Dharmyudh : The Rewritten Destiny

63. Promise

As the evening sun cast a warm glow near the royal palace gates, the atmosphere was tranquil. Soldiers, clad in regal armor, stood with unwavering dedication, their presence adding an air of security. Meanwhile, a handful of maids, dressed in elegant attire, awaited with grace, ready to extend a warm welcome to an esteemed guest. The anticipation hung in the air, blending the quietude with a sense of expectancy.

With weary determination, Arjun guided his fatigued horse to a stop in front of the grand Dwarika palace gates. The sentinels observed his arrival with keen eyes, their armor reflecting the last rays of the evening sun. At the threshold, Krishna, adorned in regal attire, greeted Arjun with a welcoming smile, the peaceful mood of the scene embracing the reunion of these two figures bound by destiny.

In a moment of genuine camaraderie, Krishna embraced Arjun warmly, the weight of their shared history evident in the simple yet profound gesture. Maids adorned in vibrant attire gracefully showered fragrant flowers, creating a vivid cascade of colors around them. Simultaneously, soldiers saluted in unison, a symbolic acknowledgment of the bond that transcended their roles. The peaceful evening witnessed a convergence of respect, friendship, and the subtle grandeur of the royal surroundings.

As Arjun reluctantly broke the warm embrace, his eyes scanned the surroundings in search of his elder cousin Balram. The absence of Balram's familiar presence left an unusual void, stirring a sense of curiosity within Arjun.

for Balram had always been there to welcome their family to Dwarika. This time, however, he was conspicuously absent.

To shift Arjun's focus, Krishna asked about his journey.

Krishna :- Arjun, how was your journey ?

Arjun, still scanning the surroundings, replied with a warm smile.

Arjun :- It was fine, Madhav. But I can't help but notice Dau Balram's absence. Is everything well ?

Krishna, with a reassuring grin, answered.

Krishna :- Oh, bhrata is occupied with some urgent matters. He sends his regards. But come, you must be tired. Let's talk inside.

With that, Krishna guided Arjun into the palace, leaving behind the soldiers saluting and the maids scattering flowers-a quiet acknowledgment of the intricate ties that bound them all.

After a refreshing cleanup, Arjun wiped his face and hands with a towel, feeling rejuvenated. As he settled into a plush sofa, its soft cushions adjusting to cradle his form, he couldn't help but exhale a sigh of relief. The peaceful ambiance of the royal palace enveloped him, providing a welcomed respite from the weariness of his journey.

As the door gently echoed with a knock, Subhadra gracefully entered the chamber, bearing a tray of refreshments. Placing it on the table beside the sofa, her eyes met Arjun's in a fleeting yet significant moment. Sensing her intent to leave, Arjun stopped her, a question lingering in his eyes.

Arjun :- Subi, a moment, please. I couldn't help but notice a certain unease in the air. Why does it feel like everyone is behaving strangely ? Even your father, Vasudev, passed me in the corridor without a word, as if I were invisible.

Subhadra, her expression slightly conflicted, answered.

Subhadra :- Arjun, there are matters that have cast a shadow over Dwarika. And it concerns your brother. I can't tell you now, bhrata Krishna hasn't allowed, we'll meet at the garden at night, I'll explain you everything.

Arjun, still puzzled, nodded as Subhadra left the room, leaving behind a sense of intrigue in the air. The peaceful evening hinted at deeper currents beneath the surface of royal interactions.