"Sochu tujhe toh hai subah, Sochu tujhe toh shaam hai! Ohh! Manzilon pe ab toh meri, Bas hi tera naam hai!"
A young man, in his late teens, sat on the expansive balcony of a grand chamber. His aura was nothing short of mesmerizing. His dark, muscular form glistened under the moonlight, and his towering stature radiated authority. His hazel eyes, deep and thoughtful, were fixed on the night sky. His serene smile, though faint, suggested a mind at peace, perhaps unaware of its own reasons for contentment.
"Arjun, Mata is calling us. Come along!" said the eldest of the Pandavas, Yudhishthir, his voice calm and soothing, his smile as serene as ever. Arjun, the middle Pandava, looked at him, nodding in acknowledgment.
Arjun's POV I followed my elder brother, Yudhishthir, toward Mata's chamber. Inside, my other three brothers were already gathered. Mata spoke of our maternal uncle's eldest son Prince Balram's marriage, and of the upcoming journey to Dwarka.
"Tomorrow, at dawn, we depart for Dwarka. Pack your things well!" Mata instructed. We all nodded dutifully and made our way to our shared chamber.
Nakul, as usual, was overpacking. He had an entire wardrobe laid out—rare sets of clothes, shoes in every imaginable color, and jewels that would make even a king's treasure room look humble.
"Nakul, it's Bhrata Balram's wedding, not yours!" Bheem teased, to which we all burst into laughter.
"At least I don't look like someone who's eaten all the laddoos in Dwarka," Nakul shot back, grinning.
Without missing a beat, Bheem grabbed Nakul by the neck and gave him a playful slap on the head. The sound echoed in the room, and I couldn't help but laugh even harder.
"Sahdev, what's on your mind? You look lost in thought. Do you want laddoos to cheer you up?" Bheem joked, his laughter filling the air.
Sahdev, always the philosopher, looked up and replied, "Do you ever think of anything besides laddoos, Bhrata? I was actually thinking about our cousins."
"Oh, the mighty warriors, the dharmic Krishna and Balram, owe should be proud that they are our brothers," Yudhishthir said, his voice full of pride.
Nakul raised an eyebrow, adding, "And what about the nature-born princess of Dwarka?"
"Nature-born?" I asked, intrigued.
Yudhishthir smiled slightly and explained, "Yes, Arjun. She wasn't born like the rest of us. Her birth is a marvel, a true wonder of the world. The five elements of nature came together to form her, bringing her into existence as a toddler, not an infant. Her birth is unlike any other in history, making her truly one of a kind."
"Who is she?" I mused, now even more intrigued. I'd never seen Yudhishthir speak so highly of anyone before.
"Hasn't she been blessed with a unique boon as well?" Nakul asked, always curious about the supernatural.
"I don't know the details," Yudhishthir replied, "but we can ask Mata about it tomorrow. For now, let's get some rest."
With that, we all climbed into our respective beds. But sleep eluded me. Thoughts of this mysterious princess consumed my mind.
Who are you, princess? I don't even know your name, yet I'm already captivated by you. For years, I've heard songs sung in the princess of Dwarka's praise, yet you remain an enigma to me. I can't help but wonder, what is your true story?
End of POV
As Arjun drifted into sleep, his thoughts were consumed by the mysterious princess. Meanwhile, in Dwarka, a conversation unfolded.
"Bhrata, I heard the Pandavas are our brothers!" Subhadra exclaimed, her curiosity piqued. Krishna, as always, wore a mysterious smile.
"Yes, Ruchi! You'll meet them soon," he replied cryptically.
Subhadra's POV I was eager to learn more about them, particularly the middle Pandava, Arjun. Their fame had spread far and wide, reaching its zenith.
"Bhrata, tell me about them! Have you met them before?" I asked, my voice filled with anticipation. Krishna shook his head gently.
"I haven't met them yet, but I can assure you, they are unbeatable!" he said, his tone laced with admiration.
"The eldest is Yudhishthir, the Dharmaraj. He is the biological son of Dharmaraj himself. Calm like the ocean, he never strays from his Dharma, no matter the circumstance. A formidable spear fighter, he stands as the father figure to all the Pandavas," Krishna began, his voice rich with reverence.
"The second eldest is Vrikodhar Bheem. Son of Vayu, the wind god. He is short-tempered but a master in the art of mace fighting. The bards say that no one has ever been able to defeat him," Krishna continued.
"Not even Dau?" I asked, intrigued.
Krishna laughed softly. "Dau is unbeatable, Krishnaa. No one can defeat your Dau."
I smiled with pride. Yes, my brothers were truly invincible.
"The fourth is Ashwinnaya Nakul. A skilled sword fighter and, according to many, the handsomest of them all," Krishna said, his smile showing a hint of amusement. I wondered why he skipped over the third Pandava.
"The fifth and youngest is Sahdev, the son of Madri. A master of the axe, he's a scholar with great wisdom and the uncanny ability to foresee what will happen," Krishna concluded.
"Truly remarkable! They are all warriors of the highest order," I marveled.
Krishna's eyes sparkled as he added, "And then there's the middle Pandava, Dhananjaya Arjun. Son of Indra, the king of gods. He is the greatest warrior of them all. The bards sing his praises far and wide. A legendary archer who is still learning his archery skills yet praised so much he has not yet and a warrior with unmatched skill."
He seems so attractive, I thought to myself.
"All the Pandavas are under training yet they can defeat every well trained warriors!", he concluded.
"Ruchi, go to sleep now!" Bhrata Kanha gently ordered, and I nodded, heading to my chamber. Panduputra Arjun... Why do I feel such a connection to his name, even though we've never met? He must be a rare person indeed. After all, Bhrata Krishna rarely speaks so highly of anyone other than himself. I can't wait to meet him!
Krishna's POV He is your Shankar-Gauri. Both of you are unaware of your true identities. In this age, Shiv and Sati will unite once more, but not without tremendous trials and hurdles along the way.
Parvati is destined for her Mahadev. I bless you both in your journey ahead. Your meeting will take an unexpected turn, one that will shape your lives forever.
She is so happy now! I saw her smiling at me even though I told her to sleep!
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A single tear slipped down Krishna's cheek as he pondered the fate that awaited his beloved sister.
