Draupadi...she was intoxicating. She was the most beautiful person Sahadev had set eyes on, eyes for.
Speaking of eyes, she had the most expressive eyes. Her eyes wrote poems on their own.
Eyes are the windows to the soul. Well, that was true in her case.
That day at the sabha, he saw everything in her eyes. He saw her plead at him and his useless brothers, he experienced her unimaginable pain as she was stripped of her dignity in place of her clothes, he understood her disappointment at their helplessness.
He could never forget the look in her eyes that day, a mixture of raw fury combined with inexplicable agony, as she cursed the Kauravas to doom, her overflowing rage having finally overcome her control over her words.
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Poetry and Drabbles
PoetrySilver light flows from the moon, guiding your each step through the dark forest, thick with foliage. As you walk further, the dense forest gives way to a huge building, which looks to be abandoned, deprived, of contact with the human world. You mak...
