43. Haldi
A/N Warning... Its a very long chapter....
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Devashree had dedicated the evening to churning the finest makhan, a labor of love intended for Krishna. Her hands, though now tired, were imbued with a sense of satisfaction.
The only sound was the gentle rustle of her silk saree as she moved to place the makhan in a small, intricately carved pot and placed it in the corner in her chamber.
After a while, freshly bathed she entered the inner part of her chamber. Clad in a blouse and lehenga, the fabric of her attire of simple lehenga, dyed in the soft hues of dawn, flowed around her like a second skin, showing off her slender waist and the gentle curve of her hips. Her blouse clung to her form, highlighting the elegance of her shoulders and the softness of her arms. Her long dense hair formed curls that framed her delicate face, her hair still carrying droplets of water.
Her steps paused at the threshold.
There, sprawled with an air of casual elegance upon her bed, was Krishna.
One arm served as a pillow for his head propping it up, while the other, dipped into a pot of makhan she had prepared with utmost care and affection.
Krishna dipped his fingers into the pot, lifting the creamy, rich makhan to his lips with a gesture that was as elegant as it was endearing.
Each movement was so full of charm and grace that it utterly captivated her.
The sight of him, so at peace, so at home within the confines of her room, stirred something deep within her. Her Krishna always finds joy in such simple things, in the Makhan that she had prepared with her own hands. It was very domestic.
Krishan continued to lick the makhan from his hands but he was aware of his beloved's gaze. She was looking at him with a look full of adoration and wonder.
Inside, a wave of delight washed over him and a gentle smile played at his lips. In her eyes, he wasn't just Krishna; he was everything he aspired to be, everything he feared he couldn't be, and yet, he was accepted and loved wholly.
As he looked up at her, she quickly averted her gaze.
She swiftly moved towards the mirror to avoid his gaze, her actions betraying a bashfulness that was as endearing as it was evocative.
Her cheeks, kissed by a blush, and the way she was biting her lips spoke volumes of the storm of feelings she navigated within.
The water droplets tracing paths down her neck glittered like jewels.
Krishna watched her through the mirror's reflection, a smile playing on his lips but his eyes intense, captured every nuance of her movements, every hint of emotion that flitted across her exquisite features. This wasn't just a look; it was a gaze that held within it a universe of love, longing, and admiration.
He took in her flushed form and the delicate arch of her neck, glistening with pearls on water.
Their eyes met again through the mirror's reflection as he stared intensely at her.
Holding her gaze, he dipped his hand in the pot and brought the makhan to his lips, he savored it with an exaggerated relish, licking his fingers sensuously.
A shiver ran through her and her heart skipped a beat. The air between them thickened with unspoken words, with desires whispered to the night.
The intensity of his gaze through the mirror, so full of love and longing, felt like a gentle caress, sending ripples through her very being. It was a gaze that saw not just the princess in her silk saree, but the woman within, with all her dreams, fears, and desires laid bare.
"You know Shree," Krishna began casually,"As Dwarikadhish I give very strict punishments for the most heinous sins.
Devashree could only hum through the emotions that were intensely fraying her nerves.
"And you have just committed not one, not two but four such sins."
A curious "Oh?" was all she managed, her voice trembled with a melody tinged with anticipation.
"Yes," Krishna continued, in the serious voice of a lord proclaiming the sins of a criminal, as he maintained his intense gaze through the mirror.
"Firstly, stealing into the heart of Dwarikadhish without any warning or permission and making it yours forever," he said, a hint of mock seriousness lacing his words.
Red spilled over, coloring her cheeks, her ears, and even the tips of her fingers with a glow that was as enchanting as the first rays of dawn. Devashree's heart fluttered at his words, her reflection in the mirror showing a mix of amusement and bashfulness. Her heart swelled at his proclamation, the corners of her lips twitching upwards in a smile that sought to hide yet reveal her delight.
"Secondly?" she inquired, her voice barely above a whisper, intrigued despite herself.
"Secondly," Krishna continued, observing the effect of his words with a mixture of pride and adoration, "creating such a divine makhan that even the gods would envy, yet not sharing it directly with your lord.
Devashree turned towards him, their gazes still locked.
"And the third and fourth?"
"For the audacity of gazing upon Dwarikadhish with such unabashed adoration, and then daring to look away, as if such beauty could ever be ignored," he declared, the playfulness in his tone masked by seriousness.
Devashree moved back slowly, her eyes meeting his in a silent conversation that spoke volumes.
"Guilty as charged, my lord," she admitted."And what does the lord suggest as a suitable punishment for these heinous crimes?" she asked, her voice steady but her heart racing.
Krishna got up with grace and closed the distance between them, his hand reaching out to gently caress the side of her face and tilting her chin up so that there was little distance between them.
"The crimes are great indeed. So the punishment must be given in two phases."
Devashree's breath hitched in her throat, the anticipation a tangible force between them. Her eyes, widened as she felt the wall behind her. He had effectively caged her in his arms.
"Your first punishment," Krishna said, his voice a soft whisper that seemed to caress her ears, "is that of a lifetime and beyond. You shall not spend a moment alone, for I shall be with you in every sunrise and every sunset, in every smile and every tear. Every dawn, every dusk, every moment in between will be shared, cherished, and revered. Your dreams will become mine to fulfill, and your tears, mine to wipe away. You will share your dreams with me, and I will share my silence with you. You will make makhan only for me, gaze only at me, and in return, I promise to cherish, protect, and love you with all the devotion and fervor that the universe can muster. Do you, the prisoner of my heart, accept this for eternity?"
"Yes, my lord," she breathed out, her words tinged with a mixture of reverence and love. "I accept your punishment, for there could be no greater joy than to spend a lifetime by your side. To be the prisoner of your heart is my heart's deepest desire."
"And your second punishment, Priye," he murmured, so close that his breath was a warm caress against her skin
"What is it?" She breathed in response to his intense gaze.
Krishna leaned in, closing the gap between them, and cupped Devashree's face in his hands.
The air they shared quivered with the tender electricity of their closeness as their lips met together,
Their lips met in a kiss that was a confluence of souls, a meeting of destinies-a kiss that transcended the physical realm to touch the essence of their beings.
It was soft, gentle, yet intense carrying the intensity of a storm-a storm of love, passion, and a yearning that had traversed lifetimes. Their lips moved together in an intimate dance, guided by the rhythm of their heartbeats.
As they finally parted, breathless and with their foreheads touching, a sigh escaped Devashree's lips.
"Your punishment is not over yet Priye." Krishna murmured in the dim light, his breath caressing her lips.
He moved his hand, covered in the soft, creamy makhan, towards the delicate arch of her neck and gently spread the smooth substance over her skin.
The coolness of the makhan contrasted with the warmth of his touch, sent a shiver down her spine.
His arm then slid around her bare waist, pulling her closer with a firm, yet tender, grip. She could feel the heat emanating from his body, enveloping her in a cocoon of warmth and desire.
As his lips approached her neck, a whisper of anticipation fluttered through her.
The moment his lips made contact, grazing lightly over her skin, a gasp escaped her lips, a sound mingled with surprise and an awakening desire. The sensation was electric, sparking a fire within her that she hadn't known before. His movements were deliberate, exploring the contours of her neck with a softness that belied the passion simmering beneath.
She found herself leaning into him, her body responding to his touch with an eagerness that thrilled her.
His lips, having whispered secrets against the tender skin of her neck, now trailed upwards, seeking the softness of her ear.
A breath, a murmur, escaped him, a sound so laden with emotion that it seemed to vibrate through her very core. She turned her face towards him, her eyes meeting his in a gaze that held the world of promises all swirling in the depths of their eyes.
In that gaze, time seemed to slow, the air around them thick with anticipation. Then, as if drawn by an unseen force, their lips met again in a kiss that was gentle at first, a tentative exploration of newfound territory. But as the initial restraint gave way to a growing need, the kiss deepened, and became more urgent. Their bodies moved closer, the heat between them building into a fervent blaze.
A sudden knock on the door snapped them back to the pressing reality of their surroundings.
Devashree's heart raced, not just from the closeness to Krishna but now from the adrenaline of potential discovery.
"Devashree, are you inside?" Her mother's voice, muffled through the thick wooden door, was laced with concern.
Panic surged through Devashree, her eyes flitting between Krishna and the window-their only escape from this delicate situation.
"Krishna, you must go!" she whispered urgently, her hands gently pushing him towards the window. The playfulness that had moments ago filled the room with warmth was replaced by a rush of anxiety.
"But-"
"No buts, quickly!" Her voice was a hushed plea, the seriousness of the moment etching itself across her features.
She pushed him towards the window but rather than climbing down, Krishna sat down on it.
Perched gracefully on the windowpane, a smirk played on his lips as he faced Devashree.
"No need to fear so much. You were always mine, Shree," he declared with a blend of affection and teasing, his voice a soft caress that belied the urgency of their situation.
"Oh, really? Would you dare say that to the one standing outside, my mother, your soon-to-be mother-in-law?" Her words, laced with challenge and a hint of triumph, seemed to hover in the air between them. Devashree, caught between annoyance and adoration, shot back with a challenge, her eyes alight with a mix of fear and excitement.
For a moment, Krishna's confident demeanor faltered, his playful smile fading into a thoughtful frown. The idea of confronting his mother-in-law in such a compromising situation was not part of his plans. His gaze shifted from Devashree to the door and back again, a rare moment of hesitation crossing his divine features.
"Why not?" Hesitant he was but he still answered.
"Fine then." Devashree grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the door.
"Arey Chanchale!! Kya kar rahi ho? Saasumaa kya sochengi? Pehle din he naak katwane ka irada hai kya?"
Devashree huffed and left his hand.
"Krishn "
"Haan haan Jaa raha hu"
With a final, longing look at Devashree, Krishna swung his legs back over the window sill, preparing to make his exit into the night. Capturing her hand in his for a brief moment, pressed a tender kiss to her palm. "Until next time, my beloved," he whispered, a promise hanging between them.
Then, with the agility and grace that were his alone, he disappeared into the velvet darkness of the night, leaving Devashree alone with her racing heart and the lingering warmth of his touch.
Breathing deeply, Devashree composed herself before finally opening the door to face her mother. Her cheeks still flushed from the evening's escapades, she was greeted by a look of maternal concern and curiosity.
"All is well, my child?" her mother inquired, her eyes searching Devashree's face for any sign of distress.
With a smile that held a multitude of secrets, Devashree reassured her, "All is well, Ma. Just a night of endless thoughts."
As Devashree's mother turned to leave, a sliver of moonlight fell across Devashree's neck, illuminating the glistening trail of makhan that Krishna had left behind. Her mother's steps faltered, and she turned back with a puzzled expression, her eyes drawn to the curious mark.
"What is this on your neck, Devashree?" her mother asked, her tone a mix of curiosity and concern as she stepped closer to inspect.
Caught off guard, Devashree's hands flew to her neck, her fingers brushing over the creamy residue. Her heart raced as she scrambled for an explanation, the remnants of her earlier exhilaration now giving way to panic.
"Oh, that... um, I was just trying a new kind of... skincare," Devashree stammered, her voice faltering under her mother's scrutinizing gaze. "You see, they say makhan is excellent for the skin, very... nourishing," she added hastily, hoping the concocted excuse would satisfy her mother's curiosity.
Her mother raised an eyebrow, her lips twitching in a barely suppressed smile at Devashree's flustered explanation. "Makhan for skincare? Now, that's something I haven't heard before," she remarked, her tone light with amusement.
Devashree met her mother's gaze, a blush creeping up her cheeks as she realized how implausible her explanation must sound. "Yes, well, I read about it somewhere... thought I'd give it a try," she added weakly, her fingers still tracing the now-fading mark on her neck.
Her mother watched her for a moment longer, her eyes softening with affection. "Well, if it makes you happy, my child. Just be sure not to waste too much makhan," she teased, her voice warm with maternal love and understanding.
With a gentle pat on Devashree's shoulder, her mother turned to leave, leaving Devashree sighing in relief at having navigated the potentially awkward interrogation.
As she closed the door behind her mother, Devashree leaned against it, a hand pressed to her racing heart.
As she touched the spot where Krishna's lips had been, a smile spread across her face, a smile that spoke of stolen moments, whispered promises, and the anticipation of a future filled with both challenges and boundless love.
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"Madhav is getting married Bhratashree and he has invited us!" Arjun exclaimed in joy.
As the Pandavas gathered in their hall, the air was alive with excitement. The invitation from Krishna had just been delivered, and it was being passed from hand to hand, each brother taking a moment to read it with a smile.
Yudhishthira, the eldest, held the letter last, his eyes reflecting a deep sense of joy and pride. "Krishna's marriage... This will be an event remembered for ages," he mused aloud, his voice filled with warmth.
Bheem, ever the boisterous one, couldn't contain his enthusiasm. "I can't wait to see who has managed to capture the heart of our Krishna. She must be quite extraordinary!" he said, almost bouncing on his heels.
"It's about time Madhav settled down. I am eager to meet the one who will stand by his side," Arjun added, his anticipation clear.
"Oh no no no no!" Nakul lamented in despair. " Oh my god! We have to leave tomorrow and I have no time to select the best clothes."
Sahadev rolled his eyes at his twin's dramatics.
"Nakul, you could wear a sack and still try to be the most handsome man in the room. Besides, this is Bhratashree Krishna's wedding, not a fashion contest," he teased.
"You don't understand, Sahadev. This is a royal wedding! And not just any royal wedding, but Jesth's! Everything needs to be perfect, including our appearances."
Arjuna, trying to suppress a smile, joined in, "Perhaps, Nakul, you should focus on what gift we should bring for Madhav and his bride. That might be a better use of your talents right now."
Nakula's hands flew to his hair, an expression of utter despair painted across his handsome features.
"But how can you all be so calm at a time like this?" he wailed, his distress genuine. "This is not just any wedding!
Sahadeva tried to hide his grin behind a hand, his eyes twinkling with amusement at his brother's theatrics.
"Nakul, my dear brother, your beauty needs no enhancement from fine clothes. But if it brings you peace, then by all means, dive into your wardrobe and emerge as the paragon of fashion you were born to be."
"But time!" Nakula paced back and forth, wringing his hands dramatically. "There is so little time and so much to do! The perfect attire, the perfect accessories... How is one to choose? And what of the gifts? They must be as perfect as our outfits, as perfect as the occasion demands!"
Arjuna, leaning against a pillar, could no longer hold back his laughter. "Nakul, only you could turn Madhav's wedding into a personal fashion crisis. But fear not, we shall all look splendid, and our gifts will befit the love and respect we hold for Krishna. Now, let us focus on what truly matters-celebrating our brother's joyous day."
Bheem clapped a giant hand on Nakul's shoulder, nearly toppling him over. "Come, brother, let's raid the kitchens. A hearty meal will surely help sharpen your fashion senses, and perhaps we can discuss our gifts over food."
Reluctantly, Nakul allowed himself to be steered towards the dining hall, his mind still a whirlwind of silks and jewels. Yet, amidst his concerns for appearances, the affection and excitement for Krishna's upcoming nuptials remained undiminished
Meanwhile, in Dwarka, the news of the invitation caused a flutter of excitement.
Subhadra, upon hearing of her brothers' invitation, became a beacon of joy, rushing through the palace to share the delightful news.
"Ma, Baba, bhabhi, everyone!" Subhadra exclaimed as she burst into the dining hall where Vasudev, Devki, and Revati were gathered. The joy in her voice was infectious, immediately capturing the attention of everyone present.
"What is it, Subhadra?" Rohini asked, her curiosity piqued by the evident excitement in her daughter's eyes.
"Bhrata Krishna and Bhrata Balarama have sent an invitation from Kripalakshaya. They're calling us for the betrothal celebrations and ceremonies!" Subhadra could barely contain her glee as she delivered the news, the parchment clutched in her hand waving emphatically.
The room buzzed with a surge of warmth and happiness at her words.
Vasudev and Devki shared a knowing glance, their hearts swelling with pride and joy for Krishna.
"Truly, this calls for a grand preparation. Our Krishna is taking a significant step forward," Vasudev mused, his voice laden with emotion.
"May Mahadev shower his blessings upon Krishna and Devashree. We must start our journey to Kripalakshaya at once," Devki added, her voice tinged with happiness.
Subhadra, bursting with energy, darted around the room where Revati was overseeing the preparations.
"Revati Bhabhi, have we ensured the silks for Bhabhishree are from our best weavers? They should be as vibrant as a dawn sky!"
Revati, arranging a set of delicate fabrics, replied with a smile, "Yes, Subhadra. The colors have been chosen by Matas themselves. Every detail matters today."
Subhadra, moving on to the next item on her mental checklist, asked, "And the jewelry? We must include that necklace of uncut diamonds and emeralds.!"
"Already included," Revati confirmed, her eyes twinkling. "Devarji would want nothing less for his beloved. Each piece is chosen to reflect her grace and strength."
Meanwhile, in the kitchens, Devki instructed the head cook, "Don't forget the sandesh and kaju katli. Oh, and jars of honey and ghee."
As the evening progressed and the preparations were nearly complete, Vasudev penned a letter with Devki by his side. "Let's make sure we express our happiness and blessings for Devashree. This letter is our warm embrace welcoming her into our family."
With everything ready, Revati and Subhadra surveyed the room filled with gifts and delicacies. Subhadra remarked, "This shagun... it's our family's heart extended to hers. I am sure it would convey our love, care, and unity to her."
As the chariot of Dwarka made its grand entrance into the gates of Kripalakshaya, the atmosphere was charged with anticipation. Devashree, adorned in the colors of the dawn, stood gracefully, her heart fluttering with the excitement of welcoming the family of her beloved.
Among the first to alight were Vasudev and Devaki, their presence commanding silence and respect.
As they stepped down, their eyes met Devashree's, and a profound moment of recognition passed between them. It was a reunion that transcended time and circumstance, harking back to a moment of bravery and compassion in the darkest of places-Kamsa's prison.
Devashree, with all the humility befitting her stature and the profound respect she held for them, gracefully bent down to touch their feet.
"Rise, my child," Devaki said, her voice soft yet laced with the strength of her spirit. With a gentle hand, she lifted Devashree, their eyes locking in a silent exchange of mutual respect and affection. Cradling her face in her palms she told her," You had steeled our hope in prison in the darkest of our time. We couldn't be more happy with this union."
Vasudev, standing beside his wife, his demeanor embodying the wisdom and calm that had guided his actions through tumultuous times, placed a hand on Devashree's shoulder.
"Your bravery in the face of darkness has not been forgotten. The way you stood by your friend, ensuring her safety, spoke volumes of the depth of your character," he stated, his voice echoing the pride and admiration they both felt.
The onlookers, witnessing this exchange, were moved by the palpable warmth and genuine affection that flowed freely. It was a testament to Devashree's inherent goodness and the respect she commanded from all who knew her story.
Devaki leaned in, whispering, "Your courage and kindness have left an indelible mark on our hearts. It is a joy beyond words to see you unite with our Krishna, for in you, we see the strength, grace, and love that will stand by him."
As another chariot slowed, coming to a halt at the entrance of the palace, Subhadra could wait no longer. Without a second thought, she sprang from her chariot with the agility of a young deer, her feet barely touching the ground before she was off, running towards the welcoming party.
Her sudden leap and dash caught the guards and attendants by surprise, but her joyful laughter and the light in her eyes were infectious. They couldn't help but smile at the sight of her enthusiasm.
Subhadra's eyes roamed curiously, searching for Devashree.
Finally, her gaze landed on a figure that stood out for its serene grace and beauty-Devashree. Subhadra's heart leaped; this was the moment she had been waiting for.
Without a moment's hesitation, Subhadra darted through the crowd, her youthful energy making the elders smile at her eagerness. She came to a halt in front of Devashree, her wide eyes taking in the princess who would soon be her sister-in-law.
"Pranipat, I'm Subhadra," she said, barely containing her excitement. "You're going to be my bhabhi, right? Krishna Bhaiya has told me so much about you!"
Devashree, charmed by the young girl's fervor, returned the greeting with equal warmth. "Pranipaat, Subhadra. I've heard so much about you. I feel as if I already know you," she said, her voice soft and welcoming.
Subhadra beamed, delighted by Devashree's warmth. "Are you going to live with us in Dwarka? Can you tell me stories? Do you know how to play chausar? Krishna Bhaiya says you're very brave. He says you're the bravest and kindest person he knows. I can't wait to spend time with you and hear all your stories," she said, practically bouncing on the spot with excitement.
Devashree chuckled, charmed by Subhadra's barrage of questions. "Yes, I'll be coming to Dwarka. And I promise to tell you all the stories you want to hear. As for chausar, you'll have to teach me, and maybe you can share some of your adventures with me too."
Subhadra, her face lit up with a bright smile, nodded eagerly. "I will! I have so many stories to tell you. You're going to love Dwarka!"
Just then, Krishna arrived, his eyes softening at the sight of his sister and his beloved getting along so well. "I see you've already become fast friends," he said, his voice tinged with affection.
Subhadra looked up at Krishna and then back at Devashree. "Bhabhi is amazing, Bhrata Krishna ! I'm going to show her everything in Dwarka!"
Krishna laughed, his heart full. "I have no doubt you will, Subhadra. Come, let's go; there's much to prepare and celebrate."
As they walked back to join the others, Devashree's hand in Krishna's and Subhadra chattering excitedly by their side, the bond of the family grew stronger, weaving them closer in the fabric of love and unity that would define their lives together.
Soon another chariot arrived, close on their heels were the Pandavas, the illustrious brothers from Hastinapur, their chariots rolling in with equal fanfare.
"Krishna, it's a joy to be here," said Yudhishthira, the eldest Pandava, clasping Krishna's hands. "Your happiness is our own."
"And where is this brave princess who has won our Krishna's heart? We are eager to meet her." Bheem, with his usual joviality, boomed
Krishna's eyes twinkled with mirth and love. "Ah, she awaits, let me introduce you to the one who has indeed captured my heart."
Devashree stood, the very picture of grace and beauty. Her attire, a delicate blend of tradition and elegance, complemented the natural glow of her being.
As she turned to face the arriving group, her eyes found Krishna's, and in that moment, a silent communication of love passed between them.
"Brothers" Krishna began, his gaze sweeping over the Pandavas before resting back on Devashree, "this is Devashree, princess of Kripalakshaya, and soon, my wife."
The air was filled with murmurs of admiration and joyous exclamations as everyone stepped forward to greet Devashree.
Krishna, with his ever-welcoming demeanor, stood ready to introduce his dear brothers to Devashree.
Among the brothers, one figure stood slightly apart, his gaze fixed intently on Devashree as if searching her features for a memory tucked away in the recesses of his heart.
"Devashree," Krishna began, his voice carrying the warmth of genuine camaraderie, "allow me to introduce you to the noble brothers of Hastinapur, the Pandavas."
One by one, the Pandavas stepped forward, offering their greetings and well-wishes. However, it was Arjuna's turn that the air seemed to thicken with anticipation.
As he stepped forward, his gaze locked with Devashree's, a silent recognition flickered between them, an unspoken acknowledgment of a past encounter that had left an indelible mark on their souls.
"Arjun, this is Devashree," Krishna said, unaware of the undercurrents of emotion swirling between them."And here, Devashree, is Arjuna, the mightiest archer, my dear friend and brother."
As Arjuna stepped forward, time seemed to slow.
Their eyes met, and recognition flared like a spark in dry tinder. Memories of a moment by a stream, of grief shared and comfort given, flooded back with overwhelming clarity.
Devashree's heart thudded loudly in her chest, her eyes widening as she whispered, "Shwetrajatan?"
Arjuna, equally stunned, felt a rush of emotions he hadn't anticipated. The warrior in him recognized the fighter in her, but the man recognized something far deeper-a connection forged in a moment of vulnerability and strength. "Devashree," he breathed out, the name feeling like a benediction on his lips.
A hush fell over the assembled crowd, sensing the gravity of the moment, the recognition of souls that had once offered solace to one another.
Kunti, observing this exchange, felt a mother's intuition stir within her. She had always known her Arjuna's heart was vast enough to recognize and remember kindness, and here was the proof, standing before her, in the form of Devashree.
"Is there a story here?" Bheem boomed, breaking the spell, his eyes twinkling with curiosity and mischief.
Yudhishthir, ever the voice of wisdom, laid a hand on Bhima's shoulder, silencing him. "Some stories," he said softly, "are told in the silence between words, in the meeting of eyes. Let us give our brother and Devashree their moment."
Nakul and Sahadev, ever the observers, exchanged knowing looks. They had seen their brother's capacity for deep, empathetic connections, and Devashree's presence seemed to evoke that part of him anew.
Subhadra, ever excited, clapped her hands in delight. "Oh, how wonderful! You must tell us how you know our future sister!"
Krishna, seizing the opportunity, wrapped an arm around Devashree's shoulders, drawing her close.
"Indeed, Arjun, share with us the tale of your meeting. It seems you've made quite the impression."
Arjun, gathering his thoughts, shared the story of their encounter by the stream-of sorrow shared, wisdom imparted, and a bond formed in the unlikeliest of circumstances.
As he spoke, the Pandavas and the family of Kripalakshaya listened, enraptured by the tale of serendipity and the kindness of strangers that wasn't so strange after all.
Kunti, moved by the story, approached Devashree, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.
"My child, to offer solace to my son in his time of need, you have already shown yourself to be family. You have my blessings, now and always. To have touched the lives of so many, to have been a beacon of hope to my son in his time of need, you are indeed a blessing.""
"Krishna, my child," she began, her voice carrying the warmth of a mother's love, "Your choice of bride speaks volumes of the depth of your heart."
Devashree bowed her head in respect, touched by Kunti's words.
"It is I who am blessed, to be welcomed into such a noble family and to stand by Krishna's side."
Kunti then embraced Devashree, an acceptance of a gesture that spoke volumes of her approval and affection.
Arjun, witnessing this exchange, felt a surge of respect for Devashree.
It wasn't just her wisdom or her compassion that moved him but her ability to bring people together, to heal, and to unite. It was a trait that reminded him of Krishna, and in that moment, he knew Krishna had found his perfect counterpart.
Bheem, ever eager to lighten the mood, clapped his hands together.
"Well, now that formalities are out of the way, when do we feast? I've heard tales of Kripalakshaya's hospitality, and I'm eager to test them myself!"
Laughter erupted around them, easing any lingering tensions.
Nakul and Sahadev, the youngest, chimed in, their youthful energy adding to the vibrancy of the gathering.
"And we mustn't forget the dancing! What's a celebration without a little competition, right?" Nakul teased, winking at Sahadev.
Sahadeva nodded, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Indeed, brother. Perhaps we can convince Jesth Krishna to show us some of his famed dance moves."
Krishna laughed, joining in the playful banter. "You shall have your feast and your dance, but be warned, the Pandavas might just find themselves outmatched on both fronts!"
After the formal introductions were concluded, the Pandavas gathered a short distance away, their gazes still occasionally drifting towards Devashree, who was engaged in a light-hearted conversation with Krishna and other members of her family.
The air was charged with an unspoken consensus among the brothers: they were utterly captivated by Devashree's grace and poise.
"Brothers," Arjun started, his voice low, almost in awe, "have you ever beheld a presence so commanding, yet so filled with grace?"
Bheem nodded solemnly.
"She carries herself like the goddesses of old. There's a strength in her, a kind of majesty that's both inspiring and a bit intimidating."
"She is indeed remarkable. A fitting match for Krishna, don't you think? It takes a remarkable person to stand beside him, and she... she is more than worthy." Yudhishthir added.
"Did you notice the way bhabhishree speaks? There's wisdom there, and a kindness that seems to light her from within. It's like she sees the heart of things."Nakul, the most observant of the lot, chimed in.
"And her smile... It's as if the sun decided to take a human form for a while. I can see why bharata Krishna is so drawn to our Bhabhishree." Sahadeva, the youngest, smiled wistfully
Arjun, still caught in his thoughts, sighed.
"Yes, she is all of that. It's clear that their souls are intertwined, destined to be together. I can only imagine the love stories that will be told about them."
Bheem let out a laugh.
"Well, I just hope their children inherit her grace and his mischievous charm. Can you imagine the trouble they'd cause?"
The brothers shared a laugh, the conversation easing the initial awe they felt.
As they turned back to rejoin the others, their admiration for Devashree remained, but now it was tinged with a sense of familial affection and respect. They looked forward to getting to know her better, to seeing the woman who had captured their dear friend Krishna's heart.
In the midst of all the family and friends, Krishna found himself yearning for a quiet moment with Devashree. His attempts, however, were soon thwarted by an unexpected, yet formidable, obstacle-his sister Subhadra.
Just as Krishna made his way towards Devashree, intending to steal her away for a stolen moment of togetherness, Subhadra appeared seemingly out of nowhere.
With a mischievous glint in her eye, she linked arms with Devashree, declaring, "Come, bhabhi There are so many preparations we need to discuss. And some secret women's business too."
Krishna's protest was immediate, his voice laced with feigned indignation.
"But Subhadra, I was just about to-"
Subhadra cut him off with a wave of her hand, her smile widening. "Oh no, dear brother. You've monopolized enough of Bhabhishree's time. It's our turn now."
Before Krishna could formulate a response, Devki, their mother, joined the fray, her tone firm yet teasing.
"Krishna, haven't you heard? It's bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding ceremony. You wouldn't want to jinx your own wedding, would you?"
Krishna, finding himself outnumbered and outmaneuvered, feigned a dramatic sigh.
"Ah, what tortures these traditions subject me to. Am I to be denied even a glimpse of my beloved?"
Balarama, overhearing the exchange, chuckled and clapped Krishna on the back.
"Oh, brother, consider it the first of many sacrifices you'll make in the name of love. Welcome to married life!"
The family erupted into laughter, including Devashree, who cast a fond look back at Krishna as Subhadra led her away.
Krishna, meanwhile, stood in mock despair, shaking his head. "Betrayed by my own flesh and blood. Is there no justice in this world?"
Devki wrapped an arm around Krishna, her laughter softening into a warm smile. "Patience, putra, The wait will make the reunion all the sweeter. Now, go and help your brother with the guests. That's an order from your mother."
Krishna bowed playfully, his heart light despite the teasing. "As you command, Mata. But know this-my heart remains with my beloved."
The family watched him go, their teasing giving way to smiles of affection.
Krishna might have been the all-knowing, all-powerful Dwarikadhish, but in that moment, he was simply a man in love, eagerly awaiting the moment he could be reunited with his bride.
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The air was thick with the fragrance of turmeric, sandalwood, and flowers, mingling with the sounds of laughter and traditional songs that resonated through the palace courtyards. Garlands of marigolds adorned the walls, their bright orange hues echoing the warmth and happiness that filled every corner.
At the center of this jubilant gathering stood Krishna, the bridegroom, dressed in a simple, white dhoti that contrasted starkly with the colorful festivities around him. His usual regal demeanor was replaced with a playful grin, his cheeks adorning flecks of haldi.
Family members, close friends, and the Pandavas, who had arrived especially for the ceremony, gathered around, each holding a small bowl filled with the golden haldi paste.
With a conspiratorial wink at Subhadra and the Pandavas, who were all too eager to partake in this playful vendetta, Balarama approached Krishna, his hands hidden behind his back, harboring a sizable amount of the haldi paste.
"Ah, my dear Kahna" Balarama began, his voice dripping with feigned innocence, "Do you recall the amount of haldi you applied on me during my ceremony? How could I ever forget such a heartfelt gesture?"
Krishna, recognizing the mischief in Balarama's eyes, tried to make a swift retreat but was quickly encircled by his friends and family, effectively trapping him in the center of the circle.
"Dau, I assure you, whatever I did was with pure intentions," Krishna protested with a laugh, trying to dodge his elder brother's advancing hands.
Behind Krishna, Arjun and Nakul approached Krishna without making any sound and swiftly grabbed his arms.
"Go ahead no Jesth Bhrata Balram" Arjun urged with a smirk, securing Krishna in place.
With a swift movement, he smeared the thick, fragrant paste over Krishna's face, ensuring not an inch was spared. "Then consider this as my heart being just as full!" Balarama declared, as everyone around burst into uncontrollable laughter.
Subhadra and the Pandavas joined in, each taking their turn to add more haldi to Krishna, under the guise of 'blessings and good wishes.' Even the elders couldn't help but chuckle at the sight, their hearts light with the happiness that filled the air.
Krishna, now resembling a radiant sun with the amount of haldi adorning him, accepted his playful fate with grace.
"I suppose this is justice served," he conceded, his laughter mingling with the sounds of joy that surrounded him.
Balarama, looking at his handiwork, felt a sense of satisfaction.
While smearing haldi on Krishna's face,a smuge of haldi inadvertently found its way onto Arjun's cheek.
"Ah, Arjun, it seems the haldi has chosen you next," Krishna declared, his voice loud enough for all to hear, drawing the attention of the gathering towards Arjun.
"Could this be an omen? Perhaps the gods are hinting that you are to be next."
Arjun, caught off guard by the sudden spotlight, wiped at his cheek with a grin, playing along.
"Krishna, if the gods are indeed sending signs, I hope they also dispatch some wisdom on how to handle the stony path of marriage."
The haldi ceremony, filled with laughter, playful antics, and heartfelt blessings, served not only as a rite of passage for Krishna but also as a cherished memory that each person present would hold dear.
When the haldi arrived at Devashree's palace, it was greeted with a soft murmur of excitement among the women gathered for the ceremony. Devashree's mother, smiling warmly, received the haldi with reverence, her eyes gleaming with unshed tears of joy.
"Look, Devashree," she said, holding the vessel of haldi gently. "This haldi has adorned Krishna, and now it will bless you, linking you both even before your union.
As the ceremony commenced, each woman took turns applying the haldi on Devashree's cheeks, forehead, arms, and feet, each touch a prayer for her well-being and a wish for her future. Laughter and traditional songs filled the air, the atmosphere light yet charged with the weight of the tradition being honored.
Devashree's brothers, Dharmendra and Pratap, stepped forward, their eyes gleaming with mischief and love. Dharmendra, the elder of the two, held the bowl of the auspicious haldi, a teasing smile playing on his lips.
"Dearest anuja," Dharmendra began, his voice laced with feigned solemnity, "this is a moment of great importance. As your brothers, it is our duty to ensure that this haldi not only brings you the blessings of Krishna but also our own wishes for your happiness."
Pratap, unable to contain his excitement, jumped in, "And we've decided to make sure it's applied properly!"
Before Devashree could respond, the brothers, with exaggerated care, began applying the haldi to her cheeks.
Dharmendra's application was gentle, his touches light and filled with the warmth of his affection.
Pratap, on the other hand, couldn't resist adding a bit more haldi than necessary, painting her cheeks with broad, enthusiastic strokes that drew laughter from everyone around.
"It is said the more haldi, the more the glow," Dharmendra teased, his eyes twinkling with fondness.
"And we want our sister to outshine the moon on her wedding day," Pratap added, his own application of the paste a bit more gentle, though no less thorough.
Amidst her laughter and mild protests, Devashree turned to Adhiraj, her grandfather, seeking an ally.
"Pitamah, look at what they're doing! Save me from these two," she pleaded, her eyes gleaming with playful challenge.
Adhiraj, who had been watching the scene unfold with a broad smile, nodded sagely.
"Indeed, my child, it seems you require some rescue. But let us not forget that revenge is a dish best served... with haldi!"
Adhiraj's eyes twinkled with an unspoken secret. The family's amusement reached its peak when, with a knowing smile, Adhiraj made his way toward a seemingly innocent-looking curtain hanging on one side of the courtyard.
"Now, now, my dear grandsons," he began, his voice carrying a note of mirth that piqued everyone's curiosity.
"You thought your old Pitamah was out of tricks? Well, let me show you that experience always has the upper hand."
With a swift, calculated movement, Adhiraj pulled on a hidden string attached to the curtain.
Instantaneously, a giant bubble, ingeniously hidden and filled to the brim with haldi paste, burst overhead. The explosion of color was immediate, showering Dharmendra and Pratap in a deluge of golden paste, much to the shock and delight of all present.
The courtyard erupted into peals of laughter as Dharmendra and Pratap stood, drenched from head to toe in haldi, their expressions a mix of surprise and realization that they had been splendidly outmaneuvered by their grandfather.
Adhiraj, thoroughly pleased with his successful surprise, clapped his hands together in glee. "There! A lesson in humility and the art of surprise," he exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with joy.
Dharmendra, wiping haldi from his eyes, couldn't help but laugh. "Pitamah, you win. We never saw that coming!" he conceded, his earlier facade of dignity washed away in the tide of golden paste.
Pratap, equally drenched and slightly sputtering, managed to find his voice amidst his laughter. "Truly, Pitamah, you are the master of mischief. We're not worthy!" he said, bowing dramatically in a pool of haldi.
Devashree, who had been an amused spectator to the entire affair, clapped her hands in delight. "Well done, Pitamah! You are the best. I couldn't have asked for better revenge," she said, her laughter mingling with that of her family.
As Krishna and Devashree prepared to go to sleep that night, they could only think of each other.
With every beat of my heart, I pray for guidance, for strength, to be the pillar he can lean on, the peace he seeks, in the cacophony of the world.
And I, in return, vow to be her harbor in the storm, the laughter in her joy, the solace in her sorrow, a partnership forged in the heavens.
Together, they stand on the cusp of eternity, hearts intertwined, ready to embark on life's greatest adventure, their marriage-a testament to love's enduring power.
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A/N
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*INVITATION*
Om Ganeshhaya Namah
You are cordially invited to partake in the celestial festivities and bear witness to the divine union of two souls, whose love story is etched in the annals of time and celebrated across the realms.
Dwarkadhish Shri Krishna, the beacon of divine charm, the protector of dharma, and the cherished jewel of the Yaduvanshis, is set to weave his destiny with that of
Rajkumari Devashree, the radiant moon of Kripalakshaya, whose elegance is lauded by the heavens, and whose bravery resounds in the echoes of eternity.
In eager anticipation of your esteemed presence to celebrate this momentous union,
The Royal Family of Kripalakshaya
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Special Appearances By:
Lord Mahadev, taking a brief pause from his meditation.
Goddess Parvati to ensure her son doesn't eat too many ladoos
Lord Ganesha, ensuring all obstacles are swept away and eat all the ladoos.
Kartikeya, standing guard, lest any unwelcome suitors make a last-minute dash for our bride's hand.
Kindly let us know if you'll grace us with your presence. If you're bringing extra guests, ensure they're not demons or mischievous sprites. We have enough of those on the guest list already.
Be ready to indulge in a feast so lavish, even Maharishi Durvasa has promised to leave with a smile.
Gifts are entirely unnecessary; your presence is the most cherished present. However, should you feel compelled, a pot of makhan is always appreciated by the groom.
Bring out your finest attire, but remember, no one outshines the bride.
Warning: Attempting to outshine the bride may result in being subject to Narad Muni's endless tales.
P.S. Prompt arrival is appreciated. Lord Shiva has graciously agreed to pause time, but only for a moment.
P.P.S. Kindly leave your vahanas at the celestial parking. Space is limited, and Indra's elephant takes up quite a bit of room.
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