Draupadi

CHAPTER XIX

The year with Sahadev passed with a swiftness that felt almost surreal. As I sat across from him, my hands worked meticulously, stitching the fabric with a rhythm that mirrored the pulse of our shared time together. He sat before me, his gaze distant, as he recounted a dream that seemed to weigh heavily on his soul."There was nothing," he began, his voice barely more than a whisper, as though he were reluctant to disturb the silence of his own mind. "It was an abyss of darkness. I found myself standing beside a pond, an unremarkable setting shrouded in an impenetrable void. Then, out of the darkness, this flower emerged-no ordinary blossom, but something extraordinary. It had leaves like the deepest emeralds, and the blossom itself was pure white, radiant with a luminescence that seemed to echo the celestial glow of the moon." His words faltered as he sought the right expression for his experience. "But then, it began to blossom, its pristine whiteness fading into a dark, foreboding red. And with that transformation, chaos erupted. It was startling to think that such delicate beauty could birth such overwhelming destruction."I absorbed his words, my needle pausing as I considered their weight. "Hmm," I murmured, the sound more of contemplation than response. Reaching for the saree draped beside me, I traced the embroidered white flower on the red fabric. "Look at this design-it mirrors the flower from your dream, doesn't it?"A strange, almost melancholic smile touched Sahadev's lips, his expression a mixture of awe and unease. I felt a pang of sympathy, sensing the shadows the dream had cast over him. "Is this dream troubling you?" I asked gently, my voice a soft balm for his unrest.He exhaled, a deep sigh that seemed to carry the weight of unspoken fears. "It's nothing new," he replied, his tone carrying a resigned quietness. "These visions, they come and go, but the feeling... the sense of foreboding... it lingers."I reached out, my hand resting on his, an anchor in the storm of his thoughts. "Try to relax, dear. We'll navigate this one day at a time. " I said softly, my words meant to offer reassurance and grounding.His eyes, darkened by the shadows of his thoughts, sought mine with an intensity that seemed to pierce through the superficialities of our existence. "I'm truly grateful for you," he said, his voice laden with an emotional depth that spoke of more than just gratitude. "You mean so much to me."In that moment, I felt the profound connection between us-a silent acknowledgment of the burdens we both carried. Sahadev leaned in, his lips brushing against my cheek in a gesture that was both tender and solemn. "I really love you," he whispered, each word imbued with a depth of feeling that transcended the ordinary."I love you too," I responded, my voice steady yet full of emotion. ------------------------------------------------------------------

I step into the fire, its embrace both fierce and inviting. The flames greet me like an old friend, their heat wrapping around me with an almost affectionate fervor. The fire dances and swirls, cascading in waves of brilliant orange and red, each flicker brushing against my skin with a sensation both invigorating and strangely soothing. It feels as though the fire is caressing me, each flicker a delicate tickle against my ears, whispering secrets of transformation.

As I stand amidst the inferno, it seems to envelop me in a cocoon of warmth, refining and reshaping me in its fiery crucible. The flames seem to recognize me, acknowledging my presence with a reverent crackle. I feel as though I am being polished, my very essence being honed and perfected by the relentless yet gentle force of the fire.

I offer a silent tribute to the fire, a gesture of gratitude and respect for its purifying power. Stepping out from its embrace, I emerge transformed. The red garments I wore, once vibrant and bold, have taken on a deeper, more profound hue, darkened by the fire's touch. I survey the changes with a satisfied smile, knowing that the fire has left its mark upon me, making me better than before.

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Thirteen years had flown by with an astonishing rapidity. In that span, I had given birth to a son for each of my husbands, with the exception of Arjun. Today was a day I had eagerly anticipated: Arjun's return home. As I stirred the payasam, a traditional sweet milk drink made for special occasions, a contented smile played on my lips. The rich, aromatic fragrance of the payasam filled the kitchen, its simmering warmth reflecting my own bubbling excitement.

Throughout these years, I had come to understand and cherish the distinct qualities of my four husbands. Yudhisthira was the embodiment of compassion and attentiveness, his kindness a steady anchor in our lives. Bhima's love was boundless and unrestrained, akin to the fervor of a child who sees the world with unclouded eyes. Nakul, though now more mature, retained a youthful ardor that brought a sense of fresh vitality to our relationship. Sahadev, ever the sensitive soul, expressed himself through poetry and art, his creative endeavors a testament to his profound inner world.As I thought about Arjun, a light giggle escaped me, mingling with the hum of the kitchen. I had missed him terribly. What kind of reception awaited us upon his return? The thought of him, with that roguish grin of his, could still make my heart flutter with a curious mix of affection and exasperation. The very notion of his return had me feeling like a lovesick teenager, caught up in a whirlwind of emotions.Yet, amid my excitement, there was a tinge of unease as I reflected on the other marriages Arjun and my other husbands had entered into. It was unrealistic to expect them to remain waiting indefinitely. As long as those other women didn't come to live with us, I could accept their presence. Despite the underlying guilt, I reassured myself that this was the best we could manage under the circumstances. I shook my head, trying to dispel the tumult of conflicting thoughts.A sudden voice pierced my reverie. "He's here!" called Prathivindhya, my eldest son, his tone brimming with anticipation.With a surge of energy, I rushed out, the aarthi plate balanced carefully in my hands. I took my place by the gate, my heart racing with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. As the chariot came to a halt, Arjun emerged, more striking than I remembered. His physique was even more defined, his presence exuding an aura of strength and vitality. His eyes, though marked by the passage of time, held a familiar spark as they met mine.His gaze flickered briefly to his brothers, a silent exchange laden with unspoken concerns. Then, his eyes softened as he smiled at me, the grin that always had the power to unsettle me. Before I could perform the traditional welcome, Arjun's voice cut through the air, hurried and almost breathless. "Wait, there's someone with me-my wife, Subhadra, the Yadava princess. She's Krishna's sister."I stifled a gasp, my heart momentarily suspended in shock. Subhadra stepped gracefully out of the chariot, and my eyes took in her striking appearance. Her tan skin glowed with an inner warmth, and her doe-like eyes sparkled with a lively intelligence. She was petite, with a curvaceous figure, and her broad, welcoming smile seemed to radiate an unspoken confidence.Turning to Arjun, my eyes narrowed, a mixture of incredulity and frustration simmering within me. "And...?" I said, my voice sharp and laced with an edge of anger. "What do you expect me to do?"My words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of my emotions. The glare I cast at Arjun was a silent demand for answers, the culmination of years of complex feelings and unresolved tensions. The atmosphere was charged with the gravity of this unexpected revelation, and I awaited his response, my heart both aching and resolute.--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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