In Subhadra’s Chamber
Subhadra sat on a cushioned chair, deep in conversation with her best friend and sister-in-law, Dushala. The two women were laughing softly, their voices blending like a pleasant melody. The golden sunlight streaming through the lattice windows cast intricate patterns on the walls, but the chatter of the two girls drowned out everything else.
Meanwhile, at the door, Krishna and Arjuna entered quietly. They exchanged a knowing glance as they observed the engrossed pair. Subhadra and Dushala hadn’t even noticed their presence. Krishna sighed dramatically and whispered to Arjuna, “See, Parth, this is why they call them chatterboxes. Even the mighty sound of our footsteps couldn’t distract them!”
Arjuna chuckled, and the two men stepped closer. “Hello, chatterboxes!” they greeted in unison, startling the women.
Subhadra and Dushala turned around sharply. “What do you mean by chatterboxes, Bhratashree?” Dushala demanded, narrowing her eyes.
Krishna and Arjuna exchanged mischievous smiles. “Ah, nothing,” Krishna replied with mock innocence. “It’s just that the two of you were chattering so much, you didn’t even see us enter!”
“We were discussing very important matters,” Subhadra said, lifting her chin with a proud smile.
“Ahahaha, important matters!” Arjuna teased. “Girls and their endless talk—what could be so important?”
Dushala smirked. “And what about you two? Don’t you have any work other than barging into our chamber early in the morning?”
“Ouch, we surrender!” Krishna said, raising his hands in mock defeat.
Arjuna shook his head, laughing. “You’re right, Keshav. We can never win an argument with women.”
“Exactly,” Krishna said, nodding sagely. “And we’ve learned that lesson the hard way.”
Subhadra and Dushala giggled. “Fine, since you’re here now, why don’t you join us?” Subhadra said, gesturing for them to sit.
The men took their seats, and Krishna leaned forward. “Alright, what are we talking about today?”
“Let’s share our likes and dislikes,” Subhadra suggested, clapping her hands together.
“Alright!” Dushala agreed. “Let’s start with our favorite food.”
“My favorite food is makhan,” Krishna said with a grin.
“Mine is gajar ka halwa,” Dushala said proudly.
“I love kheer,” Subhadra and Arjuna said at the same time.
Krishna and Dushala exchanged amused glances. “They’re made for each other, Behen,” Krishna whispered. “Even their favorite food is the same!”
Dushala giggled, while Subhadra and Arjuna looked at each other shyly.
“Alright, next question—favorite color!” Krishna announced.
“Mine is red,” Dushala said.
“Warrior’s blood runs in her veins!” Subhadra teased, making Dushala pout.
“My favorite color is yellow,” Krishna said, adjusting his golden shawl.
“And ours is white,” Subhadra and Arjuna said together once again.
Dushala burst into laughter. “It seems like our dear Prince Arjuna and Princess Subhadra have similar tastes in everything!”
Arjuna shifted uncomfortably, while Subhadra blushed and turned her face away. Krishna chuckled, clearly enjoying the situation.
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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...
