ENTANGLED RELATION

Part 25

DRAUPADI AND HER SON'S SIDE.

As the tranquil atmosphere enveloped Arjun and Subhadra in their chamber, a storm brewed in another part of the palace. Prativindhya, seethed with frustration and anger, his heart heavy with the sting of defeat.

As the day is slowly dispersed in night , Prativindhya's frustration boiled over, his heart heavy with the bitter taste of defeat. Storming back to his chamber, he felt a tempest raging within him, an uncontrollable fury that threatened to consume him whole.

Inside his chamber, Prativindhya's anger erupted like a volcano, his fists pounding against the sturdy oak furniture with reckless abandon. The room echoed with the sound of shattering pottery and splintering wood as he vented his frustrations, his mind consumed by thoughts of what could have been.

Draupadi, hearing the commotion, rushed to her son's side, her heart sinking at the sight of his turmoil. "Prativindhya, my son, please," she pleaded, her voice trembling with concern, "you mustn't let your anger consume you like this. There will be other opportunities, other chances for you to prove yourself."

But Prativindhya's rage burned bright and unyielding, his eyes ablaze with a fierce intensity. "No, Mother," he snapped, his voice dripping with venom, "you don't understand! I was supposed to be the one to inherit the throne, to carry on Father's legacy. But now... now it's all been snatched away from me, by Abhimanyu!"

Draupadi's heart ached at her son's words, her own disappointment mirroring his. "Prativindhya, please," she implored, her voice trembling with emotion, "Abhimanyu's victory does not diminish your worth in any way. You are still a beloved son, and your future is filled with endless possibilities."

But Prativindhya's anger burned too hot, his mind clouded by resentment and envy. "Possibilities?" he scoffed bitterly, his voice tinged with bitterness. "What possibilities? I will always be second best, always overshadowed by Abhimanyu's brilliance. I can't... I won't accept it!"

Draupadi's heart broke at her son's anguish, her own disappointment mirroring his. She had hoped that Prativindhya would find solace and understanding in her words, but his pain ran deep, his wounds too raw to be soothed by mere reassurances.

As Prativindhya continued to rage against the injustice of it all, Draupadi could only watch helplessly, her heart heavy with sorrow. For in that moment, she realized that her son's path to acceptance would be a long and arduous one, filled with obstacles and challenges that only he could overcome. And as his mother, all she could do was stand by his side, offering her love and support, no matter the trials that lay ahead.

As Prativindhya's rage echoed through the chamber, Draupadi's own frustrations bubbled to the surface, mingling with her son's seething anger. She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms, a bitter taste of resentment flooding her senses.

"Prativindhya, calm yourself," she urged, her voice strained with tension. "You cannot let this defeat consume you."

But her words fell on deaf ears as Prativindhya continued to vent his frustrations, his fury unchecked by her attempts to soothe him. With each blow he dealt to the furniture, Draupadi felt her own frustrations rise, a simmering resentment bubbling within her.

As the storm of emotions raged within the chamber, Draupadi's thoughts turned to Subhadra, her co-wife, the source of much of her resentment and bitterness. She could not shake the feeling that Subhadra's influence had led to this outcome, that her son's victory had been orchestrated to elevate Subhadra's status within the kingdom.

"Subhadra," Draupadi spat the name like a curse, her lip curling with disdain. "Always meddling, always interfering. She has taken everything from me, and now she seeks to rob me of my rightful place."