𝗦𝘂𝗯𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗿𝗮 - The Daughter Of Vasudeva

8. sweet dreams again

The night left me incomplete;neither could i find the person in my painting nor its meaning. But i won't let it remain a  mysterious dream any more. Perhaps one day, i could see it in a clearer light, or perhaps i could find myself within the dream, just like last time. Who knows?
To me, it was more than a dream;it felt like a vivid reality where i could glimpse its true form. I believed i couldn't fathom their real meaning. Yet last night just as my second brother had said, it showed up again, surprisingly.

As I said, it wasn't a mysterious dream this time. I felt more connected to it when I was all alone in the dazzling sky, between the floating clouds, where beautiful flowers surrounded me, filling the air with their fragrances. I was wondering how I reached here, even though I was startled to see the beautiful world around me.

I have seen many beautiful eyes in my life.one pair belongs to my brother, and so many others like this. yet these dark pools clad in brown amaze me. Intense, ethereal ,deep.

My breath ceases the moment he steps in to my space. And i have already forgotten the real world. For me the dark enigmatic eyes watching me keenly are the ones i am going to live in. Heaven or hell if he allows , i am all his.

I stayed there in the sky or heaven or where ever we were, until i was woken up by a soulful music from the real world. I was so lazy that i remained with my eyes closed.  I felt betrayed because i couldn't revive his face. And that's when i realised that i was dreaming again.

 "What's with the princess mood tonight"? There comes my second brother clutching the golden flute in his hands. After planting countless seeds of doubts in my mind. I am sure he must have had a good sleep yesterday.

"Nothing special just like you had said i saw the dream again to be precisely the person too"

Tossing his flute in to my lap, he parted the curtains allowing the sunlight to kiss my face. He tucked the messed up slightly long baby hairs right in to their places and leaned in to hug me.

"Good morning subhadra"

"Good morning krishna".

He cleared his throat an attempt to speak again.

"So was that a prince? Your man in dreams".

I hide my face more in to his chest before slapping his arm slightly .

"He is not my man!"

As if he is going to believe me.

"Yeah yeah whatever. so tell me who was he exactly?"

The blurred visions of last night's dream caught my attention again.

"Still haven't got any clue?" Krishna asks blankly.

I shake my head  negatively. He was asking further to get more from me. But what i had even to  tell him specifically. It was a dream for god's sake.

"No. But it was beautiful. i seriously lived in it".

he smiles back at me freely, and his dimples deepen , making his face even more captivating. Satyabhama goes crazy when he smiles , always says it's a sight to watch your brother smile. She can't help herself from admiring him constantly.

How cute!

"Get up and be ready, and come to  the entrance".

he left the bed leaving me confused.

"why ?"

"We have guest to see off, remember?"

And that made me alert again. The king of Gandhara is still here. Because of my messed up dream i totally forgot about our guest. But i didn't know he was leaving so soon. Good riddance anyway!