"Home, you say?" Draupadi quizzed, taking a sip of tea as she rested on her arms, leaned back and stretched her legs.
The administrative work had begun taking a toll on her, as the kingdom's finances were in shambles following the war. She worked day and night, ensuring the kingdom ran smoothly and that her subjects wouldn't feel the burden of the economic crisis they might face.
Her eyes were heavy with exhaustion, but she was never devoid of kindness and compassion—a trait Dusshala had come to admire in the past few weeks.
"It feels like aeons ago," Kauravi opened up for the first time in years, her hopeful eyes lingering on the children. "Aeons ago, when your husband's first set foot in this palace—naive and hopeful to find home"—a nostalgic smile stretched on her lips— " Between conspiracies and survival, they made this home too; strange was their resilience in such testing times." She heaved a sigh as she saw herself in the children before her.
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A small snippet from an OS I’m currently writing centering Draupadi and Dusshala post Kurukshetra on a relaxed evening. I’m not sure when I am going to publish this, but I am writing it and I’m genuinely surprised by myself that why didn’t I explore this before