seat between Kunti and Draupadi, feeling both comforted and anxious. Kunti smiled brightly as she gazed at the sleeping baby. "My son, how beautiful he is!" she exclaimed.
"Yes, mata," Arjun replied, glancing from the baby to Draupadi. "He looks just like his mother."
Draupadi smiled, but there was a hint of sadness in her eyes. Kunti then reached out for the baby. "Give him to me, putra Arjun."
"Of course, mata. Here he is!" Arjun carefully placed the baby in Kunti's arms.
Kunti kissed the baby's forehead gently, her love shining through. The room filled with smiles and laughter as they all shared in the joy of the moment. Yet, Arjun couldn't shake off the feeling that there were unspoken words hanging in the air.
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Yudhishthir spoke up. "Mata, we mustn't forget about his namakaran (naming ceremony)."
