𝓐𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓬𝓲𝓽𝔂
( ｎ) ~ The warmth of the sun in the winter.
The comfort in the most deadly storms.
Your grounding factor in the hardest of tides of fate.
ᎠᎬᏉᎨ ᏕᏬᏰᎻᎯᎠᏒᎯ
The mother of one of the greatest warriors, Abhimanyu, the wife of one of...
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𝓐𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓬𝓲𝓽𝔂
( ｎ) ~ The warmth of the sun in the winter.
The comfort in the most deadly storms.
Your grounding factor in the hardest of tides of fate.
ᎠᎬᏉᎨ ᏕᏬᏰᎻᎯᎠᏒᎯ
The mother of one of the greatest warriors, Abhimanyu, the wife of one of the greatest archers Mahanayak Arjun, the sister of the great Hari Narayan Shree Krishn and Shesh Naag swaroop Balram.
But above all this, she was, but a child, a girl with a heart of gold and compassion for all those who deserved it, what would it be, to see the life she lived, through her own eyes.
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The morning after her son's death proved to be one of the hardest things Subhadra had to do.
Falling asleep just next to Uttara's bed, caring for her and her unborn child had given Devi Subhadra a purpose, a way to overcome the grief. But the war wasn't over. She had to get up, go through the motions, now just practiced movement of her muscles for the life was sucked out of her the moment she saw her son being carried in the arms of her brother in-law Yudhishthir, the Samrat.
Her rage was unimaginable as she saw them apologise to her Arya. How dare they stand there and say they couldn't do anything, she and her husband gave his responsibility to them. They were his elders! His caregivers , Tatshree and Kakashree's. But no one could stand in the way of Niyati. She would know, she herself helped carry out the birth of her Jyeshth brothers.
" Raajkumari, please come out for the tilak. " A dasi called as her eyes finally moved away from the spot on the ground, where she remembered her son standing as he argued with her a few days ago.
" Mata, I'll be fine! You and Uttara worry too much. I am your son mata, I am my father's son. I am Jyesth mata Panchali's son. I will be fine. " He promised her, enclosing his fist over her arms.
" But putr, there is nothing wrong in having sweetened curd before you leave. Please do it? " She asked, before looking up at him, " For me? " She whispered and he sighed, when a voice interrupted them.
" You should listen to the pleas of your mother Abhimanyu. She is just looking after you. In her own way. Your agreement in going along with her wishes warms her heart and will give you a reassurance too." His father said, walking into the room.
Subhadra turned around to see her husband, ready in battle armour. He was still just as handsome as he was when they married, strong and confident. His eyes showed pure love for their family, his family.
