Dussala was older than Arjun as the day after Bheem's birth Duryodhan born and after that each day the rest of Gandhari's child born and Dussala was the youngest of her children, but older than Arjun, Nakul and Sahadev
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"I think the purple flowers will look good there," I said to the man who was the head decorators
"As you wish Yuvrani!" The man bowed, I smiled as he went away to work in the other direction
I looked around and felt satisfied and headed toward my room, I was feeling exhausted, I looked after the cooking and decoration throughout the day, it was evening and I haven't gone to my room even once. I hadn't caught sleep last night too, Sindhu raj and Dussala would be here anytime
Even Arjun had a rough day, maybe more than me, After last night dropping me at our mansion he went for his daily practice then he did his daily worship after that went to military camp.....he couldn't train them though. He, Nakul and Bhrata Duryodhana went to receive their sister and brother in law
Did I mention he was the biggest devotee of Mahadev I've ever seen,
I went to my room and laid on my bed closing my eyes and keeping my hand on my eyes.
As sleep started consuming me I heard a voice and cursed the owner.
"Yuvrani Panchali ki Jay ho, Maharani Kunti asked you to be present at the entrance with an art thali to receive the princess and Sindhu raj, she said that being the new Kulvadhu of hastinapur you have to do it..."
I got up unwillingly and forced a smile " okay, I will be there in no time, just let me get ready, send some maids..."
I was too tired to get ready by myself... I freshen up before the maids came
They started their work, some did my hair, some helped me with jewellery and some with my make up. I ordered them to set my long curly hair in a plait with Jasmine
After 30m. or so I looked at my image on the big king sized mirror,
I was wearing an off white lehenga adorned with beautiful Jewels, my face was looking radiant, I didn't wear much makeup, with kohl in my lotus shaped eyes and my full lips painted in red.. I was looking...good I guess.
I hoped my husband would like it. That's what matters after all
Be ready Dhananjay to swoon and get stunned
I smiled to myself and got up to do my first aarti as Kuruvansh kulvadhu
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"See they are coming" Bhanumati who was now in her advance month exclaimed
I saw a chariot coming toward us and ahead of them were the men in their horses
My eyes got stuck on the most handsome man, who won me completely by heart and body, who controlled my heart and mind as well, who was the emperor of my soul and hero of my life
My husband, my Shwetavahan
He was on his horse, his hair was tied in a little ponytail making him look more drool-worthy, though it couldn't stop his luscious curls from covering his forehead which was embellished with his now marked tilak which resembles my pendant
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