Raghukul: Mahabharat

Chapter 13: the visit

The day following the birth of Karn and Draupadi's son, Ram, Krishn and his family arrived at Ayodhya. The air was filled with excitement and anticipation as the news of Ram's birth spread. Karn, standing tall and proud, addressed the gathering in the grand hall, where he announced the name of his son with deep affection.

"This child," Karn said with a voice full of pride, "will be a king like Ram, revered for his righteousness and strength. May he bring honor and glory to our kingdom and lead with wisdom."

The declaration was met with a resounding cheer from the assembly, and Hanuman's joy was evident in his beaming smile. The celebration was grand, but it was also marked by a palpable sense of unity and warmth among the attendees.

Later that evening, as the festivities dwindled, Karn took a stroll through his lush, serene garden. The gentle rustling of leaves and the cool night air provided a calming backdrop. As he wandered, he noticed Subhadra seated on a bench, gazing up at the starlit sky. Her shoulders shook with silent sobs, her sorrow reflected in her tear-streaked face.

Karn approached her quietly, his heart heavy with concern. "Subhadra, what troubles you so?" he asked gently.

Subhadra hastily wiped her tears, trying to compose herself. Karn, sensing her distress, gently cupped her chin and lifted her gaze to meet his. His touch was both firm and comforting, a silent promise of support.

"Please, let me help," Karn implored softly. "What is it that's causing you this pain?"

After a moment of hesitation, Subhadra's resolve crumbled. She took a deep breath and began recounting the disturbing events she had witnessed in Hastinapur. "When I visited Hastinapur," she began, her voice trembling, "I overheard a dreadful plan involving Kunti and the Pandavas. They intend to use me as a mere pawn to forge an alliance, a fate I find unbearable."

Karn's face darkened as he listened, his anger mounting. "And Arjun," Subhadra continued, "his obsession with Draupadi has only worsened. I am appalled and disgusted by how they view me and treat others."

Karn's eyes burned with fury, his hands clenching into fists. "How dare they treat you so," he said, his voice low and filled with rage. "They have no right to manipulate you or anyone else for their own gain."

Subhadra's tears flowed freely now, a mix of relief and continued anguish. Karn wrapped her in a warm, protective embrace. "Do not worry, Subhadra," he said, his voice steady with resolve. "I promise you, as long as I am alive, they will not harm you or disrespect your dignity. Your marriage will be celebrated, and they will be powerless to interfere."

Subhadra's sobs softened, and she clung to Karn, finding solace in his words and embrace. Exhausted from her emotional outpouring, she eventually fell asleep in his arms. Karn gently carried her to her room and laid her down on her bed, ensuring she was comfortable before quietly exiting.

Returning to his own quarters, Karn relayed the details of the night's revelations to Draupadi. "I'm proud of you for standing by Subhadra," Draupadi said softly, her eyes filled with gratitude and affection. "Your promise to protect her is a testament to your honor and strength."

The couple shared a quiet moment, their bond strengthened by their mutual commitment to support those they cared about. They settled into their bed, the gentle glow of the moon casting a serene light over them, and drifted into a peaceful sleep, fortified by their love and shared purpose.

The next day, the sun cast its golden rays over Ayodhya, bringing with it a new sense of warmth and renewal. Draupadi sat at the breakfast table, her eyes subtly observing Karn and Subhadra. She couldn't ignore the way their glances lingered a bit longer than usual, how their smiles seemed to hold a deeper meaning.