" Jyestha, see what I found" shouted a young handsome man running across the distance. His looks could compete with kamdeva. His face glowing.
" What is it, is it sweets?" asked a huge and over excited man smiling widely. His huge body was the proof of his power.
" Bratha Bheem, he is Nakul not you who will become happy of seeing sweet and will run to you to show" joked another man. His face having the bewitching look which can melt the stone.
Bheem became angry and started catching that man running behind him.
" Bhrata Arjun save me please" shouted that man from a distance.
" Sehdev, I will not leave you today" shouted Bheem. Nakul running behind both of them.
" Nakul, Sahdev, what have you done now" asked Arjun. His eyes as sharp as arrows, his well built body was the proof of his long practice. But his smile covered every other thing and shined.
" Nothing jyest, I was just telling him the truth" said Sehdev with an innocent face.
" You..." Bheem charged upon him again but Sehdev hid behind Arjun. Nakul was enjoying this whole because most of the time it was him but today Sehdev was suffering.
" Wait wait bhrata Bheem, you can do whatever you want with him" said Arjun which resulted in an over amused expression from Sehdev.
" Jyest" he asked amused. Arjun paid no attention to him
" Let us see what Nakul had brought" said Arjun.
" Yes jyest. You will not even believe what I found. There was a poet sleeping under that tree. His poems were scattered all over so I picked up one of it to read. This is a poem about the princess of panchal. See how much they have exgrated her beauty. " he laughed and read the poem aloud
" She is Agnotri, the fire born,
She is Vriti, part of nature,
She is Draksha, daughter of Drupad,
She is Panchali, the princess of Panchal,
Her hairs are like the moonless night, dancing in the air like the apasras of indrlok,
Her forehead shining like the purest gold,
Her eyes like those of a deer, big, dark and mesmerising,
Her golden brown orbs engulf the fire she is born of,
Her arched eyebrows indicates her wisdom,
Her nose perfectly pinned,
Her lips are like red rose, soft and beautiful,
Her smile have the power to hypnotize someone,
Her deserted sand like face have the glow of sunset,
Her curves are perfect,
She is the epitome of divine beauty,
She is fire born, part of nature, daughter of Drupad, princess of Panchal,
The one born with pre written destiny,
She is Aanyati..."
" Don't you think this is too much " commented Arjun
" That's what I am trying to say jyest, I can't even imagine such beauty " said Nakul.
" Outer beauty is just a myth Nakul " came the stern voice of a man. His eyes shining with the truthfulness. His complexion is like motlen gold. His face glowing with Dharma, he is Dharmraj Yudhisthira.
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Aanyati - A Warrior
FantasyWhat if Draupadi had an elder sister who was the daughter of Agni Dev and a part of mata Prakriti herself. A girl born with pre written destiny, the destiny to uphold Dharma, a girl who was a warrior before being a queen, a girl with thoughts so str...
