Disclaimer : This story is a complete work of fiction and this in no way intends to hurt anyone's religious beliefs. I will try my best to justify the story.
Time travelling is something which is a matter of discussion everywhere. Some say it's poss...
The king of Panchal sat in front of the holy fire which gave him a courageous son just a few moments back. Now he wished for a daughter. His heart was hungry for revenge. He wanted revenge from guru Drona whose student defeated him, the undefeated king of aryavrat.
After a lot of different types of auspicious offerings to the holy fire, the fire rose till the sky. It had no end, it pierced the sky.
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"Drupada!" Came a divine voice. He was startled so he just joined his hands as respect.
"We the devas are blessing you with a daughter, a daughter who will bring change in the history of Aryavrat. She will have to face a lot of humiliations, she will have to sacrifice everything but still she will be worshiped like a devi." Listening to the words, Drupada tensed.
"Oh mighty devas, please don't give my daughter so much pain and humiliation. Please!" Drupada begged.
"Drupada, have faith in Mahadev. If he has given pain, he has also given the ointment. The ointment has already been born. She has already been born and also started her work."
Drupada furrowed his eyebrows on the word 'she'. Will her husband not save her? Before he could ask any further, the fire became uncontrollable. Everyone stepped back due to the fierce warmth of the fire.
Soon enough, the whole Panchal witnessed the birth of the most beautiful girl of Aryavrat. Her skin was dark like evening, her hair were darker than the new moon night, she had fire like splendor. The males could not take their eyes of this mesmerizing beauty while the females looked at her in shock. How can the beauty of the whole world reside in one body?
There came the fire princess, Yagyaseni. The dark skinned, Krishnaa. The princess of panchal, Panchali. The daughter of Drupada, DRAUPADI!
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Drupada smirked in pride and arrogance on the birth of his children. Now the fire of revenge will burn Dronacharya.
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Someone was approaching Yudhishthir with predatory steps. He was devoid of any weapon which means he couldn't fight back. He stood in front of his predator but still he stood calm and still. Not a line of worry decorated his face.
