Maharaj Drupad was pacing restlessly.
His gaze was fixed on the massive, intricately carved bow displayed at the center of the venue, the Kindhura bow.
This bow was a gift from Lord Shiva; it was imbued with celestial strength, designed with a single purpose in mind-to see his daughter marry Arjuna, the peerless archer among the Pandavas. The boon from Lord Shankara ensured that only Arjuna could wield it successfully.
But Arjuna was presumed dead. So now he needed to change the bow otherwise, his precious daughter's future could be ruined when no one would be able to lift the bow.
As he summoned his chief advisor to discuss the replacement of Kindhura, a familiar figure approached him.
"Maharaj Drupad," Krishna greeted, his voice calm yet carrying a weight that immediately commanded attention.
"Ah, Shri Krishna," Drupad responded, a slight relief in his voice at the sight of his wise ally. "I am glad you are here. I need counsel on a matter of great importance."
Krishna nodded, gesturing towards the bow. "I presume it concerns the Kindhura."
"Yes, you are astute as ever. I fear that holding on to the hope that Arjuna might yet compete is folly. He is gone, and with him, the hopes of a union blessed by Mahadev. I plan to replace Kindhura with a less formidable weapon, to ensure that the Swayamvar does not end in my daughter's dishonor."
"Maharaj Drupad, your fears are understandable. But might I suggest a different perspective? The plans of the divine are often hidden from us mortals. Perhaps there is more to the survival of your initial intent than you reckon."
Drupad sighed in a mixture of frustration and respect.
"Shri Krishna, you speak of faith when I am tasked with the practicality of a kingdom. What if no one can wield Kindhura? What then of Draupadi's swayamvar?"
"Maharaj Drupad, remember who you are and whom you wish to connect with your lineage," Krishna's voice was both soft and firm. "Changing the bow would not only dishonor the boon but also the very essence of the prophecy. Let the swayamvar proceed as planned. Have faith not just in the prophecies, but in the possibilities they entail."
King Drupad looked into Krishna's eyes, searching for the conviction that currently eluded him. Finally, he nodded slowly, the burden of his decision lightened by Krishna's unwavering faith.
"Very well, Shri Krishna. We shall proceed as planned. May Bholenath guide us rightly."
As Krishna bowed slightly in acknowledgment, a subtle smile played upon his lips-a smile of one who knows the turn of the tide even before it occurs.
"The day Draupadi gets married will be the dawn of a new era for the world."
*******
Draupadi paced the room, her movements betraying a nervous energy that even the most elaborate preparations couldn't quite mask.
Devashree gently grasped Draupadi's hand and pulled her to sit beside her on a plush cushion.
"You're pacing like a tiger in a cage, Draupadi," Devashree said with a gentle chuckle, trying to lighten the mood.
Draupadi gave a small, nervous smile.
"I feel more like a deer about to enter a lion's den, Devashree. What if none of the princes can complete the challenge? What if the one who does isn't... isn't right?" Her voice wavered slightly.
"Hey, I've seen the way you handle your court. You're no deer, Draupadi. You've got the heart of that tiger you mentioned." Devashree squeezed her hand reassuringly.
"But what if I don't find someone who understands me, who really sees who I am beyond the princess?"
"You will," Devashree said confidently, her smile infectious. "And you know what? They'll have to be pretty extraordinary to match up to you. This Swayamvar isn't just about finding someone who can string a bow. It's about finding someone who can string together the depths of your heart with theirs."
Draupadi laughed, the sound lightening her spirits. "And what if they can't?"
"Then they don't deserve you," Devashree shrugged playfully. "But seriously, Draupadi, you're not just choosing a husband today. You're choosing a partner on your terms. Trust yourself to know who feels right."
Draupadi's gaze drifted to the window, looking out at the gathering crowd. "And if I make a mistake?"
Devashree followed her gaze, her voice soothing. "Then you learn, and you grow. That's what life's about, right? Making choices, taking chances. And you won't be alone. You've got a whole palace of supporters, and hey, you've got me. I'm not letting you navigate this alone."
This brought a genuine smile to Draupadi's face.
"I'm so glad you're here, Devashree. I don't think I could do this without you."
"Of course, you could," Devashree nudged her playfully. "But it's a lot more fun with me around, right?" Her tone was light, aiming to keep the mood upbeat.
Draupadi nodded, her spirits visibly lifted. "Right. Let's show them what the princess of Panchal is made of."
"That's the spirit!" Devashree exclaimed, standing up and offering her hand to Draupadi
As Draupadi and Devashree made their way to the Swayamvar venue, Krishna approached them
"Draupadi, Devashree," Krishna began, "It seems there's been a little misunderstanding."
Draupadi furrowed her brow in confusion.
"Misunderstanding? What do you mean, Govind?"
Krishna chuckled softly. "Well, my dear, it seems this Swayamvar isn't for you after all."
"Not for me? But... but I've been preparing for weeks! I'm the one who's supposed to choose a husband." Draupadi's heart skipped a beat, her mind racing with possibilities.
Krishna shook his head in dejection.
"It appears that our dear Shree has captured so much attention that some guests are wondering if she might be the one choosing a suitor today!"
Draupadi let out a relieved laugh hearing Krishna's jest.
"Govind, you shouldn't frighten me like that! I almost believed you for a moment."
Devashree rolled her eyes playfully. "Oh, please. Like anyone would mistake me for the bride."
"You'd be surprised, Priye. You're practically glowing " Krishna grinned mischievously.
Draupadi couldn't help but laugh at the banter between Krishna and Devashree. She turned towards her sakha and leaned to whisper. "So, what do you suggest we do,Sakha?"
Krishna's expression turned more conspiratorial as he looked at Draupadi.
"I suggest you stay very, very far away from this woman here, Sakhi. We wouldn't want people getting confused about who the real bride is. And you Priye should stay very close to me during the ceremony, just to make sure everyone knows you're already taken. We wouldn't want any of the princes making a bid for you instead of vying for Draupadi's hand."
"Oh, please, like anyone would mistake me for the bride when they have our beautiful Draupadi here. I think you're just looking for an excuse to keep me close."
"Well, perhaps there's some truth to that. But imagine the chaos if a prince were to approach you by mistake! It's my duty to protect your honor, after all, and what better way than by ensuring you are by my side?"
"Krishna, stop teasing! You know very well that all eyes should be on Draupadi today. And I'm sure no one would dare challenge you for me at a Swayamvar, of all places!"
"Ah, but my dear, you underestimate the allure you hold. I wouldn't put it past some bold prince to try his luck. After all, who wouldn't want to attempt to steal the heart of Dwarkadhish's queen?"
"I think you're enjoying this far too much, Krishna. Besides, just because I didn't have a Swayamvar doesn't mean I'm available for one now!" Devashree rolled her eyes, but her smile was wide and fond.
"Of course not, Priye," Krishna replied with a mock-serious tone. "That's why you must cling to me. We must make it absolutely clear that you are off the market. Who knows? In the confusion, I might just end up participating in the Swayamvar myself to ward off any potential suitors."
Draupadi giggled at their antics.
"Sakha, your antics know no bounds. But I do appreciate your vigilance. It's reassuring to know my Swayamvar is in such capable hands."
Krishna bowed slightly. "Always at your service, Draupadi. But remember, my greatest duty today is to the queen of my heart here," he said, gesturing towards Devashree with a playful wink. "Ensuring she doesn't inadvertently steal your spotlight is a task I take very seriously."
"Oh, the burdens you bear, Swami! How ever do you manage?" Devashree shook her head, feigning exasperation.
"Ah, it's a tough job, but someone has to do it," Krishna replied with a dramatic sigh, causing both Draupadi and Devashree to burst into laughter.
Now thoroughly amused and relieved of her earlier anxieties Draupadi linked arms with both Krishna and Devashree.
"Well then, let us go forth and ensure this Swayamvar remains memorable for the right reasons. With both of you by my side, I'm confident nothing can go awry."
********
The grandeur of the Swayamvar had attracted nobility from every corner of , turning the event into a spectacle of royal splendor.
Maharaj Drupad, with his son Dhristhadyumna by his side, personally received each guest, ensuring that the hospitality of Panchala was evident and felt.
Dhristhadyumna took his place at the center of the arena, his voice booming out as he began to welcome the illustrious guests.
"Princes and Kings of great Bharata," he started, his voice carrying across the crowded space, "welcome to the Swayamvar of my sister, Rajkumari Panchali Draupadi. We are honored by your presence."
He continued, announcing the names of the notable attendees.
"We are graced today by the presence of the valiant sons of Dhritharashtra, including Duryodhana, Dushashana, and their brothers. Accompanied by their friend, Angraj Karna, and Gandharaj Shakuni, they represent the strength of Hastinapura."
The crowd murmured, some with admiration, others with less favorable whispers, as the Kauravas and their allies acknowledged the announcement with nods and curt smiles.
"We are also honored by the presence of warriors like Ashwathama, the resilient son of Drona, from the kingdom of Kashi, we have warriors like Vrushaka and Suvarcha. The mighty Bhoja, Vasu, and Amshuman grace us with their presence.Let us also welcome Chekitana, Jarasandha, Danda, Bhagadatta, and King of Chedi- Shishupal each a formidable force in their own right," Dhristhadyumna continued, his gaze sweeping over the proud faces of the assembled royalty.
"And from Dwarka, the city of gates and splendor, we have Dwarkashish Sri Krishna with Dwarkeshwari Maharani Devashree, Lord Balarama, and the noble Yadus and Vrishnis. Following the wise counsel of Sri Krishna, they have chosen to observe today's challenges as honored guests, not participants."
"Let the Swayamvar begin"
At the heart of the venue, Draupadi occupied the center seat, her regal poise and majestic attire commanding the attention of all present. To her left, Krishna and Devashree shared a seat, exuding a serene confidence that contrasted with the tense excitement of the occasion.
As all the guests got seated, the challenge began.
One by one, many Kings came to the center of the hall and attempted to complete the task. One after another, the aspirants stepped up to the daunting task of stringing the mighty bow-a symbol of might and valor that only the worthiest could master.
"I shall show them what true strength looks like," Shishupala stepped forward with a sneer. His face set, his eyes narrowed, as he approached the bow with a determined stride. The assembly fell silent, the air thick with tension.
Gripping the weapon, Shishupala pulled with all his might. Grasping the bow with a show of strength, Shishupala tried to string it, his muscles bulging under the strain. The string edged closer, the gap shrinking with each pull.
The crowd leaned in, breaths held.
But the bow fought back. With one final, desperate tug, the string snapped back violently, throwing Shishupala off balance.
Shishupala was hurled backward, crashing to the ground with a resounding thud.
As Shishupala struggled to regain his composure and stood up from the ground, his eyes flickered across the assembly, landing on Krishna and Devashree with an expression of deep loathing.
He glared at them. His resentment towards Krishna was longstanding and bitter as his jaw tensed, and his hands clenched into fists at his sides.
Turning slightly, his eyes then fell on Devashree, seated beside Krishna.The calm assurance with which she regarded the only added to his irritation. Her calmness in the face of his visible distress seemed to challenge him silently.
Krishna offered him a slight, enigmatic smile noticing the intensity of Shishupala's stare, one that seemed both a greeting and a challenge. This subtle provocation did little to soothe Shishupala's ruffled spirits as he seated once more.
Next, Duryodhana, stepped forward with a mix of arrogance and determination etched across his features. The assembly watched with bated breath as he approached the bow, his confidence seemingly unshaken by the failures of those before him.
Grasping the bow with a firm grip, Duryodhana's attempt was fierce, fueled by his desire to outshine his rivals and claim Draupadi's hand. He pulled with all his might, muscles straining under the weight of his ambition.
But as the tension of the bow grew, so did the resistance. In a moment that seemed suspended in time, the bow snapped back with violent force.
The backlash was severe-Duryodhana was struck squarely in the face, the impact throwing him off his feet and onto the ground, his face smashing into the dirt of the arena.
The hall erupted in murmurs and laughter as Duryodhana picked himself up, his pride visibly wounded more than his body. With a scowl, he retreated without a word, the humiliation of his failure hanging heavy in the air.
Duryodhan paused at the edge of the assembly, his pride deeply wounded. As he glanced back towards Draupadi, he noticed a slight smile on her face, which only deepened his humiliation and fueled his anger. The mocking smile was like salt in his wounds, and in a desperate attempt to salvage his pride and assert his power, Duryodhana turned to his loyal friend Karna.
"You must compete, Mitra. I know you can do this. Win her for me!" Duryodhan's words were a mix of order and plea, his smirk trying to mask the sting of his own defeat.
Karna nodded solemnly, his face set in a grim line of resolve.
He stepped forward, determined to succeed where Duryodhana had failed, to win the honor not just for himself but for his friend.
But Draupadi rose from her seat, her poise unshaken but her eyes aflame with resolve. The assembly quieted, all eyes turning toward her as she stood regally, her voice resonating clearly through the hall.
"This cannot be," Draupadi declared firmly, her gaze sweeping across the gathered princes and kings, eventually fixing on Karna with a steady intensity.
"The contest is to win my hand for themselves, not for another. I cannot be won as a prize for another man."
Duryodhana clenched his fists in frustration as Karna was forced to take his seat back. He shot a venomous look toward Draupadi, his resentment growing deeper.
As Draupadi settled back into her seat, her gaze briefly met Devashree's, seeking reassurance. The slight nod from Krishna and the warm, supportive smile from Devashree seemed to bolster her spirits. She straightened her back, her posture regal, reassured by their silent endorsement.
Then Krishna caught sight of five Brahmans entering the arena. His face lit up with a knowing smile, a glint of mischief and recognition twinkling in his eyes. He leaned slightly towards Devashree, nudging her gently with his elbow to draw her attention to the newcomers.
"Look, Priye," Krishna whispered, his voice low but filled with excitement. "The groom has arrived"
Devashree turned her gaze towards the entrance, her eyes narrowing slightly as she tried to place the faces of the five Brahmins.
As recognition dawned, a subtle smile played across her lips, mirroring Krishna's amusement. She leaned back, her expression a mix of intrigue and delight.
"Indeed, Swami," she responded, her tone laced with anticipation. "The play unfolds just as you said it would. How curious to see them here, in such disguises."
******
Nakul's eyes scanned the gathering eventually meeting Devashree's gaze. To his utter surprise, she gave him a quick, mischievous wink.
For a moment, Nakul was stunned. His disguise was flawless, or so he had thought-a perfect blend of a humble Brahmin's simple garb, complete with the tranquil demeanor he had practiced in front of the mirror for days. How could his bhabhishree have possibly recognized him?
Had he forgotten to cover up a well-known scar or perhaps his famously unruly lock of hair that not even the best turban could tame? He subtly patted his costume, checking for any signs of royal demeanor peeking through his Brahmin guise.
"Nakul, what are you doing!! This is not the time to have a touch up?" Sahadev whispered .
"Is it so obvious?" Nakul hissed back, his eyes flicking to his brothers, then back to Devashree, whose subtle amusement was now evident even from a distance.
Sahadev shook his head lightly. , barely containing his laughter. "Only to those who know you best, brother. Relax, the others are none the wiser."
Devashree watched with amusement as Nakul adjusted his turban yet again, a clear sign of his unease under her knowing smile. Krishna caught Devashree's eye and shared a private smile.
"It's fascinating, isn't it? How they think a few robes and ashes can hide who they are?"
"Indeed, it's the eyes, Shree. They give away everything."
As they turned back to the assembly,the atmosphere in the hall was charged with tension and disbelief.
Doubt clouded the faces of many, questioning if the Swayamvara would conclude without a victor.
But then a Brahmin stepped forward.
"Bhratashree, may I try my hand at this challenge?" Arjuna asked, his eyes steady. "I believe I can accomplish this task."
Yudhishthira nodded solemnly. "Yes, Arjun, go ahead. Show them the strength of righteousness, even in the guise of a Brahmana."
With Yudhishthira's blessing, Arjuna stood and made his way to the center of the hall, his steps sure and silent. His appearance was that of a simple Brahman, but his posture betrayed the bearing of a seasoned warrior. The crowd's murmurs grew louder, a mix of skepticism and curiosity filling the air.
As Arjuna approached the designated area, Dhrishtadyumna, watched him with a furrowed brow
"May I, a Brahmana, have a chance at this task?" Arjuna asked, addressing Dhrishtadyumna with a respectful bow.
"Yes, you may proceed. This contest is open to all capable of handling the bow, irrespective of their lineage."
The crowd hushed as Arjuna took his position.
With a steady hand, he lifted the massive bow in a swift smooth arc.
With the bow in hand, Arjuna positioned himself, his eyes fixed on the target above-the revolving fish, visible only in the reflection of the water below.
As he aimed upward, his focus absolute, the hall was enveloped in a tense silence, the only sound the creak of the bow as it bent to his will.
Eyes fixed on the target-a fish rotating above him, visible only as a reflection in the water below-Arjun released the arrow.
Then, with a release as smooth as the flow of water, Arjun let the arrow fly. It sailed through the air, its trajectory true and unwavering, striking the revolving fish squarely in the eye.
An uproar of disbelief and awe followed a moment of stunned silence.
The crowd erupted, some cheering, others in shock, as the once skeptical assembly witnessed the impossible made possible by the disguised Arjuna.
They had witnessed something unprecedented-a Brahman not only accepting the challenge but succeeding where all others had failed.
Arjun confidently strode towards Draupadi where she stood gracefully, her eyes shining with admiration and respect for the skill Arjun had just displayed. Her hands delicately held the garland of flowers,as she prepared to bestow it upon the victor.
The crowd watched in rapt attention as Arjuna approached Draupadi. He bowed slightly in honor towards the princess who has chosen him as her husband.
Krishna and Devashree watched them from the sidelines.
"The threads of destiny weave their own tales," Krishna murmured to Devashree, who watched the scene unfold with a blend of joy and intrigue.
"Yes, Swami," Devashree replied, her eyes still fixed on the couple. "And sometimes, those tales begin with the stringing of a bow and the exchange of a garland."
Draupadi, with a gentle and decisive motion, lifted the garland high and placed it around Arjuna's neck.
He looked up into Draupadi's eyes, his own gaze conveying a depth of feeling that words could scarcely capture.
"So, what do they call you?" Draupadi asked as her voice light but clearly curious.
"Uh, Shweta... I mean, Shwetarajata."
Draupadi raised an eyebrow, amusement dancing in her eyes. "Took you a second there. Sure that's your name?"
Arjuna gave a sheepish grin. "Well, what's in a name anyway?" he quipped. "To you, I'll just be Arya, won't I?"
"'Arya', huh? That's a safe answer. Let's hope your heart is as steady as your hands."
"Oh, it is," Arjuna shot back, his confidence returning. "And it's all yours, Princess. Just might take a while to learn all the other names I'm known by."
"Oh, sure Arya, I-,"
A shout from the crowd cut her off midsentence.
"This is preposterous!" Shalya exclaimed, his voice echoing across the hall. "How can a mere Brahmin be deemed worthy of Princess Draupadi? This Swayamvar is meant for warriors and kings!"
"Indeed, how can we accept a Brahmin, whose lineage and prowess in battle are unknown, to take away a princess of Panchala? This is an insult to every Kshatriya present here!"
"This cannot stand! We cannot let a Brahmin walk away with the prize that rightfully belongs to warriors of noble blood!"
The displeased royals converged on the Brahmin and his disguised brothers. their pride wounded by a Brahmin's victory,
Metal clanged against metal as swords were unsheathed, the sound echoing ominously through the hall. The atmosphere, thick with hostility, turned the Swayamvar into a battleground.
Warriors moved swiftly, their armor gleaming under the torchlight, as they approached the Pandavas with menacing intent.
Amid this chaos, a more sinister movement went unnoticed by most.
Shishupal, his eyes fixed on Devashree, seized the moment of distraction to advance towards her.
Shishupala watched as Devashree and Krishna shared a moment of quiet triumph. His eyes were burning with the fire of revenge. As the crowd's attention remained fixed on the center of the hall, celebrating the resolve of the earlier chaos, Shishupala silently edged closer to where Devashree stood.
He had never forgiven Devashree or Krishna for his past humiliations, particularly the defeat he suffered when he had brazenly attacked Dwarka. That loss had been a bitter pill to swallow, compounded now by the sight of her, serene and untroubled, at Krishna's side.
He moved stealthily, his movements cloaked by the commotion, drawing a hidden dagger as he approached Devashree from behind.
Just as Shishupal lunged forward, weapon drawn and aimed at Devashree, Krishna reacted with supernatural speed.
With a swift movement, he intercepted Shishupal, grabbing his wrist and twisting it until the dagger clattered harmlessly to the floor.
Krishna's eyes blazed with a quiet fury as he held Shishupala's gaze, his grip iron-tight around the would-be attacker's wrist.
"Shishupal," Krishna's voice was a low rumble, almost a growl. "Your quarrel has always been misguided. Targeting her will not redeem your honor. If it is a challenge you seek, stand against me openly, not through cowardly acts."
"Let go, Gwale! I will not endure this shame," he hissed, venom dripping from each word.
Krishna's expression hardened "Shame is what you bring upon yourself by attacking the innocent. Look around you, Shishupala. See how you stand alone in your malice."
Around them, the crowd had begun to take notice, their whispers growing into a chorus of disapproval. The collective gaze of the assembly bore down on Shishupala, their eyes reflecting a mixture of shock and condemnation.
With a final, forceful twist, Krishna released Shishupala's wrist. The defeated King staggered back, rubbing his wrist, the pain a stark reminder of his failure and the public disgrace he had just endured.
"Leave this place, Shishupal. Return to your kingdom and reflect on your actions. Remember, the path of vengeance leads only to further destruction. You are fortunate this time; my response is mercy, not wrath."
Krishna pushed him back into the arms of two guards. "Take him away. Ensure he does not disrupt this occasion further," he commanded.
"Gwale, this is not over," Shishupal hissed, his voice low but carrying a venomous promise. "The day will come when you will regret standing in my way."
With a disdainful snort, Shishupal turned and retreated, his eyes still burning with hatred but his sense of survival urging caution.
Krishna turned back to Devashree, his gaze softening. "Are you alright?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern.
Devashree nodded, her hand reaching out to squeeze Krishna's arm reassuringly. "I am now, thanks to you. But we must help Arjun and the others. This madness must end before it claims lives."
Together, they turned their attention back to the fray, where Arjun, Bhima, and their brothers were skillfully defending themselves,
With a swift, graceful motion, Krishna stepped forward, placing himself between the clashing factions and the Pandavas, who were standing their ground amid the turmoil.
"Honored Kings and Princes of Aryavarta," Krishna declared, projecting his voice to reach every corner of the great hall. "Today, we have all borne witness to the proceedings of this Swayamvar. The contest was held in accordance with the ancient traditions of our land, and the rules set forth were adhered to by all."
He paused, ensuring his gaze met those of the most aggrieved among the crowd, his stance resolute and peaceable.
"The challenge was open to all, and it was met fairly and won by a worthy competitor. The Princess has made her choice, as is her right under the laws that govern such rites. It is now our duty, as upholders of dharma, to respect and honor that choice, not to dispute it with baseless claims and unrest."
The kings and princes, despite their initial reluctance and bruised egos, could not ignore Krishna's counsel. One by one, they began to rise from their seats, their movements slow and somewhat reluctant, yet acknowledging the futility of opposing the outcome of the Swayamvar.
*******
As the guests began to trickle out of the venue, the tension that had gripped the hall slowly dissipated.
The Pandavas, along with Devashree, made their way out, a sense of relief visible in their demeanor after the intense and unpredictable events of the Swayamvar
After ensuring that the last of the guests had departed and peace was restored, Krishna turned to Devashree. She was speaking with a few remaining attendees, her grace and diplomacy as evident as ever.
As she finished her conversations, Krishna approached her, his expression a mix of fondness and urgency.
"Shree," he began, his tone gentle yet firm, catching her attention immediately. "We too are needed elsewhere. Let's go."
Devashree looked up at him, her eyes reflecting a mix of curiosity and readiness. She nodded, understanding the weight of his words. "Of course, Swami."
As Krishna and Devashree entered the humble home of the Pandavas, a heavy silence hung in the air, broken only by the soft, sorrowful sobs of Draupadi.
Krishna moved gracefully towards Draupadi.
She was secluded in a dimly lit corner of the room, her posture one of desolation as she wept, her hands covering her face as if to shield herself from the reality that had unfolded so unexpectedly.
As he approached, his footsteps quiet and respectful, Draupadi became aware of his presence. She looked up slowly, her eyes brimming with tears, her expression one of utter vulnerability.
"Sakha," she managed to whisper, her voice cracking under the weight of her emotions.
"Draupadi," Krishna replied, his voice soft but filled with a firm reassurance. He knelt beside her, offering a comforting presence.
"This is indeed a challenging turn of events, but remember, nothing happens without a deeper purpose in the grand design of life."
Draupadi tried to compose herself, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. "But how can I accept this, Govind? Shared among five? What will people say? How will I face the world, my dignity..."
"Draupadi, sometimes destiny presents us with trials not to break us, but to show us our strengths. You are not alone in this."
"But Govind, five husbands? How can I... how can this be my fate?" she whispered, the reality of the situation settling in.
"Draupadi, in the tapestry of destiny, each thread has its purpose, though its pattern may not be clear to us at the moment. You are bound by a rare fate, but within you lies the strength to rise above these trials. You are not merely sharing your life; you are the binding force that will unite and strengthen them."
"But Govind how...-"
Devashree gently interrupted her, "Draupadi, your worth is not defined by the words of the world but by the strength of your character. You are not just anyone but a person of profound integrity and strength, your courage and your heart will guide you through. The love and respect you command will be the basis of the complexities of this arrangement. Trust in your inner strength, and in those who stand beside you now. This unique destiny of yours may seem daunting now, but it is your path to greatness."
Krishna nodded in agreement. "Each brother brings a different strength to your life, and together, they will be a formidable shield around you."
Draupadi listened the steady presence of Krishna and the reassuring words of Devashree helping to steady her shaken spirit.
A slow, resolute breath escaped her as she began to compose herself, drawing from the well of courage that both Krishna and Devashree reminded her she possessed.
Krishna stood, extending his hand to her. "Come, Draupadi. Stand as a queen in your own right, one who will lead with wisdom and grace."
Draupadi took his hand, rising slowly, her resolve firming.
The path ahead would be one of unprecedented challenges, but with the support of Krishna and the loyalty of her new family, she felt the first stirrings of hope.
"Thank you, Govind, for your faith in me. And thank you, Devashree, for your sisterly guidance. With such support, perhaps I can indeed forge a path worthy of the tales yet to be told."
Krishna offered her a warm, encouraging smile. "You are not alone, Draupadi. We are all with you. And remember, sometimes it is the most unusual paths that lead to the most remarkable destinations."
"I never imagined my words would bring such a trial upon us. I was thoughtless, and now my children and Draupadi must bear the cost." Kunti said as she watched the trio.
"Mata, we are together in this, all of us. Draupadi is our responsibility now, and we shall ensure she is honored and loved as she deserves, no less than any queen." Arjuna spoke up, his voice firm yet supportive.
"Yes, Mata. We five have faced many adversities together. This will be no different. Draupadi will be our queen, and we will be her strength." Bheem added with a reassuring rumble,
"It is our duty now to uphold not just the words of our mata but to ensure Draupadi's dignity is intact. We shall find a way forward that honors her and the bond she has with each of us." Dharmraj added.
As they gathered closer, forming a circle around Draupadi and Kunti, the sense of family-however challenged-remained intact. They understood that the journey ahead would be fraught with difficulties, but with unity and wise hearts, they could navigate any storm.
******
"How can this be acceptable?!" Drupad thundered, his voice echoing through the grand halls of the palace. "How can my daughter, a princess, be subjected to such a fate? This is unheard of and utterly disgraceful!"
As the king raged, the sage Vyasa entered the room, his presence commanding silence with its calm authority. All present turned to him, including Drupad, who struggled to contain his fury.
"King Drupad," Vyasa began, his voice steady and imbued with wisdom, "there is much in this turn of events that is guided by destiny more profound than we can see with mortal eyes. Draupadi was a woman without a husband, so she prayed to Shiva in her past life. "
Vyasa touched Drupad on his forehead and showed him Draupadi's past.
"Give me a husband who always tells the truth," she had said. "Give me a husband who is powerful and strong. A skilled and fearless husband. A handsome husband. A wise husband."
Mahadev then appeared. "I will grant your prayer," he said, "but you will have five husbands, not one. There is no way that one husband alone could have all the qualities that you desire. God has all those qualities, but you will not find them in one man alone. Because such man can lead to heavy destruction."
Acceptance slowly replaced Drupad's despair as he understood the grandeur of his daughter's fate-to be the wife of the five Pandavas, the Indras among men.
Thus, Draupadi married the Pandavas in a ceremony that, while unconventional, was marked by a profound sense of destiny and divine approval. Each brother, from Yudhishthira to Sahadeva, solemnly took Draupadi's hand, vowing to honor and protect her with all the strength and wisdom they possessed. The rituals were completed with all due solemnity, in the presence of sages, gods, and men, all acknowledging the extraordinary nature of this union.
As these events unfolded, messengers hurried to Hastinapura with the news, stirring a hornet's nest. In the gloomy halls of Hastinapura, King Dhritarashtra and his son Duryodhana received the news with a mix of shock and outrage.
"Duryodhana, the Pandavas live, and now they are allied with Drupad through marriage. This changes everything," Dhritarashtra murmured, his voice tinged with worry.
"Not only do they live, Pitashree, but they grow stronger. They now have the support of Panchala. This alliance could threaten our rule."
"Drupada has never forgiven Drona for making him divide his kingdom," Dhritarashtra said, "and now my nephews have become his sons-in-law."
"This is indeed a dangerous alliance," Drona observed. "Drupada's own son Dhrishtadyumna is a formidable warrior."
But Bhishma urged Dhritarashtra to make peace with his nephews. " Let Vidura go congratulate them on their marriage and invite them back home to Hastinapura."
"Yes," King Dhritarashtra decided at last. "It is time for the Pandavas to come home."
******
Devashree and Krishna journeyed back to Dwarka, the gentle sway of their chariot was accompanied by the soft clatter of horse hooves against the dusty road. Both were lost in thoughts of the recent events and the profound changes they had witnessed.
Suddenly, the rhythm of their quiet contemplation was interrupted by a swift messenger who approached their chariot.
He handed a sealed scroll to Devashree, bowing respectfully before stepping back and leaving.
Curiosity and anticipation flickered across Devashree's face as she broke the seal and unfurled the parchment.
As she read the message, her eyes widened with joy, and a radiant smile spread across her face.
Without a moment's hesitation, she turned to Krishna, her expression alight with excitement, and threw her arms around him in a spontaneous embrace. She planted joyful kisses on his cheek, her laughter echoing around them.
Krishna, taken aback by her sudden burst of happiness, wrapped his arms around her, a gentle chuckle escaping him.
"What is it, Priye? What has brought such joy to you?"
"Revati jiji has given birth to a boy, Kakashree Krishna!" Devashree exclaimed, her voice bubbling with elation. "We're uncle and aunt now! Isn't it wonderful?"
Krishna's face lit up with a warm smile at the news. "That is indeed wonderful, Shree! A new member in our family. I am so happy for Revati jiji and Dau."
"But," Devashree continued, her smile dimming slightly as she remembered the rest of the message, "we will have to wait a little longer to meet him. Revati jiji is currently at her mother's place, recovering and celebrating the new arrival."
"Of course, we must give them their time. The arrival of a new child is a joyous but delicate time. We will meet them as soon as they return to Dwarka."
Devashree leaned back into her seat, her eyes sparkling with unshed tears of joy.
"I can't wait to see the little one. I'm already imagining how cute he must be!"
"And knowing Revati Bhabhi, he will be raised with the best of care and love. Plus, with dau as his father, he's bound to be strong and brave," Krishna added, his tone proud and affectionate.
As the chariot rolled smoothly towards Dwarka, Krishna watched Devashree with a fond smile, enchanted by her unbridled joy and the animated way she spoke. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, and her hands moved expressively, painting vivid images in the air as she planned out their visit.
"Imagine, Swami," Devashree gushed, her voice bubbling with enthusiasm, "we'll teach him to walk, to speak... oh, and the stories we'll tell him! Stories of valor and wisdom, just like the ones you tell at court."
Krishna nodded, his smile deepening at her infectious energy. "And perhaps some mischievous tales as well, to ensure he inherits a bit of our playfulness," he added, winking at her.
"Of course, how could I forget the mischievous tales? You're quite the expert at those, aren't you, Shyam?"
Krishna continued to watch her, his heart swelling with love and admiration for the woman beside him, whose spirit and love filled his world with light.
In the soft swaying of the chariot, as the landscape whisked by, Devashree's excitement gradually gave way to the gentle pull of sleep. Her head nestled against Krishna's shoulder, her breaths deepening as she drifted off into a peaceful slumber.
Krishna looked down at her, a tender smile playing on his lips. He adjusted the light blanket around her, ensuring she was comfortable.
With a soft sigh, Krishna gently brushed a stray lock of hair from Devashree's face as he whispered a quiet prayer for their continued happiness and for the health of their new family member, the newest joy in their lives.
********
A/n
Did you like the chapter?
So you see what happened in the Swayamvar between Karn and Draupadi? In reality, Karn had failed to hit the arrow at the fish. Draupadi never insulted Karn as shown in the serials. In fact they don't have a single conversation in the entire epic!
This is why I don't like Karn! Because he had absolutely no reason to hate Draupadi other than the fact that she was the wife of his rival. And he had the sheer shamelessness to call Draupadi a wh*re and say she didn't deserve to have clothes in the dyut sabha!!
Why do some people like him so much? Just because he is a great warrior? Anyway, I can never forgive him for what he said!
But people may have different opinions. This is what fanfictions are for, right? To explore characters and stories we love.
Do tell me what you think about this.