Shishupala Histoires

In the legendary tale of the Pandavas, amidst the well-known figures that captivate our minds, we often overlook the lesser-explored perspective of Madri. While we recall the valiant blood of Kunti that coursed through their veins, it is Madri's story that remains an enigma, an uncharted realm of emotions and complexities. Among the Pandavas, Nakul, a paragon of skill with the sword and a maestro in Ayurveda, held a profound affinity for horses, their grace a reflection of his own innate prowess. Yet, beneath the surface of Nakul's triumphs lay a tempest of emotions that Kunti's love alone could not quell. From the tears he shed, cascading like a sorrowful waterfall, to that fateful misstep on the cold mountain during Svargaprastanam, his journey was a whirlpool of conflicting sentiments. His prowess as a swordsman and medical expert served as a testament to his capabilities, but what of the husband he yearned to be? Often distanced from his second wife, his words remained unheard, lost amidst the clamor of battle. Join me in this journey of exploring Mahabharat from the eyes of Eldest Madreya. Note : the story is based of Mahabharata and purely elaborated by my imagination. Not meant to hurt anyone's sentiments or beliefs. Read and enjoy Vatsu ❤❤❤

Aakarshika was the dying embers of a fading fire, dissolving into oblivion until her hand is promised to the sovereign of Dwarka. Righteous fury shrouds her soul, wine hued ire cloaking her virtuous mind. The trials of her life have weighed her down with burdening shackles that she bears on her heart, but the charming man with a mischievous smile just might be her saviour. But when has Aakarshika ever needed a man to shield her from her distress? ══✿══╡°˖✧✿✧˖°╞══✿══ In collaboration with @a_Vagrant