"Damaged women are the most dangerous kind, because they already know that they can survive."
Vrinda is the only female child of The Pandavas. More specifically she is the daughter born out of wedlock between the mighty prince Arjun and his common w...
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"Princess Vrinda, we're already late, I have to dress you up and you're not even trying to wake up." the voice of a stressful Sanchi echoed in my years. "Damn you, Sanchi. At this rate yours would quite astoundingly be the last voice I hear before my time comes." I replied groggily. The annoyance was evident in her voice. I groaned. The truth can hurt but alas! It's the truth and it cannot be avoided. The truth was, that I was the princess of Dwarka and above that, I was a participant of the championship. Thus I had to be present at the Ganesha-puja which was being organised today. No matter what or how I felt at the moment.
Sanchi slowly came towards me, holding a bright yellow sari, beautifully embroidered with gold jewellery. I looked at her, slightly astonished at her choice of clothes to be worn by me. "Don't look at me like that, princess. You have to wear this today. It would be a disgrace for the kingdom of Dwarka, if one princess of theirs looked better than the other." She quipped, implying at Vatsala. I didn't reply, just nodded in response.
I quickly rolled out of my bed and tied my hair into a messy bun. Arranging my white cotton sari that I slept in, I headed towards my bathing chamber. Sanchi was in full preparation to make me look attractive today. Maybe because she knew a lot of princes from distant lands would be present at the event.
I just thought it was simply frivolous. My only aim was to win the championship, at any cost. I was a warrior first and a princess then. But I guess my efforts would go in vain, if I start talking to Sanchi to make her understand my perspective. Instead I just went along with whatever she wanted. I didn't dare to question her.
I quickly stripped and set foot in the huge tub of warm water. I loved warm water baths. They were always so calming and euphoric. It was a great way to begin one's day. I let myself relax by switching off from the entire world. For a few limited yet magical moments, it was just me and myself. Nothing else. I loved this feeling of exclusivity, that I was experiencing at the moment. It gave me a strange sense of self that I liked. I could feel the gentle hands of the maids applying the lotion on my skin. My eyes instantly closed, focusing entirely on the pleasure.
I couldn't help but wonder if Rudra would be present at the puja. I was so intrigued by his persona that it occupied my mind completely. The way he stood unaffected by all the happenings of yesterday's sabha was....interesting. He was a swordsman as the messenger had informed. I couldn't help but think about his technique, about how good did he wield his sword, which hand did he use to wield his sword.
Stop it! He's just a competitor, nothing more.
Soon my bath was over and the warm effect of the water was replaced with a chilling stroke of the cool and condescending air. I hurriedly got out of my bathtub and dried myself. I felt afresh after the relaxing bath, ready to face the day. I entered my dressing chamber and Sanchi helped me drape the very heavy yellow sari that she had chosen for me.
