Written on the Request of Smrtimandhanna. Completely imagination and creativity.All Resemblance is coincidental.

Arjun stood in the dimly lit chamber, surrounded by the soft glow of oil lamps flickering in the darkness. His heart beat with anticipation as he waited for the arrival of his newborn daughter, Parthvi. It seemed like an eternity since he had held a newborn in his arms, and the thought of finally having a daughter filled him with a joy he had never experienced before.

Subhadra, his beloved wife, lay on the bed, exhausted but radiant with the glow of motherhood. Her eyes shone with tears of joy as she watched Arjun, her husband, the greatest warrior of his time, now transformed into a tender and loving father.

As the midwife placed the tiny bundle in his arms, Arjun felt a wave of emotions wash over him. The weight of his daughter was almost imperceptible, but the weight of responsibility and love that he felt in that moment was overwhelming.

Gently cradling Parthvi in his arms, Arjun gazed down at her delicate features - her tiny nose, her rosebud lips, and her closed eyes that seemed to hold the wisdom of the world. He marveled at the miracle of life, at the wonder of creation that had brought this precious soul into his hand holding his finger with her little palm.

As Arjun held Parthvi, Subhadra reached out and gently touched her daughter's cheek, a tear of happiness escaping her eye. "She has  beautiful eyes,just like you Arjun. Our little princess," she whispered, her voice filled with emotion.

Arjun nodded, his gaze never leaving Parthvi's face. "She is a gift from the heavens, Subhadra. A blessing beyond measure," he replied, his voice filled with awe and wonder.

At that moment, their 3-year-old son Abhimanyu entered the room, his eyes wide with curiosity. "What is this, Pitashree? Who is she?" he asked, pointing to Parthvi in Arjun's arms.

Arjun smiled down at his son, his heart swelling with pride. "This is your baby sister, Abhimanyu. Her name will be Parthvi," he said, his voice filled with affection.

Abhimanyu's face lit up with excitement as he looked at his sister. "She is so small, Pitashree! Can I hold her too?" he asked eagerly, reaching out his arms.

Arjun gently placed Parthvi in Abhimanyu's lap, watching as his son gazed at his sister with wonder and affection. His mischievous glint in eyes was replaced with brotherly protectiveness.

Arjun smiled softly as he remembered his own mother, Queen Kunti, singing lullabies to him and his brothers when they were children. Taking a deep breath, he began to softly sing a soothing lullaby for Parthvi, the same one his mother used to sing to him all those years ago.

As the gentle melody filled the room, Abhimanyu watched in awe, his eyes growing heavy with sleep. Subhadra sat beside them, her heart full of love for her family.

The room was filled with a sense of warmth and peace as Arjun sang, his voice a gentle lullaby wrapping around his children like a protective cocoon. And in that moment, the bond between the family grew stronger, a connection that would last a lifetime.

After Arjun finished singing, Subhadra turned to him, her eyes shining with gratitude. "That was beautiful, Arjun. Parthvi and Abhimanyu were soothed by your singing. It reminded me of the love and care Kunti used to shower on you all."

Arjun smiled at his wife, his heart full of love for her and their children. "I hope our children will always remember these moments of love and warmth, just like I remember my mother's lullabies. Our family is our greatest treasure, Subhadra."

Subhadra reached out and took Arjun's hand, squeezing it gently. "Yes, our family is truly blessed. We have each other, and that is all that matters. Thank you for being the loving father that you are, Arjun."

Arjun leaned in and kissed Subhadra on the forehead. "I will always be there for you and our children, Subhadra. Our love will guide us through any challenges that come our way."

And as the children drifted off to sleep, Arjun and Subhadra sat together in silence, their hearts united in love and their spirits connected by the beautiful lullaby that had brought them all together.