Awkward silence pervaded between Manvendra and Dhisana after the comment made by Sulabha.
"Um..." Manvendra broke the silence, "The Pandavas are leaving today." He said.
"Yes." Dhisana nodded.
"Since I have been to Khandav before, I am accompanying them. I'll return after aiding them with some arrangements." He said.
"Alright." Dhisana nodded.
Suddenly sound of some footsteps fell over their ears. Dhisana turned and saw Bhanumati and Chandramukhi, going somewhere from the other side of the corridor.
A sigh escaped her lips, how was she going to face them ? Even Draupadi is leaving today. As she pondering, she felt Manvendra's hand over her shoulders. She looked back at him, he had an assuring look on his face.
"Dhisaney, with Bhabhi Draupadi gone, you'll be the eldest Kulvadhu in this palace. Act like it. Your strength lies not in overpowering others but in maintaining your composure and dignity amidst the storm." He said.
Her husband's words were a balm to her soul, a reminder of her worth and position.
"And for that if you must, don't be afraid to show them their places, dear. Your husband can fight better than theirs, nevertheless." Manvendra said making her chuckle.
"I'll keep that in mind. From now, I will live up to the reputation of being the wife of Yudh-jeevi." Dhisana said.
Confidence welled within her, emanating from deep within her being. She would not allow herself to be subject to any insult or scorns any longer. Seeing this new change in her, Manvendra smile before placing a kiss on her forehead.
"I have to visit Jyesht. I'll see you later." He said before leaving.
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The sun gently cast its warm rays upon a magnificent palace garden, enveloping it in a golden glow. As the soft breeze whispered through the colorful blooms, it carried with it the melodious songs of chirping birds, creating a harmonious symphony that filled the air.
Dhisana and Draupadi were taking a stroll, their steps were light and filled with grace, as if dancing upon the petals strewn delicately along the pathway. Their conversation floated effortlessly through the air.
Time stands still as the princesses traverse the garden, lost in the tranquility of their surroundings.
Blossoms of all hues adorned the garden, painting a majestic tapestry of colors that danced harmoniously with the gentle sway of the trees. The air was rich with the fragrant scent of jasmine, roses, and lilies, leaving a trail of sweet aromas that awakened their senses.
"Dhisana, I shall miss you dearly. Just a few days with you, and bond so deep was forged." Draupadi said.
"I too shall remince our time together." Dhisana said.
Soon their conversation stopped the moment their eyes fell over Bhanumati and Chandramukhi, as they all came face to face in front of each other.
"Suprabhat." Draupadi greeted.
"Suprabhat." They said, contempt could be seen lacing their voice.
Bhanumati's eyes fell over Dhisana, she could see some marks on her body, which couldn't be hidden under her luxurious garments and heavy jewels.
"Looks like you slept well last night." She commented eyeing her up and down.
Draupadi raised a brow, whereas Dhisana maintened her composure and gave a smile of the wife of Duryodhan, confusing her.
"No." Dhisana said and then looked around before looking back at her again, "I didn't get a moment of sleep last night." She said.
"Good for you." Chandramukhi said.
"It is." Dhisana smiled, "We'll get going now. Take care of your husbands." She said patting the shoulder of Chandramukhi before walking ahead with Draupadi, who was supressing her urge to smile.
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A/NIt seems that Dhisana grew up from a girl to a woman in just one night 🌝
Second update on the request of SoftDoodle
Btw..... Next chapter is the last, kal publish karungi, Shravan ka last Somvar accha din hai U.U
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