ENTANGLED RELATION

Part 34

SOOOOOO SORRYYYYYY GUYSS 

I know I am upating after so long 
but i just got a transfer from my company so I was busy in it 
sorryyyyy
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LETS START WITH TODAY'S PART

The palace of Hastinapur glowed in the early morning light, its stone walls bathed in the soft hues of dawn. Inside, the royal family stirred with the sounds of daily life, but amidst the usual routines, a quiet, intimate moment unfolded between Arjun and Subhadra.
In Arjun  and Subhadra  Chamber
In the lush palace garden, Arjun stood leaning against a marble pillar, watching Subhadra as she carefully arranged flowers in a garland. The soft rays of the sun kissed her face, and her calm demeanor filled Arjun with warmth. He quietly approached her from behind, slipping his arms gently around her waist.

Subhadra startled for a brief second, but a smile instantly bloomed on her lips as she felt the familiar touch of her husband. "Arya," she whispered, her voice soft and playful, "you're going to ruin my garland."

"Let the flowers wait a moment," Arjun said, resting his chin on her shoulder. "I don't see them missing me the way I've been missing you."

Subhadra laughed softly, leaning back into him. "We've been together all morning, my love. How can you miss me already?"

Arjun turned her toward him, lifting her chin gently so their eyes met. "A moment away from you is a moment too long," he whispered, his voice full of tenderness. "When I'm by your side, I feel complete."

Her heart swelled at his words, and for a moment, it was just the two of them—no royal duties, no responsibilities, just the quiet love that bound them together. Arjun cupped her face in his hands, drawing her closer as he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, then her lips. Subhadra closed her eyes, savoring the tenderness of the moment.

"I love you," Subhadra murmured softly, her fingers tracing his cheek.

"As I love you," Arjun replied, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. "Always."

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From the palace balcony, Draupadi stood gazing out at the garden, her mind occupied with thoughts of the upcoming celebrations. But as her eyes wandered, they fell upon Arjun and Subhadra, wrapped in each other's embrace, lost in a world of their own.

A sharp pang of irritation coursed through Draupadi. She tried to look away, but her gaze lingered on the scene before her—Arjun's tenderness, the way Subhadra seemed to complete him so effortlessly. It stirred old wounds, ones that Draupadi had buried but never truly healed from. Arjun had once been her everything, and though she knew his love for Subhadra was natural and pure, it still stung to witness it so plainly.

The memory of how Arjun had wed Subhadra without informing her resurfaced, reopening the ache she had tried to suppress for so long. Though she had accepted the realities of royal life and shared her husband with another, moments like these reminded her of the unfairness she often felt.

Draupadi's jaw tightened, and her hands gripped the balcony railing. She turned sharply and walked away, her heart heavy with a mix of jealousy and resentment.

Later that morning, Draupadi joined the family in the courtyard for the celebration of Vatsala's pregnancy, but her mood had not lightened. The sight of Subhadra, smiling and gracious as she moved through the gathering, made Draupadi's irritation simmer beneath her composed exterior.