The first rays of the sun were beginning to light up the grand city of Dwarka. The golden palace shimmered in the morning glow, and the cool breeze carried the aroma of blooming flowers. Arjuna, however, was already awake, much earlier than usual. His mind was restless, his heart tugging him in one direction: Subhadra.
After a refreshing bath, he dressed in his finest attire, carefully tying his turban and adjusting his jewelry. He looked at his reflection in the mirror and smiled. “Today, I must tell her how I feel,” he resolved.
Without further delay, he made his way to Subhadra’s chamber.
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Subhadra’s Chamber
Subhadra was still fast asleep. The gentle morning breeze danced through her room, rustling the curtains and playing with her hair. She lay peacefully on her bed, the blanket pulled up to her chest. Her smoky eyes remained closed, but a soft smile graced her rosy lips, as though she were dreaming of something—or someone—pleasant.
Arjuna quietly entered her chamber, his heart skipping a beat at the sight of her. For a moment, he simply stood there, mesmerized. “She looks so serene, so beautiful,” he thought, a soft smile spreading across his face.
Not wanting to disturb her, he sat on a chair nearby, waiting patiently for her to wake up.
After a while, Subhadra stirred. Her eyelids fluttered open, and she turned toward the window, basking in the morning light. She stretched and sat up, looking around groggily. When her eyes fell on Arjuna, sitting casually with a mischievous grin, she was startled.
“Pranipaat, Prince!” she exclaimed, pulling the blanket up to her chest. “What are you doing here at this hour?”
Arjuna chuckled. “Relax, Princess. I just came to wake you up. But I couldn’t help noticing how soundly you were sleeping—like a donkey!”
“What? A donkey?” Subhadra’s cheeks puffed up in anger, her eyes narrowing. “How dare you! I will not talk to you anymore!”
“Alright, alright,” Arjuna said, raising his hands in mock surrender. “Forgive me, Princess. I was only teasing.”
But Subhadra turned her face away, her lips forming a pout. “You’re giggling again! I won’t forgive you,” she declared and got up to wash her face.
When she returned, she sat in front of her mirror, brushing her hair. Arjuna, not one to miss an opportunity, leaned over and said with a smirk, “I’m amazed, Princess, that these mirrors haven’t shattered yet, seeing you every day.”
Subhadra froze for a moment, then turned to glare at him, her face red with irritation. “You! Have you taken a vow to tease me endlessly?” she asked, her voice dripping with exasperation.
Arjuna nodded, grinning mischievously.
“Fine! My face is dirty, my face is everything! Are you happy now?” she retorted, turning back to the mirror.
As she picked up a gajra to adorn her bun, Arjuna swiftly took it from her hands. “Allow me,” he said, gently placing the flowers in her hair.
Subhadra blushed, her cheeks turning the color of rose petals. She looked down, unable to meet his gaze.
“Am I forgiven now, my temper-tantrum princess?” Arjuna asked, his voice soft and teasing.
Subhadra shook her head playfully, a mischievous smile on her lips, and dashed out of the room.
“Subhadra! Wait!” Arjuna called after her, quickly following.
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“Catch me if you can!” Subhadra giggled, running through the palace corridors like a child.
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Krishnaanuja: The Goddess Of Illusion (Editting)
Historical Fiction(On hold) Devi Subhadra, a divine figure in Hindu mythology, is the beloved sister of Lord Krishna and Balarama, and the wife of Arjuna. Revered for her grace and wisdom, she symbolizes purity, devotion, and familial love. Often depicted as serene a...
