In this fresh retelling of the Mahabharata, Draupadi is bound by destiny to Arjun alone, their love a powerful force amidst a world unraveling in chaos and adharma.
As the whispers of war grow louder and betrayal strikes from within, their bond is...
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After dinner, everyone gathered it the grand main hall, the air filled with the soft murmur of conversations and the glow of warm lamps. The atmosphere was rich with tradition, and it was time for each family to present their blessings.
First, the king of Shivi, Govasena, stepped forward, holding beautiful clothes and glittering jewelry for Yudhishthira and Devika. The couple sat gracefully on the asan, their regal presence undeniable. The king, with a proud smile, handed them the gifts.
"These are for you to wear tomorrow," he said, his voice full of affection.
Yudhishthira and Devika, grateful and composed, bent down to touch his feet. "Thank you, Pitashree," they said in unison, receiving his blessings with a sense of devotion.
Next, King Devesha, the ruler of Kashi and father of Valandhara, made his way toward Bhima and Valandhara. His eyes softened as he presented them with fine clothes and delicate jewelry. Bhima, always full of energy, accepted them with a wide grin.
"Thank you, Pitashree!" Bhima said, his deep voice booming with enthusiasm as Valandhara smiled shyly beside him, touching her father's feet for his blessings.
Then it was King Drupada's turn. He walked over with a regal grace, carrying gifts for his beloved daughter and her husband. Arjun and Draupadi stood up to receive him. As Drupada handed them the clothes and jewelry, Draupadi immediately bent down to touch her father's feet.
But Drupada, with a warm chuckle, gently stopped her. "No, no, my dear. My daughter's place is always in my heart," he said, pulling her into a tight, loving embrace.
Arjun, watching with a teasing smile, couldn't help but joke, "Maharaj Drupada loves me more than you, Priye."
Draupadi instantly pouted, her eyes narrowing playfully. "That's not true! He loves me more, right Pitashree?" she demanded, turning to her father with a dramatic tone.
Before Drupada could answer, Dhrishtadyumna, standing nearby, quickly intervened, his face lit with a mischievous grin. "Not you both-he loves me more," he declared confidently.
