A sojourn it is.
❝His scent is petrichor. He shall always be the golden page of my recollections, of beautiful memories. The greatest archer of the time❞
Derived from the Sanskrit word स्मरण (smaraṇa, "the act of remembrance, remembrance, reminisc...
Sojourn. Middle English. From old French and based on Latin. /ˈsɒdʒ(ə)n,ˈsɒdʒəːn/a temporary stay.
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THEY TURNED AROUND hearing the bliss clinking of the anklets. She had come running toward them panting heavily. "I hope I am not late and you have not changed your mind" Sahdev joked to her fear filled curiosity, "We might have if you were just a moment late"
The girl from kaliyug laid her gaze at Yudhishthir and Draupadi, the figures of king and queen; who were talking and instructing the army chief and the handmaids accompanying her. Soon, the elder twin caught her prime attention who gave her a lime colored brocaded bag which she opened such frantically only to give him a deadpan "Sand, thoughtful indeed! Thank you so much Nakul!" It was when Bheem snatched the bag from her knotting it up, she had realized the real intents and contents, "This is not sand, it is the celestial medicine for you to take, for emergency!" Simran's lips curled in a sheepish 'oh', a merry tease to the Pandava brothers.
As soon as she placed her first step on the chariot stairs, she was assisted, as some strong yet firm grip held her petite hand and placed her on the seat. "Bending people to your will?" She smirked, favorably winds blew her hair for a dramatic tinge, "Do you doubt?"
Arjun! He thinks that I can't just step inside a chariot myself. Hold on,what is he doing here? Maybe he is telling the charioteer how to drive a chariot? Interesting.
Shining in the warming sun of this month of Chaitra, her wheatish skin glowed like gold and her ebony curls, in contrast were like that night sky. She called him but he just moved his hand in the air gesturing her to sit down. She looked back at Bheem and Sahdev, who were examining if the chariot's wheel were appropriate or if the halter was not loose.
She felt a pull on her hair and with no further thinking process, she knew it was him. Arjun sat beside her with a grin. Draupadi, who by now liberated herself from handmaid instructing task, came and placed a smudged dot of her kajal behind the golden girl's ear. "You look beautiful today. I am sure Mata will be so happy to see you in this blue lehenga." Just a same thing like a child copies, Simran placed a dot of her kajal behind the queen's ear, "Look who is saying! You are the most beautiful!" she squeezed her hand.
"My beautiful women, Now should I shut my eyes too, please do not start crying. Panchali she will be back in a few days" Simran and Draupadi had laughed out loud at this statement, "Why would we cry Aarya Arjun?" saying so, she descended the chariot.
Yudhishthir's sudden presence after he ordered the army troop to position made the air serious. "Simran, now that you are going I need you to be responsible and vigil much to take care of yourself. I am relieved to an extent as of Arjun, but you have to stay at Hastinapur. Therefore I am sending guards and maids. Take care" she nodded as Vrikodar's warning roared, "Just try to avoid those rats and if they even look at you I will not spare them!"
