"You're my brother till the end of times. Even after that."
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Dhri killed Drona.
They killed an elephant named Ashwathamma, got Yudhisthra to say Ashwathammma died, let Drona die beleiving his son was dead. I have no idea what to think or what to say. But this death is hard for everyone. Dhri was his student as well.
I look at Dhri talking to my husbands in a distance.
From here it seems like Arjun is going to cry and I'm not going to let him, not in front of my brother whose whole life's aim was to kill him, from the moment he was born. I walk fast and relentless.
"Drau," Dhri says when he notices me, his voice steady but heavy with something I can't quite place. Grief? Guilt? Emptiness?
I give him a small nod before turning to Arjun. His eyes meet mine, and I see the unshed tears shimmering, threatening to fall. He looks like he wants to say something, but I don't give him the chance.
"Come," I say, reaching for his arm.
Arjun blinks at me, startled, but doesn't resist as I pull him a few steps away from the group. "Draupadi," he starts, his voice breaking, but I shake my head.
"Not here," I whisper, my voice firm yet soft. "Not in front of him." He immediately wipes his eyes and I watch as his usual demeanor comes in place. It seems we all have survived behind masks.
I walk towards Dhri and just stand next to him. He looks at me and I look at him and manage a smile. And for a minute I see my big brother who told me stories, taught me everything I should ever know, held my hand countless number of times and always and forever looked out for me. I hold his hand and squeeze it.
He looks down at our hands, and something in his expression softens. For a moment, we're not warriors, not players in this vast, merciless game of dharma and war. We're just siblings, standing together in the eye of the storm.
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Draupadi
Historical Fiction--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dharma was the cloth I held closest. I was draped in dharma. No one could ever take that from me. No amount of pu...
