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krishna-sangini · 8 months

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Living The Vrindavan Dream

(Warning: Very long post)

This is the post describing my trip to Braj Dham <3

Day 1:

We reached Vrindavan at around 3 p.m. Had prasad and then after resting for a while, we left for the Banke Bihari Temple.

Tbh, my experience in Banke Bihari wasn't very good. Not because of the temple itself, obviously, but because of the people. Rushing in like literal animals! Like, yeah I understand y'all are excited to see the lil Manmohana there, BUT SO ARE WE! Anyyyyway, we did catch a good glimpse of Him there sooooo 🫠❤️🥹❤️

Anyyyyway, we then went to the Sneh Bihari Temple. It was way less crowded and people were civilised. Soooo yeah, that's where I broke down. Like, my Keshav looked so freaking beautiful there, I just couldn't bring myself to dam my tears. It was simply ethereal...✨

He just looked so freaking beautiful and I felt like I had transcended all limits of the world...💫

And guess whaaat? The pandit of the temple called me near him AND GAVE ME A BEAUTIFUL GARLAND FROM KESHAV! IT WAS LIKE THE BEST MOMENT OF MY LIFE; I HAVEN'T BEEN HAPPIER FR FR!!! OUUUUFFFF KESHAV I LOVE YOU TOOOO!

We then visited the Ashta Sakhi Temple, Radha Ballabh Temple and the Keshav Mahadeveswar Temple. The serenity there is to die for. Like, why not? It's our Kanha's place after all!

Day 2:

JANMASTHAMI DAAAAY!!!!!!! THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE? HELL YEAH!

Soooo, I wore this beautiful ghaghra for my Keshav's bday celebrations.

But ek haadsa hogaya. Four monkeys legit jumped on me to snatch my beautiful latkans. One of them even managed to rip one of the latkans off my ghaghra🥲. One grabbed my ghaghra, and the rest three grabbed my chunari. But Kanha saved another me from a full-on Vastra Haran sooo yeah. I just got a few scratches.

Anyyyway, first, we went to Seva Kunj Temple. There, I did my Keshav's abhishek!!!!!! I've never felt happier, fr fr; I almost cried. He looked so freaking cute like aaaaahhhh!

From there, we went to the Radha Raman Temple. Again, it was crowded to the point that breathing became laborious. Couldn't catch a proper glimpse of Keshav there 🥲

Next, we went to Radha Damodar Temple. This place was great. Crowded, but organised. Plus, they had an almost empty bhajan hall. There, we could sit peacefully and I could get lost in my Keshav's thoughts...😌

From there, we went to the Meera Bai Temple. There was a super beautiful cow sitting in front of the idol. It felt as if the Murlidhar himself was petting her gently as she sat there calmly with her eyes closed. <3

We then visited the Govindji Temple. That place is so freaking beautiful! Like, you can feel the walls echoing the name of the darling of Vrindavan; it was simply blissful.

After that, we went back to our guest house to rest. In the evening, we went back to Seva Kunj for the Janmashtami celebrations.

IT. WAS. THE. HAPPIEST. I. HAVE. EVER. BEEN. IN. MY. WHOLE. ENTIRE. LIFE

Firstly, we had a beautiful pravachan by a Maharaj Ji. He basically talked about the birth of Krishna.

So, it's a lesser-known fact that Yashoda maiyya actually gave birth to twins, Yogmaya and Vrindavan Krishna. So, when Vasudev brought in Devaki's Krishna, both the Kanhas became one. And when Krishna and Balram were leaving with Akrur ji, the Vrindavan Krishna stayed back in Vrindavan. So, he technically never left. AND THAT'S WHY VRINDAVAN'S AIR REEKS OF LOVE AND DIVINE BLISS TO DATE!

Anyway, the Maharaj ji said so many other sweet things about us Krishna lovers. He was like, "We all sitting here for our Krishna; do you know in what roop y'all are sitting here? We're basically gopis here."

And I was like, "YES, YOU SAID IT! YOU SAID IT!!!!" It made me so happy for real!!!!!

Sooo, after the pravachan, there was kirtan. And each one of us, men and women likewise, danced our hearts out for our Kanha. It was so blissful, y'all. Dancing without a care in the world with complete strangers tied to each other with a single thread of love for our one and only Keshav; it was one of the rare times when I've felt truly joyous... 💫

At midnight, we all welcomed our Kanha by doing mandir parikrama. After the festivities were over, we had prasad after thanking Krishna for being with us always <3

Thus ended the best day of my life...🌺

Day 3:

The Janmashtami hangover was still there when we got ready for Seva Kunj again. We did kirtan there again before having prasad. Then in the evening, we left for ISKCON.

Now, I don't have any words to describe how freaking beautiful and ethereal our sakha looked there! Like, he looks so perfect that you can't help but tear up...✨ His beautiful lotus eyes legit glimmer at you overflowing with love. There's nothing more peaceful than just staring at his face there for real. Everything in ISKCON was so freaking beautiful; simple exquisite. All the lovely mural paintings, the mesmerising idols, the gorgeous architecture; I could spend the rest of my life there without any regrets.

Moving on, we left ISKCON for Prem Mandir.

F. I. N. A. L. L. Y

And there, I legit became oblivious to my surroundings. Like, my friend legit had to guide me through cuz I was in a trance-like state. The freaking delightful and charming statues showing different phases of my Keshav's life looked as if they were speaking to me. The lovely statues of Radha Rani with her Kanha were just so so so pretty! The temple interior gave heaven vibes for real. Like, I just don't have the words to describe how happy and tranquil I felt in there despite the crowd... ❤️ I completely lost my heart and soul to the Makhan Chor that day...💫 Did that quite happily, I'm telling ya.

Thus ended another glorious day.

Day 4:

The day I've probably been the most heartbroken, cuz that's the day we left Vrindavan.

But not before visiting Nidhi Van. Y'all, if anyone ever tells me Krishna is mythology, I'm cutting their throats off without batting an eyelash. Like, you literally FEEL Kanha walking beside you and caressing your arms lovingly as you walk through Nidhi Van! The trees there, gracefully twisted and intertwined with each other, are a living testimony of our Kanha's raas with his Radhe and sakhis... ✨ It was just so soothing to feel His presence right next to you there!!!! I'm just repeating the same thing again and again, cuz that's basically what you live there in the land of Keshav 🥹❤️

Anyway, melancholy struck immediately after we left Nidhi Van cuz yeah, we left Vrindavan... Yeah... It was heartbreaking. Like, yeah, He is with me always, every day, every second. But I LEFT VRINDAVAN, YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN, RIGHT!? Also, it was raining cats and dogs when we left. Call me over-dramatic, but I'm just gonna assume that it was my Keshav's bittersweet way of sending me off.

Anyway, we left for Radha Kund where we stayed at a मठ. In the evening, we went to see Radha Kund and Shyam Kund. Again, I felt His mischievous blissful presence pulling my leg right there <3 I felt my sakha lingering beside me, smiling at me with all His love. And I have no idea what overcame me, but I started singing 'Natnagar ki hai Saari Leela' aloud. Like, I hope no one minded that. But at the moment, my mind couldn't think of anything or anyone else but my Manmohana for real.

And yet another day in Braj passed by.

Day 5:

Our last day in Braj. We went to Barsana!!! We visited the Radha Rani Temple, of our very own Madanmohini... ❤️ The temple is so beautiful, y'all. Architecturally, aesthetically, and spiritually; it's simply perfect! And our Radha Rani, oufff! Unke baare me kya hi kahun? She's ever gorgeous, beautiful, dazzling, and whatnot! 🤩 And we both laughed about how Kanha is such a simp for her soooo, yeah!

The rest of the day, it simply rained. So we couldn't do much. But yeah, I listened to songs thinking about the past couple of days I spent with my Keshav himself... 💫

And yeah, the next day we left Braj... No further elaboration.

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My Vrindavan trip in short

I MISS THAT PLACE SO MUCH ASDFGHJKL!

P.S. I called up my bestie @pragyan05 and made her ugly cry by telling her about my Vrindavan trip 😌 I mean, why should I suffer alone.

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ramayantika · 17 days

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Draupadi (Goddesses, Rishikas & Women)

A/N: Well i did want to share it here first because this will be a part of the published version but anyway this will be under editing later on so why not share it with you all

“Sakhi? Panchali, wake up.” I feel a gentle hand caress my hair. The touch is as soft as the lotus petals I used to wear around my neck. The fragrance of sandalwood and tulsi leaves fills my nostrils, and I forget about my aching, bloody wounds for a brief moment.

My eyes open slowly. It feels exhausting to even lift my eyelids, but I do. The voice calling out to me resembles my Krishna’s, my best friend, and my truest companion. And amidst the snow-capped mountains of the majestic Himalayas and the dried rocky pathways, I wake up to the beautiful smiling face of my friend.

Dwarkadheesh Vasudev Shri Krishna. He goes by many names. He will gladly accept any name as long as you bestow it with love and affection. My sakha has never been hungry for riches and power, but love is what ties him to everyone, even though he is the invincible Vishnu.

I raise my hand towards him. My vision blurs, but I can make out the angry bruises on my wrist. Krishna gently clasps my hand, his touch feather-light, and maybe that touch alone could heal all my wounds—physical, mental, and spiritual. Mustering all my remaining strength, I sit up on the rocky surface, overlooking the white mountain range. The sun behind me casts its golden rays on Govinda’s face, illuminating his handsome dark features, while the blue peacock feather glimmers as if dusted with gold specks.

Something wet touches my dusty feet, and I move my eyes down. To my horror, I see blood—Krishna’s blood—flowing like a river around my foot. I panic and look up at his face, only to see him smiling as if we are seated in the shallow waters of Yamuna in the summer.

Without thinking, my hands find the ends of my torn and tattered saree, so I may dress his wound when Govinda holds my wrist. Looking up, I see him shake his head, saying, “Do not land me in debt, Sakhi." I am to depart soon.”

The dark blood pooling around my feet swirls along the circular, ring-like pattern on the rocks. “Govinda, you are bleeding so much. Let me dress your wound for one last time. You have helped me so much in my lifetime, Sakha. Consider this a thank you.”

My friend does not let go of my hand. I see a few tears shining in his beautiful lotus-like eyes. “And you bleed too, Sakhi. You haven’t seen your own wounds, and you are on your way to treat mine.”

I look down to the ground at the dark blood staining my clothes. “It was and is my destiny to bleed, Govinda.”

“No more, Panchali. You shall rest.” Krishna wistfully looks ahead, his eyes watching the high peaks of the Himalayas, where the last rays of the sun now shine.

I asked him a question. “Do you see my husband?”

“Did they see you fall to the ground, Draupadi?”

I go, mom. A cool gust of wind slaps my face; the cold air brushing through my skin pains my wounds even more, but I am too tired to groan and grimace at it.

Both of us go quiet. The dried blood on my skin, combined with dust and gravel, makes my skin look ashy. There was a time when I used to bathe with rosewater and fragrant oils. Even in all my years of exile, I would always find a clean pond or a lake to bathe in. I wonder how I look.

Draupadi of Panchal, the queen of Indraprastha, was once the most beautiful woman in Aryavarta. My beauty created ballads, and princes and kings from faraway lands sought my hand in marriage. The maiden with midnight hair who smells like the fragrant blue lotus, whose curvy limbs delight and enchant the eyes, is now nothing but a woman with tangled hair and ashy skin adorned with dust, pebbles, blood, and grime.

I am the blue lotus covered in mud.

“So, is this how it ends?” I ask Krishna, my voice timid and slow.

Moving his eyes from the sun, he glances at my face. His eyebrows arched like a bow as he said, “An end? Sakhi, this is the beginning.”

I am not as wise and enlightened as the man sitting right across from me. But I am aware of his words and their meaning. I fold my legs and bring my knees to my chest. Resting my dry cheek on my knee, I reply, “Govinda, I am aware of the beginning. This is the beginning of Kaliyuga, the period of great advancements for human civilisation and also the darkest for human morals and principles.” I pause. I place my palm over my chest and take deep breaths. The wisps of air remind me of the final breaths I have before I fall to eternal sleep.

I will die speaking. Maybe the word is questioning.

“Is this how my story ends? The woman born from fire will merge with dust.”

“All our stories end the same way, Draupadi. We will turn to ash and merge with the earth. This is the destiny of our body.”

The fire of life still burns, though the flame is tiny. “That’s philosophy. I know the historians, scribes, and poets have already begun writing stories and poems about us and the war. What will they write about me? About Draupadi?

When alive, this Draupadi was blamed for the war. My humiliation was a sacrifice, so the grand tale may play out and the balance of virtue and sin may remain steady. They will write about my valiant husbands and their forefathers, of the mighty Kauravas, of the faithful Gandhari, and of the single mother Kunti, who lovingly raised the sons of her co-queen too. But Draupadi—she is the beauteous woman that shall cause destruction—for beauty is sought by everyone, and everyone yearns and lusts for beauty.

And it is a secret pleasure for beauty to be a tragedy. A beautiful bloom must bloom alone in the deep, wild forest. A beautiful golden deer must be shot. A beautiful woman must be abducted, and in some unlucky times, her modesty must be outraged. This is what Draupadi’s tale has been. A beautiful woman born from fire burned and bled thoroughly only to die pitifully and have the world remember me as the queen whose modesty was outraged in front of a full court. That’s how they remember me, don’t they, Govinda?

They keep writing poems about how the helpless daughter of fire sang and cried, her arms outstretched to the skies for her sakha to save her. They perform to loud drums and ominous beats to show how I was close to nakedness amidst hundreds of men and sing songs of bravado, so the Draupadi on stage shall pledge to bathe her hair in blood.

Draupadi, the woman, was wronged. Panchali, the enchanting beauty, will pave the way for destruction. Yajnaseni, the woman born from fire, is destined to burn throughout her tale. Panchami is the chaste wife of five husbands. Ah! Such an irony.”

I feel my eyes sting with unshed tears as the dark moon-like face of Krishna blurs in front of me. I add, “Perhaps Krishnaa is my true name, my true identity. The dark maiden is radiating purity and honour, but even that is an irony. Purity and honour are foreign concepts to me.”

And for the first time in my life, I interrupted Govinda. “No, you shall not console me. I have been the daughter, princess, sister, queen, and mother. I have lived through the same ending every time. I know what the world thinks of me and what the next generation thinks of me. Today, I let go of every name and every relationship. You are to depart Bhuloka, and so do I, so I, with great pain, let go of my true name, Krishnaa.” My trembling fingers trace the brown dust on the rocks. “I have never asked you for a gift, Govinda. Can I ask you one now?”

I see Krishna wipe something from his face, but my blurry vision fails to observe if it is dust or tears. I hear a crack in his voice as he nods.

Channelling all the remaining life force flowing through my veins, I breathe for one last time. I can feel the burn in my chest, but before I am to go to the world after this, if at all it exists, I must burn off every tie with this tale, of this flesh, of this blue lotus-complexioned Draupadi.

“May they remember me as a glorious queen, as an ambitious princess, as a gentle daughter, as a faithful wife, and as a loving mother. A few blemishes on the moon do not rob it of its beauty, and I am the daughter of fire. Fire provides warmth to those it loves and lights the path for seekers. Fire has guarded my life; let that not be full of revenge and vengeance in someone’s pages. May someone see this Draupadi as a woman, a simple woman at times, and not as the harbinger of war. My story must not be limited to tragedy, Vasudev. I have found moments of bliss, love, and happiness too. May that adorn the pages of my life’s story too. I don’t want to burn and bleed anymore. I have had it enough. I am tired. I want the fire inside me to grant warmth, not revenge and wounds. I-”

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Vasudev Shri Krishna, the mastermind behind the golden city of Dwaraka and sometimes considered the mastermind behind the war, watches the dead body of his sakhi on the harsh, rocky bed. His bleeding foot has coloured the ends of her pristine white saree in deep red.

Draupadi’s body has turned cold. The wounds on her head and limbs have dried. The last of her tears have left wet trails on her cheeks, and Krishna gently closes Draupadi’s dark eyes.

“Death was the only peace she needed,” Vasudev says to himself, covering her body with his yellow shawl as harsh, cold winds start blowing around them.

He wonders if the red stains on her feet are blood or her favourite red dye that she applies every day to her hands and feet. The sun has set at last. The valiant Pandavas have departed for heaven, though only Yudhishthir will reach heaven in his body. The others must have fallen somewhere around the mountains, Krishna thinks as he stands up, his head reeling a little due to the blood loss.

It’s serene and quiet here. The mountains have been a silent witness to history. The sky is lit up with dazzling stars, and the golden-white moon looks like an enchanted glittery veil of Draupadi. Admiring the ethereal vast skies surrounding the majestic mountains, Krishna spares one last glance towards a sleeping Draupadi, whispering his last words to her, unheard by everyone.

“I know what you wanted to say before your soul flew out of your body, dear Sakhi. Your story shall not be limited to the incident at the court. There will be at least one person who will not only see you as the woman wronged. Someone will write more stories and poems about your mind, intelligence, and strength than about your matchless beauty. Oh, daughter of Drupad, you will be seen as the woman you are, as Krishnaa, your truest name. With this, I bid you farewell once again before we meet at another Mahabharata. Sleep, my dear Sakhi.”

The twinkling stars, the shining moon, and the chilling winds of the Himalayas have been the listeners to Krishna’s last words for his friend. They watch him descend the mountains, his lovely feet leaving red trails in the snow.

Draupadi sleeps peacefully under the stars, just as she used to sleep during all those years of exile in the forests.

There will be another Mahabharat. That is destiny—unchangeable. Wars and bloodshed are bound to happen, and every time, a Draupadi will arise from fiery, vengeful flames. She has to bleed and burn. She has to pave a path for righteousness to prevail. Great deeds demand sacrifices, and sacrifices demand pain.

But this time, Draupadi will be remembered as a glorious queen, as an intelligent princess, as a woman who grew wise with years, as the woman who learned to control the flames of her life and destiny.

I pay homage to you, Yajnaseni. As long as this world remains, may your strength be celebrated, may every woman be honoured, and may your flames never die out.

--xxx--

This piece was inspired from Yajnaseni written by Pratibha Ray (highly suggested to read this book by her. I loved it more than the palace of illusions)

TBH I have no idea how and why i ended up writing this, but maybe this was krishna's doing and draupadi's wish. I was chilling around until one moment I remembered Draupadi and thoughts spiralled, Krishna came up, my kindle version of Yajnaseni stared at my face, and so here's the result.

Thank you for reading. I would love to hear your views which will help me edit (and also motivate me to edit the book for publishing hehe)

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#samridhi writes #stories #my works #goddesses rishikas & women #draupadi

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shivohamyoga · 1 year

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vgpawar · 2 years

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Krishna Episode 4 - Birth of first son of Vasudeva - Devaki and Vasudeva going to deliver the child to kansa

Krishna Episode 4 – Birth of first son of Vasudeva – Devaki and Vasudeva going to deliver the child to kansa

Sage Narada talking to kansa on birth of first son of vasudev devaki After saving Devaki from the wrath of Kansa, Vasudevji returned to his home. Devaki was a very devoted wife. All the gods used to reside in her body. Goddess like Devaki started living with Vasudev Ji with dignity. At the right time, she got pregnant. At the end of the tenth month, she gave birth to an excellent son. All the…

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#Episode 4 #first son of vasudev and devaki #Krishna Avatar #Krishna Incarnation

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stxrrynxghts · 6 months

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Facts about Subhadra

Subhadra is one of my favorite characters of the Mahabharata. I have a somewhat different perception of her personality than most ppl do, but that is kind of fine. So, I am here to share some facts about our Yadava princess :D

According to Bhagavat Purana, Subhadra has 45 LIVING elder brothers. Vasudev apparently had more sons apart from Balarama and Krishna.

She is also said to have a full blooded elder sister, named Tara.

Subhadra is 19 years younger than Krishna is, according to Bhagvata Puran

So she is probably 20-21 years younger than Balarama, and 18 and a half year younger than Arjun

The Northern and Southern recension of the Mahabharata have somewhat different versions of her love story with Arjun. The northern version shows him abducting her, and in the southern one, their love story is very much elaborated.

However, in both, her consent is there, in the Northern one, she doesn't say anything while abducted, but is actually smiling when she returns, so she is most likely happy

And we all know, she and Draupadi had a lovely relationship together #sisgoals

Subhadra is directly related to Nakul's wife, Karenumati, as Karenumati's grandmother and Subhadra's father are siblings.

Speaking of grandmothers, Subhadra's grandma is Marisha, a descendant of Vasuki, through whom Subhadra's descendants have Naga blood.

Subhadra's marriage paves the way for the full blown Yadava-Pandava friendship imagine the Yadavas and their 50,000 relatives spending summer in Indraprastha

Since Subhadra is so young compared to her brothers, her sisters-in-law must have been very present in her childhood. why am I imagining baby Bhadra sitting in Balarama's lap during his wedding

Subhadra is mostly known for sleeping during the chakravyuha thing, but it is mostly folklore i.e. not present in any authentic versions (Correct me if I am wrong)

She is very heavily worshipped in Jagannnath Puri , and is perhaps the most widely worshipped female character from Mahabharata (Draupadi is worshipped in some parts of Tamil Nadu and Sri Lanka, Hidimbi is worshipped in parts of Himachal Pradesh and Uttara is worshipped in some parts of Rajasthan).

In authentic versions, she has only one kid, Abhimanyu, though certain folk tales show multiple children of hers.

Subhadra's mourning is very much highlighted in the aftermath of Abhimanyu's death (Which is a normal thing, Vyasa loves to delve into the mother/wife's pain after someone's death).

After the war, Yudhishthira handed over the kingdom to Yuyutsu, but also requested Subhadra to "take care" of Parikshit and Vajra oh god, she is probably the only one from the elder gen left apart from Yuyustu at that point

A folktale suggests that Arjun drowned Subhadra before leaving for the Himalayas, and I am sorry to say that I hate it a lot. Why you making my man commit uxoricide?

She most probably retired to the forest after sometime, and passed there only.

#mahabharat #mahabharata #subhadra #facts #omg she is the sweetest #why do I like her a lot #someone help moi

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aru-loves-krishnaxarjuna · 24 days

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Krishna x Arjunā breakup au...🥺😭

War au

Bg info: Draupadi had married the four brothers of Arjunaa

Krishna and Arjunaa were, a pair of lovers. Not yet married.

Krishna is still on the side of Pandavas

"Arju." Yudhishthir called out to his sister. "Can you get the two scrolls about our formations from my tent?"

"Of course, Jyesht." Said Arjunaa, and she walked out of the common tent.

When Arjunaa got there, she found the scrolls of their formations on the table...but there was another scroll with the...seal of the KURUS!? Arjunaa tensed and rushed towards the common tent, with all the scrolls.

She barged in loudly. "JYESHT! WHY DO YOU HAVE A SCROLL OF THE KURUS?" She exclaimed while holding up the Kuru scroll in her left hand. Everyone either gasped or looked in confusion. Yudhishthir got up from his seat and took the Kuru scroll. "I..i don't know about this. I swear i only had our two scrolls in my tent!" Yudhishthir answered.

The others now HAD to believe Dharmaraj because, he had never lied in his entire lifetime.

A few of the others crowded around to see. Krishna stuck his tongue in his cheek. He glanced at Arjunaa, who was still standing at the entrance. Their eyes met. Krishna swallowed. He knew what this meant, and what would happen now.

"Oh ho! I see you have gotten winds of our plans already.." Arjunaa felt creeped as she heard a voice behind her and she turned around and jumped backwards, unsheathing her dagger in reflex. Everyone stared in shock, except Krishna, who narrowed his eyes at the short, disgusting man.

Shakuni strode into the room. "How marvellous, Samrat." He addressed Yudhishthir. "We were looking for the scroll on which we had mapped out our upcoming military plans." He snatched it out of Virat’s hand, nearly giving the king a paper cut. "I'll have that, thank you."

"Gandhar Raj, what were your papers doing in my tent?" said Yudhishthir, bewildered.

Shakuni clutched his chest in faux-shock. "I should be asking you that! First you steal from us and then question us back?"

"We did no such thing!" snapped Dhrishtadyumna. "Rajkumari Arjunaa went to get our plans from the Samrat's room and found this kept there!"

Shakuni cackled. "What a believable story, General! Please do better!"

Virat came over. "Listen, Gandhar Raj. You have my word for it, we truly have not stolen anything from your camp. Stealing from the enemy camp is adharma and we could and we would never do that."

"Oh, I know it's adharma all too well." he snapped, stroking his beard and eyeing Virat in a rather maddening way. Arjunaa looked from him to Krishna to Yudhishthir and back to him. What even was happening?

"Samrat Yudhishthir never lies or cheats!" continued Virat. "You have his word as well!"

"Aah! Yes! The same man who accused me of attempted murder on them, especially his sister, and betted on and got his said sister disrobed...!" Shakuni grinned like a maniac. Loud gasps were heard. Arjunaa boiled in anger and clenched her fists, while Draupadi held her shoulders as if saying to calm down.

"Don't dare mention dharma when you have the aid of this man." He pointed at Krishna, who was still looking at him strangely. "People accuse me of cheating but if there is a more treacherous person than I...it is him!"

"We are telling you we!-" Krishna interrupted. "Tell me, Gandhar Raj. Where did you last see your plan scroll?"

Shakuni hesitated. "Well…I remember seeing it yesterday evening in my room. We were busy with war and cremating our warriors, hence didn’t pay our documents any mind. A few hours ago, when I went to retrieve it, it was gone!"

“Interesting." Said Krishna, placing his hands on his hips. "And what made you suspect us?"

"Intuition, Vasudev! Intuition!" He snapped his fingers. "My intuitions are rarely incorrect!" Said Shakuni as he eyed both Arjunaa and Krishna. He had heard that they were a couple without being married and he WAS going to use it to blackmail them.

"Also...Rajkumari...! I have heard about you and this cowherd being...together even though he has two wives already! How would devi Rukmini and devi Satyabhama react to...this information..?"

Arjunaa startled up. What was he on about?- "and how would the whole of Aryavarta react if they found out that Gandivdhari is having an affair with the Dwarkadheesh behind everyone's backs...eh?" Arjunaa gazed in shock, while Krishna stood still, monotonous.

"Everyone would be devastated and feeling betrayed.. about their favourite persons' doings and them committing adharma in war aswell... i take my leave now. Pranipat." Shakuni limped away, smirking like the maniac he is.

Krishna stared at his Parthavi. He had to do this now, or else...both of them would always be targeted, by the Kurus due to their on-going affair. Arjunaa inhaled and exhaled deeply, as she went towards her tent, without saying a word. She knew that Rukmini Jiji and Satyabhama Jiji would accept her without a word, but what about the world? The people? They wouldn't...at all...

Krishna wanted to scream and behead Shakuni right then and there with his Sudarshan, but this was required. Required to win the war, and for that...

it was required to...break...his Parthavi.

As everyone went to their respective room after cooling their heads down, Krishna went into Arjunaa's tent.

"Madhav? What are you doing here?" Arjunaa got up from her sitting position, from the edge of the bed.

"I have come to talk about something important..." The accusation and blackmailing still had Arjunaa nervous, and this gave her a bad feeling. "A-about today's incident..?"

"No. About...us."

"About....us..? What is it about us-?"

"We need to stop our on-going affair."

Krishna stared at Arjunaa silently, who had slumped down on the bed once again, but in utter disbelief, shock and melancholy. Tears had rimmed her eyes, that were shaped like a swan's, not even a moment after. But they refused to fall.

"We n-need to s-separate..?"

"Well, yes...but i will still drive your chariot and help you in war. But...we can't be together...like that...anymore...." Arjunaa's naturally big eyes now widened even more, as the tears that refused to fall before, did fall after his statement, as she clenched her teeth and gripped the edge of the bed with both her hands tightly.

Krishna's heart clenched tightly. Oh how he wanted to take this all back and wipe her tears, and hug her close and kiss her to sleep. But alas! That wouldn't be possible now. He couldn't bear the sight in front of him. Oh how he cursed himself for being the God of the Universe now..

Krishna then took his leave, and as soon as he left, Arjunaa got up too and looked at her now- tear strained face in the body length mirror. She stared angrily and sadly at her own face as she punched the mirror hard.

The big shards of the mirror got in her delicate skin and her fist, and they started bleeding heavily. But the Rajkumari didn't care. More and more tears cascaded down her beautiful face as she finally broke the mirror completely and slid down on the floor.

Drops of both blood and tears dripped down, as the young girl kept crying her heart out.

Unbeknownst to her, her Madhav was still standing outside her tent, and as he heard her heartbreaking sobs, he couldn't take it anymore and he broke into his own tears.

Oh how even the gods were upset at the separation of the lovers and their heartbreaking states.

Krishna had to get control over his mind and heart, like he always had to, unfortunately. He didn't want to..yet he had to...

Arjunaa had fainted on the floor due to blood loss and crying, as her body wanted to give up on life. The only one who she had loved and belived in in her whole lifetime till now had separated from her, what did she have now?

As she fainted, her mind and heart refused to accept this and still, like her body always did when she missed her Madhav, resonated with his name...

"Madhav..Madhav...Madhav...Madhav...."

That night was the first time Krishna had cried so heavily in his life...as he felt her pain and her body resonating her given name for him yet again...

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