He was the thunder she was ready to be struck by.
She was the fire he was ready to burn himself with.
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Born in a world where politics ruled emotions, they dared falling for each other
But...
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Draupadi.
My body had grown weak with lack of proper rest from following strict rules and norms from the past ten days and now that I was finally over with the wedding, the day of leaving for Hastinapur was coming nearer.
The fact I was the only woman in the entire Aryavart with five husbands had already made things way harder for me. Five men, five different personalities and all their attention on me. Of course, except the third Pandava. He was back to his aloofness. I barely got to see him these days, let alone talk while his brothers would devotedly visit me and spend time with me.
What could be the reason for Arjun's indifference? Was it because he sensed my obsession and taking me for granted? Or was it because he couldn't care less about me?
I didn't know and it was driving me insane. I hated Arjun. I was so sure I hated him except my heart pounded unreasonably loud whenever his name was mentioned or I got glimpse of his alluring form.
I let out a low groan realising I had misplaced the colour before rising on my feet. I couldn't even concentrate on my drawing, the only thing that once used to make me feel alive, took me to another world, a world which belonged to me and me alone.
