As the sun rose steadily over the horizon, casting its golden hues upon the vast expanse of Nagasaharya, a beautiful and morning unfurled. The soft melodies of chirping birds mingled with the subtle rhythm of flowing water from nearby fountains, created a symphony of nature's finest tunes.
Dreams and reality were intertwining, as the magnificent morning unveiled a hopeful new chapter in the lives of Manvendra and Dhisana. Their faces, still adorned with the remnants of a peaceful slumber, were radiating with a newfound bliss.
A serene silence had enveloped the room, interrupted only by soft whispers of the wind caressing the windowpanes. The sunbeams, bathing the room in an ethereal glow, gently danced across the walls, casting whimsical shadows that mirrored the couple's entwined silhouette.
With a tender sigh escaping her lips, Dhisana stirred, her disheveled hair cascading in gentle waves around her delicate features, her eyes fluttered open and fell over upon the handsome visage of her husband, a smile embellished her lips, portraying the profound happiness that resided within her heart.
In the quiet moments that followed, Dhisana felt a surge of empowerment coursing through her veins, she felt as if the world had opened up to her. Gone were the insecurities and doubts that had plagued her before. She felt like a new person, brimming with a newfound confidence and resilience.
Gently she came out of his embrace and sat up, joining her hands and praying to God of the well being of her husband and inlaws.
Then as she gradually rose from the bed, her slender legs waver slightly, causing her to stumble momentarily, like a newborn trying to find her footing. But before she could fall, she was caught by the waist by Manvendra.
Dhisana looked at him, her eyes slightly widened, no matter how much she gets to know him, she can never be sure whether he was asleep or pretending to be. With a playful sparkle in his gaze, he can't help but chuckle softly at her momentary lapse.
"Raudra !" She whined but he just pulled her close.
"Sorry." He couldn't help but chuckle more, embracing her.
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In her room in the Antahpur, Dhisana was getting ready for the day, which was of great importance. While anointing herself, she gazed at her reflection in the ornate mirror, a smile adorned her lips. Her eyes sparkled with a newfound brilliance, mirroring the love that had blossomed between her and her husband.
She traced her fingertips over her skin, tenderly caressing the cherished marks left by Manvendra's loving kisses. In this intimate moment, Dhisana embraced her own beauty, both inside and out. The marks of their passionate union adorned her skin, as if gentle reminders etched upon her flesh like delicate brushstrokes from an artist's hand. Each kiss, each caress, left a trail of sweet sensations that she now held close to her heart.
Those marks on her body were not mere blemishes but tokens of love softly imprinted by her husband. They whispered a tale of devotion, trust, and the unbreakable bond they now shared.
She marveled at how her body had become a canvas, a testament to their union. With every step she took, her confidence soared.
Bela was aiding her, she could see the boundless joy that seemed to emanate from Dhisana. A smile graced the lips of the handmaiden, who was happy for her princess, as she adorned her in regal attire, adorned with delicate lace and heavy jewels.
After she was well dressed and well adorned, Dhisana got up and went outside, looking for Draupadi. She and the Pandavas were leaving for Indraprasth today, Dhisana wanted to savour some more moments with Draupadi.
In search of the princess of Panchal, she went outside the Antahpur. On her way she saw Manvendra, talking with Vidur and Sulabha.
"I somehow managed the situation. But be careful with your actions next time." Vidur said.
"Ofcourse Pitashree." Manvendra said.
Vidur nodded while Sulabha's gaze fell over her daughter-in-law.
"Pranaam." She said coming towards them and touching the feet of her in-laws.
"Saubhagyavati bhava." They smiled blessing her.
"How are you both ?" Dhisana asked.
"We are doing well, dear." Vidur said, a content smile adorning his lips.
"May I offer some service ?" Dhisana asked.
"Yes." Sulabha said, "Knock some sense into this lad." She said slapping Manvendra shoulder.
"Mata..." Raudra whined embarrassedly, while Dhisana suppressed her laugh.
"What ? You didn't tell her about that curse. Poor her, how shocked she was." Sulabha said.
"And for that I asked forgiveness from her and from you also." Manvendra said.
"Let it be, Sulabha. Come now." Vidur said with a smile.
"Alright." Sulabha said and then looked at Dhisana, gazing at some of the visible marks on her body, "Let's go and wait for a good news." She smiled.
The cheeks of Dhisana heated up, and so did that of Manvendra. She lowered her gaze while he stared at his mother in shock with parted lips.
"What ?" Vidur asked with a frown.
"It will reach us in sometime hopefully. Let's go." Sulabha said holding the arm of Vidur and pulling him along.
"I didn't quite understand." He said.
"You'll do, when it reaches us." She chuckled as they both walked away.
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