After their refreshing bath, Nakula draped a soft towel around Draupadi's shoulders with gentle care, his touch comforting and familiar. Sahadeva, always attentive, lifted her effortlessly, his strength a reassuring presence.
"Nakula," Sahadeva remarked with a playful grin, "her body is adorned with our marks."
Nakula nodded in agreement, his eyes filled with warmth as he gazed at Draupadi. "Indeed, Draupadi, you are our canvas," he said softly, a hint of pride in his voice.
Draupadi, her cheeks tinted with a rosy hue from their playful banter, smiled affectionately at them both. "Your love leaves its mark on me, always," she replied tenderly, her voice filled with gratitude.
Outside the bathroom, Yudhishthira, Arjuna, and Bhima exchanged knowing glances. Yudhishthira, the embodiment of wisdom and compassion, spoke first. "Their bond with Draupadi is undeniable," he observed quietly.
Arjuna, leaning against the doorframe with a thoughtful expression, nodded in agreement. "They complement each other well," he mused, his gaze turning inward.
Bhima, his voice deep and resonant, chuckled heartily. "They are lucky to have each other," he declared with conviction, his eyes sparkling with pride.
As the morning continued, the Pandavas and Draupadi shared moments of laughter and affection, their bond deepening with each passing day. They knew that their love was a beacon of strength in challenging times, a testament to the enduring power of unity and devotion.
The Pandavas, observing Sahadeva's tender care of Draupadi, exchanged knowing glances. Yudhishthira, ever observant, remarked with a hint of amusement, "Seems like Nakula and Sahadeva have left their marks on Draupadi as well."
Arjuna, his expression reflecting a mix of pride and affection, nodded in agreement. "Their bond is evident in the marks they share," he noted, his voice carrying admiration for the unity among them.
Bhima, always forthright and supportive, grinned broadly. "It's a testament to their love and commitment," he declared with conviction, his eyes gleaming with pride.
Inside the room, Sahadeva gently settled Draupadi down, his touch lingering as he adjusted her towel with care. Nakula, standing beside them, mirrored the marks of affection that adorned Draupadi's skin.
"Nakula," Sahadeva said softly, his gaze tender as he looked at Draupadi, "we are intertwined in more ways than one."
Nakula nodded thoughtfully, his eyes filled with warmth as he met Draupadi's gaze. "Our journey together leaves visible traces of our bond," he replied gently, his voice carrying the weight of their shared experiences.
Draupadi, touched by their words and the visible signs of their love, smiled radiantly at them both. "Each mark is a testament to our unity," she affirmed, her voice filled with love and gratitude.
Outside the room, the Pandavas listened to the soft murmurs of conversation and shared moments of tenderness. They knew that these marks were not just physical but symbols of the deep emotional connection that bound them together. As they prepared for the day ahead, their hearts were light, their spirits lifted by the unwavering love and unity that defined their extraordinary relationship.
In the soft light of the morning, the air was filled with a gentle warmth that matched the affection shared between Draupadi and the Pandavas. They had all freshened up, each of the brothers coming out dressed, their attire hinting at the intimacy of the night before. Draupadi, in a graceful saree that accentuated her hourglass figure, radiated elegance and confidence.
As they gathered, the playful banter between them continued. The Pandavas, still bearing the marks of love from their shared night, couldn't resist teasing Nakula and Sahadeva for their proficiency in leaving hickeys.
