Draupadi's POV :

The guards open the door, and I entered into the Pavilion of Maharaj Pandu's Palace. The golden walls shining with thousands of lamps. The distance musings of cuckoo is heating my ear drums in a soothing manner.

I ask to myself, and then, "I don't know" I reply to myself in a coy smile. This coyness in me is not uncommon now, the uncertain blushes, coyness, shyness, unnecessary smile has become a regular habit of me, just like a craziness which I am unable to suppress.

"Hail hail Yuvrani Draupadi"
The chorus of the armed guards around the pavilion pops the thought of mine. But, it's not only just pop my thought, but it's bring back in the land of reality, which is even more beautiful than the dream– the land where my Arya resides.

Maybe, not maybe, that's surely, these blushes, shyness, coy feeling, everything is the resultant. I never believed that, I also will feel so. I again blush.

The throne of Hastinapur today has gotten their crown prince and undoubtedly it's none other than eldest Pandav Yudhishthir. His worthiness is unquestionable, not only we, but also the whole Aryavart believes it.
So, as me, I performed worship near Mahadev, and that's why in this night I am here in the pavilion.

Ending the pavilion surrounded by flowery garden, finally I entered into the main hall. The centre broad table is overflowing with the scrolls. The ink pot is empty and several peacock feather smeared in ink is lying simultaneously on the edge of that table. The cushions and silk coveres of the couch around the table too unorganised.

I smile to myself. A huge round of continuous debate and discussion has already happened among my husbands and now, no doubt they are resting on their respective chamber, maybe waiting for me only. One handed my mischievous mind wanting to stay silently here, making them waiting more, but, on the other hand, my eager heart craving for them.

I turning left ends into the eastern quarter, where my eldest husband's chamber resides.

As usual the guards opens the door.
"Arya–" and shifting the red curtains, "May I come?" I ask.

The blueish room is slightly gloomy and some oil lambs glowing near to extinction. Near the window side desk, he is standing and reading a scroll. The whole blue color is reflecting on his fair shiny skin, jewels along with his siffon blue cloak. Hearing my call, resting that scroll of hand on desk, he turns.

"Do wife need to ask permission to enter in her husband's chamber?" He says providing a smile, then curving a bit his eyes, he continues, "though it's her own chamber too."

I can't say anything. I wasn't prepare for this question actually. He understood me. Coming near to me, looking at the worship plate, he asks. "What occasion was today?"

"You" I straight looks into his lotus eye pair. The ever wanted wish of us has fulfilled today. My eyes unknowingly glisten up. The more my eyes was craving for his look, that more my self wanting to be with him. I rest my plate on a nearby table and embraces him encircling my slender hands around his broad chest and back.

"Me?" Embracing his left arm around me he asks. "Now what have I done?"

"You did, your deeds. I am happy, we are happy, so Mata Kunti offers worship near Mahadev". Leaning onto his chest, resting my head there, I utters. My emotion are overflowing.

He coys easily. I am sure, he is now too. As I can hear his heartbeat just on my hear suddenly becomes a bit more rapid, thrumming on his chest.

Suppressing a shy smile and blushy cheeks, he utters. "What to say, how to say, I am not getting anything. Just Thankyou Panchali, for having with me all time with faith, love and trust."

"Arya, is this Thankyou to say?" I shifting my arms embrace from his thorax to neck in a light huff voice utters. All this huff is easily go with him. The more I huff, tease, more his pampering towards me grows. He calmly try to handle me. I don't understand, how much patience he bear! His way of expression, love, pampering, everything is so calm and slow that drives me more to being haughty. "Witnessing the sacred fire, we vowed that we will be with each other in every verge of life, will be in the path if success with trust, love and faith. Then?"

He chuckles. Keeping his palm on my cheek, lifting my face, he look at me, for a long time, unblinkingly. Those eye locks of us, like, I feel our eyes adhere with one another doesn't able to separate eitherly. I am also in a deep mesmerization of him.

The whole chamber is wrapped in silence. The chill wind is blowing and hitting us from the open windows, interlocking his deep brownish frontal hair with my black curls. One by one the lamps are extinguishing, bringing the more deep hue around us. On that semi darkness, I gaze his bending face. Before I could assume anything, he kisses on my forehead.

I am shivering, the sudden uncertain action of him has left me in more numbness. His forehead kiss not uncommon, today early morning, and before that while leaving for court or others, he often presents me such showcase of love and affection to me.

"You know Krishnaa" the arm around me grows lighter, from shoulder to my wrist to palm his hand travels and holds my fingers with his both hands. Then surprising me, he kneels in front me, making me sit on a couch.
"You are Pandav's goddess!" He speaks, fixing his golden pair of eyes at me. "The day you have entered into our life, unknowingly, we might passed you through sufferings—"
I shake my head both directions tingling my earrings sound with loud protest.

The lamps around room almost extinguishes, making the atmosphere heavy. I can't see him properly but that glistening droplets in tbe corner of his eyes are not hidden.

"but, you enriched our life with prosperity. We gained everything" he speaks.

"It's all because of yours' valour." I says, but he, pressing a silent soft smile shakes his head on either side.

"So, do you make me goddess by placing on the throne just?" I ask.

He again smiles then utters, "no. I won't. For my goddess I will perform rituals, worship. Now tell me, what's your custom? I will do that only." Looking deep into my eyes he asks.

His words make me smile, chuckle, laugh first, then more and more I look at him, more I start to loose myself, craving for him goes high, wanting him just as mine demand arises immensely. My eyelashes turns heavy, I am not able to see anything more now. Tears of happiness is clustered into my eyes, I can't express the inner happiness, comfort, satisfaction which is crumbling inside me.

I spread my arms stretching towards him. And he, within that single moment of understanding me, embraces me tightly in his lap, into his arm. I deeply closes my eyes, plunging my head into his chest.

After that few moments was long. Just us as being for each other. Without any sound we has been communicating. Unleashing this every moment of our bliss. In these moments, I want to remain immerse. Like my soul from long ages is craving for this love which my Arya is giving me, my Aryas gives me.

The palm of him is soothingly caressing the back of my head detaching my veil and tangling my curls with his fingers, taking me one place to another with that gentle hold.

Until my head rests in support replacing his palm, I remain submerge onto his chest, closing my eyes. Not only my head, but also my whole figure is resting, yet his arms are still around me and mine around him. I don't wanting to let anything go. The soft pillow at the back of my head and fine bedsheet and spongey rug beneath my body is thrilling me sensing the each pores of my body.

"Krishnaa– my goddess" his voice calmly, softly and deeply whispers. I raise my face from him. Inserting my fingers through his hairs, I reply, "Arya– for me you are my god. Pandavas are god for Draupadi."

He smiles. Caressing my cheeks with his gentle rub. Now, his every touch is sensing me differently, my all face is heating up, nose, ears. Closing my eyes, I sides my face only. His fingers still on my ears, playing with my locks, detaching my earrings and other jewels, with continuous uttering my name, "Krishnaa, look at me."

I am drowning in shame, again. But, I am happy, bliss and prosperous. Squeezing my eyes tightly, I turns my head back to him. My heart is banging.
"Krishnaa, stare at me." He while caressing me, requests tenderly. His such call I can't able to disobey. I slowly opens my eyes and as usual find his similar affection enriched smile.

"Say, you love me." Placing my hand on his chest, I says. Hearing confessions from lover is a wilder satisfaction.

"Yes, yes, I love you, will love you upto eternity. I pro–" I rests my other hand on his lips. "I know" I murmurs. Sounds inside me also lost its way. I am no longer a chatterbox now. My head is now not enact with any confusional questions, I don't want any mass debate with him. No stress, tension. No eager of boldness, just want myself to submit him. Lifting my face, I touches my lips with his those lips pairs, which was confessing me. I close my eyes.

After that, I just feel his strong arm pair around me, holding with extreme delicacy, loving me with so care, more I remember that, we isn't different though, surmounting in the lake of comfort and affection.

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