In a world of glittering royalty where morality is synonymous to ettiquettes, crude originality is what lured into into each other's eyes and arms. Their story doesn't worship love in all its otherworldly sanctity. But they talk of blood, darkness, shadows and the crudeness that stands out like a raw, uncut diamond in a field of shimmering gold. Maybe that is what the original core of love is made of. Desire that burns the heart down to the ground. Longing that threatens to tear the soul apart. Truth that galres as hard as darkness. And flaws that make them crudely human. Join them in their heart-wrenching journey of imperfections that lay hidden under the facade of nothing but perfection. ~~~~~~ An Arjuna-Draupadi Fanfiction.