Holding the garland in her hand, the Princess of Shivi stood in front of him. Tender gaze of a pair of copper-hued eyes drew her in their serene aura. Her kohl-smeared doe eyes reciprocated the love as she placed the garland around his neck. Her garland, representing her loving heart, embraced his broad chest, comfirming her place there forever.
She submitted herself at the feet of her Dharmaraja. Smiling, he lifted his Dharmapriyaa, and wiped the tears of happiness that streamed down her cheeks. Devika closed her eyes, relieved and comforted. All fear, all worries, all her pain had been removed at once by his loving touch.
At that very moment, nothing did matter to her except him, her destiny, the light of her life!
||Twamasi mama Dharma Dharmaputra twamsi mama Ishwarah
Twam priyascha tava charane samarpayaami jeevanam||
[You are my Dharma, DharmaPutra! You are my God!
You are my love, at your feet I dedicate my life!]
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Happy Anniversary, Natha! Hope you liked the gift!
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Author's Note: This is my first attempt to write a drabble. Hope it reads well.
The Sanskrit verse used here is written by me and not a part of the Mahabharata.
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Mahabharata Katha
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