The first light of dawn had yet to pierce the indigo sky when the grand hall of Indraprasth began to fill with an air of electric anticipation. The early morning air was cool, filled with the fragrant scent of blooming jasmine from the palace gardens.
The marble columns, adorned with intricate carvings, stood silent witness to the tension and excitement that danced through the room. Flickering oil lamps cast a warm glow, their gentle light reflecting off the polished floors and highlighting the grandeur of the royal assembly. The hall buzzed with excitement and anticipation as the first light of dawn began to pierce the horizon.
Draupadi was about to give birth to her first child. Though Karn could not be present due to his exile, the palace buzzed with a mixture of joy and impatience. The hall was filled with esteemed royals and family members, all eager to welcome the new addition to the kingdom.
In one corner of the hall, the five Pandav brothers- Yudhisthir, Bheem, Arjun, Nakul, and Sahadev -stood in a tight-knit group, their faces a mixture of anxiety and joy. The eldest, Yudhisthir, maintained a calm demeanor, though his eyes betrayed his excitement. Bheem paced back and forth, his immense frame moving with restless energy, while Arjun leaned against a pillar, lost in thought. Nakul and Sahadev exchanged hopeful glances, their youthful faces alight with anticipation.
Pitamah Bhism stood tall and serene near the entrance, his white beard and flowing robes giving him an almost ethereal presence. Despite his stoic exterior, a twinkle of anticipation shone in his wise eyes.
Vidur paced back and forth, occasionally pausing to exchange a hopeful glance with the others. His elder brother, Dhritrashtra sat beside his wife Gandhari, who wore a blindfold. Though they could not see the unfolding scene, their hearts were attuned to every sound and movement.
The ever-charming Krishna leaned casually against a pillar, his calm demeanor a soothing presence amidst the rising excitement. His eyes sparkled with a knowing look, as if he alone knew the destiny that awaited the newborn. His smile was gentle, his eyes twinkling with the mysteries of the universe, as he engaged with each person around him.
Bheem :- Do you think it will be a boy or a girl? A prince to lead our kingdom or a princess to grace our halls.
His deep voice broke the silence, his tone filled with genuine curiosity.
Arjun, always the pragmatist, responded,
Arjun :- It does not matter as long as both mother and child are healthy. What matters is that the child will be born into a family of warriors and kings. The blood of heroes runs through its veins.
Nakul :- True, but a little warrior would be wonderful, wouldn't it?
He added, his eyes gleaming with excitement. Gandhari, her voice soft and soothing, added,
Gandhari :- Indeed, Arjun. But the joy of a new life is beyond the bounds of gender. A child is a blessing in any form.
Vidur nodded in agreement.
Vidur :- And with Draupadi as the mother, the child will undoubtedly be extraordinary. Her strength and wisdom are unparalleled.
Yudhisthir, the eldest, smiled at his brothers.
Yudhisthir :- Whether a boy or a girl, the child will be blessed. The heavens are surely watching over bhabhi.
Gandhari, silently prayed, looking up with a serene smile.
Gandhari :- I pray for a daughter. A little Draupadi to carry forward her mother's grace and strength.
Krishna's melodic voice chimed in,
Krishna :- Whatever the child may be, they will have the best of all worlds, surrounded by love and wisdom.
As the minutes ticked by, the anticipation in the room grew palpable. Vidur, unable to contain his restlessness, continued to pace back and forth. Gandhari, sensing the movement, gently chuckled.
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