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[During the Kurukshetra war]
Krishna: some of you may die, but that's a sacrifice I am willing to make
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Draupadi sat fuming at her work desk. Life as a lawyer who mostly worked for rape and domestic violence victims was hard.
"Name, Ritu. Age, 16 years. Cause of death, marital rape performed by husband."
Draupadi furiously rubs her eyes, wiping her tears. The details of the girl's injuries and death are horrifying to even look at. And poor Ritu suffered from this in real life.
Draupadi would make sure her husband rots in hell for this.
She keeps working till she loses track of time, making notes and preparing for her case.
"Hey, Drau!" Satyabhama peeks in. "It is lunch time. Let's go."
"I don't want to." She mumbles in response. "I lost my appetite looking at this."
Satyabhama's face turns solemn. This is their daily routine, looking at the painful deaths of women, but it still disgusts Draupadi the way it did when she was a student.
"We need to eat, don't we?" Satya says, rubbing her shoulder. "Let's leave early today."
Both of them live in the same flat, it is very convenient that way.
"You know, when Rukmini visited last month, the both of us went to this lovely dhaba. Let's eat there today." Satyabhama says, pulling her by the arm.
Rukmini is the wife of one of Satyabhama's friends, Krishna. Draupadi always felt that Satya liked him, but now she and Rukmini are fast friends.
They reach the eatery soon enough. It is a simple building, with a cot and few tables outside, the signboard "Bhima ka dhaba" slapped in various places.
The eatery is small, and seems very middle-class. The menu, however, is rather grand, with a variety of dishes. Tables and chairs are arranged below the dingy fans. There are few people in the eatery.
There is a counter in a corner, with a variety of sweets placed. A song from the film Aashiqui plays in the radio.
"Hello Memsaab." A young boy asks, holding a notepad. He couldn't be a day older than six. "What do you want to order?"
"Do you go to school?" Draupadi asks. "Is the owner of this place forcing you to work?!"
If he is, then she will be filing a case against him, free of cost.
"No, my father worked here, but he died, so I work instead of him. Bhima Bhaiya is very nice, he even pays for my school-"
"CHHOTU!" Someone yells from a room in a corner. "Did you take the order yet?!"
Satyabhama quickly places the order, and the boy, Chhotu, scurries into the room, which is most likely, the kitchen.
After some time, a man steps out, and keeps the plates on the table.
He is quite handsome, she realizes, startingly.
He has curly hair, which falls into ringlets, framing his face. He is quite tall, and has huge arms.
"I am sorry for the delay." He says, and heads back. The food was great.
"I think we should visit once more." Satyabhama says, after they are done.
Draupadi knew she would return to this place again, for reasons other than the food.
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Nakul: I think it’s time I get my life in order.
Sahadeva, narrating: But he did not get his life in order. In fact, he got drunk last night and fought a raccoon.
Sahadeva, still narrating: Also, the raccoon won due to Arjun's involvement.
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Nakul: *sighs*
Krishna: you bored?
Nakul: yeah
Krishna: wanna start a drama for no reason?
Nakul: I thought you would never ask
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Abhimanyu: What’s up guys? I’m back.
Duryodhana: What the- you can’t be here. You’re dead. I literally saw you die.
Abhimanyu: Death is a social construct.
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NOTHING GOLD CAN STAY
JAIME II
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Some months back, if anyone had told Abhimanyu that he would be getting married soon, he wouldn't believe them.
Him and marriage? Pfft.
Abhimanyu scoffs in the face of marriage.
Samba would love to add how Abhi is married to his sword. Abhimanyu strongly disagrees. He just likes sword fighting, okay? That does not mean that he keeps his sword strapped to himself at all times, and beneath his pillow when he is sleeping. That was simply not true.
The marriage won't take place right away, of course. The arrangements for a marriage took time. Besides, his bride was the daughter of the King of a very rich kingdom. Of course the wedding would be grand.
Matsya is a beautiful kingdom, albeit different from Dvaraka. Dvaraka is Abhi's favorite place, his home. The scent of the sea is ingrained in his skin, and if someone asked him where he would like to spend his last days, then he would select Dvaraka. It was home, and no other place in the world could hold a candle to it in his eyes.
Matsya is slightly dryer in comparison to Dvaraka. The buildings are lavish and well constructed, cities are made in the form of forts. Here, in Matsya, they worship Vishnu, the preserver. Dvaraka has always worshipped Mahadeva more, but Abhimanyu cannot see the difference, honestly. He loved the set of royal temples in Virata Nagara, the capital. His bride would come to these temples each day without fail.
His bride-
Her name is Uttara, Abhi reminds himself. He has to address her by her name, not by some formal title.
If he were to be honest, then she was the prettiest girl he had ever seen. Uttara has long, wavy, dark hair. How does Abhi know? He saw her once, with her hair open, strands framing her face, curls cascading down the expanse of her back.
Uttara is someone who knows his father better than he does. And Abhimanyu's father adores her as well. Abhi can see why he does so.
She is a kind girl, and is always happy. Abhimanyu is rarely sulky, but he feels that in her presence he can be more optimistic. Krishna Mama says that they are a good pair. It made him feel very happy.
Abhimanyu doesn't want to freak out Uttara, or else he would have tried to be a bit more close to her than he is at the moment. It has been over a month since they got to know each other, and the wedding is still a long way ahead of them.
Many people have anxiously asked his opinions about his upcoming wedding. Abhimanyu finds himself to be very lucky, that he gets to spend his life with such a lovely person.
Sometimes he wonders whether he is good enough.
Whether he is a good son , and whether he will be a good husband.
Soon enough, reality crashes upon him on the bloody soil of Kurukshetra, as his life comes to an end.
The last thing he sees is the two of them on the beach of Dvaraka.
Him, and his wife who is more beautiful than the stars.
#mahabharata#mahabharat#abhimanyu#uttara#hindu mythology#MAN I AM SORRY#FORGIVE ME#why am I writing angst on Abhimanyu lately#i promise this is the last#i wanted this one to be happy TT
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*at the mall*
Gandhari: excuse me, I lost my son Duryodhan, can I make an announcement?
Employee: of course
Gandhari, on the mic: goodbye you little shit
#mahabharat#mahabharata#hindu mythology#incorrect mahabharat quotes#gandhari#duryodhan#duryodhan be like: wut#i am sorry#he is a villain but he is also peak meme material
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"Oh, surely you wish to marry him, Rukmini."
No. Rukmini did not wish to marry Shishir, the idiot friend of her even more idiotic brother.
She didn't like Shishir. She didn't like the way he stared at her, as if he were imagining her naked. She didn't like the way he touched other girls, even when they clearly disliked his touch.
Rukmini was repulsed by him.
And then Krishna entered her life.
He was in her college, her senior. He was a handsome man, tall and muscular, with a complexion darker than hers, brown curls and a dimpled smile.
Needless to say, she had fallen for him.
She hadn't lost her heart to him, of course. Rukmini discovered that it had always been his, and he had just given it to her for safe keeping.
He was charming and he was kind. He would hold her hands in his, and smile at her, as he would take her down to the college mess for lunch. He would stare into her eyes as if she were his whole world as he brushed a strand of hair that had escaped her braid.
He was her everything.
And yet, Rukmini was promised to Shishir. Unacceptable. Sometimes she felt she was cheating on him. But then, they hadn't been engaged. She wasn't even in a relationship with him, so it wasn't cheating, right?
And then, she was pulled out of college, to marry Shishir. She wasn't allowed to complete her education. Then they found about her love for Krishna. And here she was, two months later, being decked up, to get engaged to the man she hated from the bottom of her heart.
She had left Krishna without any explanation. It was for his own good, yes. Shishir had connections with certain gangs. If he wanted, he could get Krishna killed. Rukmini could bear his hatred, but she couldn't bear his death.
Every time she remembered the day she had left him, she would cry for hours. Two years of love and care had been destroyed in a moment.
She met him in the park they always met in. He had looked at her, with a strange calm in his eyes, as he clasped her hands, and brought them to his lips.
And like the cruel demon she was, Rukmini wrenched her hands away, saying how she couldn't meet him anymore, and that she didn't love him. There was hurt in his eyes, but Krishna didn't stop her, didn't say anything, didn't follow her as she left.
She was brought back to reality, as Shishir's family arrived at their doorstep. Her friends ran to see the groom, and she was left alone, the poster of Rishi Kapoor staring at her.
A tear rolled down her eye, as she stared at her reflection. She looked very pretty, indeed. Breathtaking, honestly.
No.
Rukmini would not spend her life crying.
She would not bend in front of someone else's will.
She would live her life the way she wished to live it.
She would marry the man she wished to, she would do the job she wished to.
She would watch the films she wanted, eat the food she liked, travel the world as her heart pleased.
She would be her own master, and not her brother's slave.
She picked up the telephone and dialled a number.
"Hello?" An unfamiliar voice resonated from the other side.
"Hello. This is Rukmini. Please tell Krishna that I am going to run away from home two weeks from now, and if he will accept me despite all I have done, I will elope with him. Thank you."
She cut the call, feeling proud of herself.
It felt good to make her own decisions.
#mahabharat#mahabharata#hindu mythology#krishna#rukmini#krishna x rukmini#should i make a part 2 of this?#any guesses who the “unfamiliar voice” is?
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NOTHING GOLD CAN STAY
SHARRA II
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NOTHING GOLD CAN STAY
JAIME I
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Abhimanyu had ruined things.
Again.
Just like every single day.
WHY WAS HE LIKE THIS?
This was a question which he and many people around him asked frequently. This time, his victim was a beautiful angavastra, which was very dear to Balarama Mama for some unknown reasons. Abhimanyu was practicing archery, as usual. And his target had been the angavastra, unfortunately.
Now, Balarama was screeching at the top of his lungs. Like a brave boy, Abhimanyu ran to hide in some secluded corner of the palace. Perhaps there was still some time left for him to run away. Maybe he could join his father in his exile-
"This is extremely delicious." A very familiar voice speaks from behind him. "Honestly, this reminds me of the time I was a young boy."
And as Abhimanyu had expected, Krishna Mama is miraculously sitting right next to him, his hand stuffed inside a pot of maakhan, with some of it smeared on his face.
"Mama!" He cries out in relief. "You are the only one who can save me now!"
"Oh?" Krishna says, in surprise. "Is that so?"
Abhimanyu resists the strong urge to scoff. As if he doesn't know what has happened. At that exact moment, Balaram roars in anger upstairs.
"I ruined his clothes." Abhimanyu decides to explain. "Please save me just this once."
"Ah, my dear nephew." Krishna slaps his maakhan coated palm on Abhimanyu's back. "I will always save you, except for that one time- Ahem. So, where were we?"
"You were saying something about saving me from the mess I have created." Abhimanyu says, even if Krishna hasn't voiced it out yet. He doesn't need to, Abhimanyu understands it without him even saying it.
"Now, Dau has always been like this since we were children. It is normal." Krishna explains. "Open your mouth."
Abhimanyu does so, only to find Krishna feeding him maakhan. Krishna is notorious for not sharing his maakhan with anyone. It makes him feel very special, indeed.
"Run ahead, I know how to convince him!" Krishna urges, and Abhimanyu runs to the women's palace.
Just like always, Krishna Mama has saved him. And he will continue to do it, right?
...
As his bow was chopped into pieces, his charioteer and horses were killed, as his sword fell from his hands and the chariot wheel was destroyed, as Abhimanyu picked up the mace and fell down, in a faint, as his skull was smashed, he realized that this time, just this once, Krishna Mama wouldn't come to save him.
#mahabharata#mahabharat#abhimanyu#hindu mythology#krishna#I am sorry-#boy this took a sharp turn#i think i will be writing on these two for a long time#they are one of my fav duos#like plz#Krishna did love his nephew#stop pretending otherwise#my love for these two trascends realms
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Ever since he was a child, Abhimanyu has seen the way his uncle looks at his wives. And he has never understood that look. Ever.
Krishna looks at his wives as if they are his entire world. As if they are the light in his eyes, the blood flowing in his veins, the air he was breathing.
As if their existence kept him alive.
Once, he does ask Mama Krishna about it. Abhimanyu remembers Krishna staring down at him, a smile spreading across his features, as he ruffles his hair.
"Why, Abhi, you will understand when you get older." Is the cheeky answer he gets in return.
Now, Abhimanyu has turned nineteen, almost a man, yet he doesn't understand. He doesn't understand how someone can treat their wife as if she is their goddess, the source of their being. Honestly, it is beyond his comprehension.
And the women are no less either. They treat their husbands with affection and love that is beyond Abhimanyu's comprehension. He hasn't understood any of this ever, and he doesn't think he will.
He meets Uttara, and finally, Krishna Mama's words uttered a decade ago finally start making sense.
#mahabharata#mahabharat#abhimanyu#hindu mythology#krishna#this was just a trial piece#wanted to write a multi part short story on krishna and abhi#so i wrote this as a trial#tell me how it was
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