Not Samragini Draupadi But Just Krishnaa

Why?? (Ardi)

This is fiction. If Ajun knew Draupadi and Subhadra before marriage.

Draupadi pov~
I touched the soft petals of roses that jeweled the bed waiting to witness the divine union of two bodies whose souls were already connected. They were so delicate... Just like someone's heart. I took them and artistically wrote his name...

The one who conquered lands and senses. The one who won wars and hearts. The one who wins... Vijaya, they call him.

Arjun

The one who conquered Yagyaseni's heart. Who became Krishnaa's Krishna?

I recalled the time when we met. His attire was ragged and he, himself covered in dirt. His hair and beard were wild as if it wasn't been combed for years. Still his eyes... His eyes were like the blazing thunder against the dark lifeless cloud. It soothe my heart just like rain on lifeless soil and blossomed the flowers of love on it. His eyes became the very base of my existence. The moment I let my wandering orbs drown in those amber pools that very moment I submitted my very soul to him not knowing if he was Arjun or not and I wouldn't have minded it if he wasn't Arjun.

Lord Shiva answered me what love was

He felt the same I believe. I remember seeing him in a trance and the heat that rushed through my neck and cheeks because of it. I have never felt such a blood rush despite meeting various princes dressed in the best of silk and jewelry, looking their best to impress me. He was magical... I concluded that day.

Our second meeting was on my swayamvar. The time when Govind encouraged him to come in front and win my hand. He was looking at me as I nodded at him, begging him to win me, to make me his forever and to eternity. I would live without luxury but I couldn't live without him. Such was the way, my soul craved for his. The very thought of being someone else burned my soul and holed my heart. His one gaze was enough to submit my very being to his.

He walked to the divine bow that held my lifeline in. He walked just like a lion to his prey as I kept staring at the lion among men. He bowed to all of us asking for permission emitting laughter among the royals. But no one knew that his small gesture and his respect already won my soul. How confident he was! Not letting himself quiver at the insults people threw at him. Brahmin and Kshatriya alike asked him to back but he didn't. He looked at me for the last time. I didn't why he did but I smiled at him, encouraging him to move forward to make me his.

He again paid respect to the bow and chanted some mantras before lifting it shocking everyone. For people, he was lifting the bow many couldn't but for me, he was holding my heart after respecting it. Never I have felt such nervousness and anxiousness as I did the day he was going to shoot those arrows. I prayed and prayed for him to win me. Each arrow he shot was an arrow piercing through my anxious mind. I was sweating and trembling. My whole life and reputation were based on his arrows.

Water poured over my blazing heart as flowers showered upon me. I looked at the man with hooded eyes that had turned dewy. An inevitable smile on my face. He looked at me the same way. A wide smile on his face showcased his pearls and his face glowed with happiness. His whole being was worshipped with the petals of the flower. Never a more divine event ever took place in dwaparyug than it did for me on my swayamvaar.

I walked to him after being teased by my sakha rather slowly. I was relishing every moment of my swayamvaar. All my insults felt worth it now. He looked me straight into my soul begging me not to make him wait anymore. I suppressed the giggle in my throat. At last, I reached him. My husband, my love, my life, the very base and reason of my existence. His aura seemed divine as he glowed under the scorching sun. His eyes held an intense look in them as they forced my own down.