The first rays of the morning sun bathed the palace of Dwarika in a golden glow, illuminating its grand pillars and intricate walls. The entire palace had been transformed into a vision of celebration. Cascades of flowers-marigolds, roses, and jasmine-adorned every pillar and archway. Vibrant colors from silken banners and drapes accentuated the regal beauty of the structure. Intricate rangolis adorned the corridors, and richly embroidered carpets covered the floors, leading to the grand open mandap in the palace courtyard.

The air buzzed with excitement as maids hurried through the halls, carrying trays laden with flowers, perfumes, and sweets. The people of Dwarika filled the streets outside, their laughter and joy creating an atmosphere of unrestrained festivity. The Yadav and Pandav families had gathered for a momentous occasion-the marriage of Arjun and Subhadra, and Karn and Jhanvi.

The mandap stood at the heart of the courtyard, an opulent structure draped in golden fabric and surrounded by an abundance of flowers. Beneath its shade, a sacred fire crackled softly, its flames waiting to witness the union of two couples bound by love and destiny.

Yudhisthir, Bheem, Nakul, and Sahdev mingled with the guests, their wives accompanying them. Draped in finery, they exchanged pleasantries with the Yadav royals and other distinguished attendees. Rukmini and Revati moved among the servants, overseeing the arrangement of sweets and delicacies for the grand feast. Krishna and Balram, ever the gracious hosts, welcomed the guests with warm smiles and easy conversation.

The kingdom was alive with joy, and the courtyard buzzed with chatter and laughter as the time for the ceremony drew near.

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The sound of conch shells announced the beginning of the rituals. From one end of the courtyard, the Pandavs accompanied Arjun as he walked toward the mandap. Draped in a plain white dhoti with a deep green angavastra, Arjun radiated pride and confidence. His brothers walked beside him, their presence signifying their bond. As Arjun approached the mandap, his gaze found Subhadra, who emerged from the opposite end of the courtyard.

Subhadra, dressed in a stunning crimson sari adorned with gold embroidery, walked gracefully beside Balram. Her cheeks turned pink as she met Arjun's gaze, a small, shy smile playing on her lips. When he winked at her, she looked away quickly, her blush deepening.

From another path came Krishna, walking with Jhanvi. Jhanvi wore a radiant yellow sari, and her hair was adorned with fragrant jasmine flowers. Her steps were light, but her narrowed eyes darted toward Krishna as he leaned closer with a mischievous smile.

Krishna:- Jhanvi, where is your groom? Has he gotten cold feet?

He said softly. Jhanvi gave him a sharp look but then glanced around the crowd. Karn was nowhere to be seen.

Jhanvi :- He was supposed to meet me here.

Her voice tinged with annoyance, making Krishna chuckle,

Krishna :- Perhaps he got lost in your beauty.

Jhanvi rolled her eyes, but a faint smile tugged at her lips as they reached the mandap. Balram turned to the Pandavs, his brows furrowing slightly.

Balram :- Where is your eldest brother?

He asked, his voice carrying a hint of concern. The Pandavs exchanged puzzled looks. Yudhisthir raised a hand helplessly, while Draupadi, who stood nearby, shook her head, her questioning gaze mirroring Balram's.

Before anyone could say more, two young voices rang out, carrying through the courtyard.

"He's with us!"

Came the gleeful cries of Dhruvsen and Prasen. Heads turned toward the entrance as Karn emerged, flanked by his sons, their small hands tugging at his angavastra as they guided him toward the mandap. Laughter rippled through the crowd as they took in Karn's appearance.

He wore a rather unusual combination: a pink angavastra draped over his shoulders, a deep red dhoti, and an assortment of jewels that seemed to clash with each other. His arms bore golden armlets, his chest gleamed with a heavy necklace, and his wrists jingled with multiple bangles. A lopsided crown rested precariously on his head.

Dhruvsen and Prasen, beaming with pride, walked beside him, their hands resting on their hips like accomplished artists.

Dhruvsen :- We dressed him!

He declared loudly, puffing out his chest.

Prasen :- Yes! We made sure he looked like a real king for the wedding!

The courtyard erupted in laughter. Balram clutched his sides, unable to contain himself.

Balram :- Karn, you look magnificent! Truly, your sons have outdone themselves.

He said between chuckles. Krishna joined in the laughter, his eyes twinkling.

Krishna :- A true warrior king, I dare say you might set a new fashion trend in Dwarika.

He said, his voice laced with humor. Karn, ever gracious, smiled sheepishly and gave his sons a fond glance.

Karn :- They insisted, who was I to refuse?

He said, shrugging. The festive air of the ceremony did little to calm Jhanvi's restless thoughts as she stood with her arms folded, watching Karn approach the stage.



Prasen and Dhruvsen held his hands on either side, their youthful enthusiasm contrasting with the mature, battle - worn demeanor of their father. Karn's face bore the marks of a life lived on the battlefield - scarred, resolute, and etched with wisdom - but to Jhanvi, he was still the man she had fallen in love with all those years ago.

The man who had once been brash and hot-headed, quick to anger but equally quick to love, was now tempered by time and trials. She couldn't help but feel a pang of longing for that younger version of him - the warrior with unshakable pride and fiery determination. Yet, as she looked at him now, she realized that she loved this version of Karn just as much, if not more. His battles had not diminished him; they had only made him stronger.

As Karn climbed the steps to the mandap, Jhanvi's eyes lingered on him. The way he glanced at her, his face breaking into an apologetic smile, made her heart soften.

"Why is he taking so long to reach me?"

She wondered with a small, wry smile of her own. Her heart ached, not with sadness, but with the weight of all that had led them to this moment.

She thought back to the days when she had first met him - his impassioned arguments, his unyielding sense of honor, and his laughter that could fill the air with warmth. She had waited for this day for so long, and now that it was finally here, she found herself unexpectedly nervous. "Am I ready for this?" she asked herself. "Of course, I am. I've always been ready."

Karn reached the stage and gently ruffled Prasen and Dhruvsen's hair, whispering something to them that made them giggle before they ran off to sit with Draupadi. Jhanvi smiled at the sight. He's always been good with children, she thought.

"Our children will adore him."

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In the front row, Draupadi sat silently, her hands resting on her lap as she watched Karn and Jhanvi approach the sacred fire. The priests had begun chanting, their voices resonating through the mandap as Balram directed the guests to their seats. Draupadi's gaze lingered on Karn, but her heart felt strangely still. She had expected to feel something - perhaps sadness or anger, or even a flicker of jealousy. But there was nothing. No bitterness, no pain, no resentment.

Instead, she felt an odd sense of attachment, as though she and Jhanvi were the same person, as though their stories had always been intertwined.

"It is as if I am not sitting here among the guests, but beside him"

She thought, her fingers absentmindedly brushing the hem of her sari. She had always known that Karn was more than just her husband. He was a force of nature, a man destined for greatness, and her role in his life had always been one of quiet support and understanding.

Her thoughts turned to Krishna, seated a few rows behind her. He was laughing softly, sharing a quiet moment with Rukmini. His earlier words echoed in her mind, words that had once puzzled her but now seemed to make perfect sense.

"Karn is Bharat, and you are his Mandavi, he had said. Your role in his journey is far greater than you yet understand."

Draupadi glanced over her shoulder at Krishna, and their eyes met. His smile was knowing, his gaze steady. She offered him a small, uncertain smile, and he responded with a nod, as if to say, You will understand, don't worry.

The priests gestured for Jhanvi and Karn to sit beside the sacred fire. As the couple took their places, the air around them seemed to grow quieter, as though the world itself had paused to witness this moment. The chanting grew louder, the rhythm of the mantras echoing deeply within the gathering. Balram, standing near the couple, gestured to the priests to proceed.

Balram :- Let us not delay any longer. We've waited long enough for this day.

He said with a grin. The guests murmured in agreement, their anticipation palpable. Subhadra and Arjun exchanged shy smiles, their bond evident in their shared glances. Jhanvi and Karn, meanwhile, radiated a quiet confidence, their mutual respect and love shining brightly. Balram, watching the scene with pride, leaned toward Krishna.

Balram :- This is a day to remember. Finally, I can take a breathe of relief, our sisters will be happy and I will be content.

Krishna nodded, his gaze warm as he watched the couples.

Krishna :- Indeed. It is a union of love and dharm - a perfect balance.

As the rituals continued, Jhanvi found herself glancing at Draupadi. Their eyes met briefly, and an unspoken understanding passed between them. In that moment, Jhanvi realized that Draupadi's presence was not a shadow on her happiness, but a source of strength.

She and I are bound by more than just Karn, Jhanvi thought. We are bound by the life we share with him, by the challenges we have faced, and by the love that ties us all together.

Draupadi, sensing Jhanvi's thoughts, smiled faintly and nodded. It was a gesture of acceptance, of peace. Whatever emotions Draupadi had harbored in the past were no longer relevant. She had found her own place in Karn's life, and she was content.

As the ceremony reached its end, the priests instructed Karn and Jhanvi to rise and take their vows. They circled the sacred fire, their hands joined, their movements deliberate. With each step, Jhanvi felt a weight lifting from her heart - a lifetime of waiting, of longing, finally replaced by the joy of fulfillment.

Karn's voice was steady as he repeated his vows, his words carrying the strength of his commitment. Jhanvi's voice, though softer, held the same determination. As they exchanged garlands, their eyes met, and in that moment, the world around them seemed to fade away.

The ceremony concluded with a final blessing from the priests, and the courtyard erupted in applause and cheers. Flower petals rained down upon the couple as they turned to face their families, their smiles radiant.

As the ceremony concluded, the priests raised their hands in blessing, and the couples stood, their foreheads adorned with sacred tilak. The courtyard erupted in cheers as the families gathered around to offer their congratulations. Balram approached Karn, patting him on the back.

Balram :- Welcome to the family, Karn, and thank you for bringing joy to my sister.

He said warmly, Karn smiled.

Karn :- It is an honor to be part of your family.

He replied. He then glanced at Krishna, who gave him an approving nod. Turning to Arjun, Balram placed a hand on his shoulder.

Balram :- And you, little brother - in - law, take good care of Subhadra, or you'll answer to me.

He said with a grin, making Arjun laugh.

Arjun :- I'll remember that, Dau.

The family gathered for a group embrace, their laughter and joy filling the air as the celebrations continued. In that moment, surrounded by love and unity, the bonds between the Yadavs and Pandavs felt unbreakable.

"Karn!"

A voice reached his ears and he turned to the source, his eyes widening with surprise and a smile forming on his lips.

His very first love, his guardian, his caretaker.... his beloved mother Radha stood there, with tears in her eyes as she watched him. Beside her stood Adhirath, they watched him with pride in their eyes seeing their son, as a king, getting married.

Karn walked towards her and slowly touched their feet, Radha made him stand and caressed his face before pulling him in a hug.

Radha :- I'm so happy for you my son! You've always been my pride, my treasure.

Karn :- Had it not been for you, I would've been a forgotten tale, you took me with you, raised me to be the man I am, and no matter what the world knows me to be, I will always be your son, your Vasusen.

He said breaking the hug and wiped her tears. Jhanvi came towards them and took Radha's blessings.

Radha :- May you both have a long and happy married life, have so many children, but I heard you already have one....

Just then, Prasen ran to stand in between his parents,

Prasen :- It's me.

Jhanvi laughed, her heart lighter than it had been in years. As she looked around at her family - her husband, her brothers, her sons - she knew that this was the beginning of a new chapter. One filled with love, unity, and hope for the future.



Karn stepped into the room, his breath catching as he took in the sight before him. The chamber had been transformed into a haven of beauty and warmth. Flowers of every shade adorned the walls, their fragrance mingling with the scent of exotic perfumes that lingered in the air. Silk drapes swayed gently with the night breeze, casting flickering shadows under the soft glow of candlelight.

His eyes traveled to the grand bed at the center of the room, where Jhanvi sat, her face covered with a delicate veil. His heart pounded, knowing that after years of battle, duty, and longing, she was finally his—his love, his wife.

Slowly, he walked towards her, each step heavy with anticipation. As he sat beside her, he reached out, his fingers grazing the fine fabric of her veil before lifting it gently. The moment their eyes met, Jhanvi blushed, her cheeks dusted with the softest pink. Karn couldn’t help but smile at her shyness. Breaking the silence, he murmured,

Karn :- I have been thinking… what is the use of all these formalities? It’s not like we were strangers before getting married.

Jhanvi’s eyes widened in surprise. For a moment, she simply stared at him, then, with a playful huff, she let the veil slip down her shoulders.

Jhanvi :- Unbelievable! I have been sitting here imagining all the romantic things you would say to me, and you just ruined the moment!

She exclaimed, slapping his arm lightly. Karn chuckled, amused by her indignation. He caught her hand and brought it to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to her palm. His voice was soft,

Karn :- Then let me make sure I don't ruin any more moments...

Her heart fluttered at his words, and she barely had a moment to react before his hands held her waist, he leaned closer, his gaze dropping to her lips. Slowly, she closed her eyes, her breath growing unsteady as he drew nearer. Just before their lips could meet—

Knock.

Karn froze. His brows furrowed as he pulled back slightly, exchanging a confused glance with Jhanvi. Who could possibly be at their door at this hour? He sighed and stood up, making his way to the door. As he opened it, he was met with the grinning faces of Nakul and his wife.

Nakul :- Jeysth, we thought you might be thirsty.

He said, holding up a silver glass of milk. His eyes twinkled with mischief.

Awantika :- And we wanted to wish you a memorable night.

She added, barely suppressing her giggles. Karn exhaled sharply, taking the glass.

Karn :- Thank you, dear brother.

He said dryly, his patience already beginning to wear thin. As they turned to leave, Nakul glanced back over his shoulder.

Nakul :- Oh, by the way… have you done anything yet?

Karn’s glare made Nakul laugh as he disappeared down the hall. Closing the door, Karn shook his head and set the glass aside before returning to Jhanvi.

Karn :- Now, where were we?

He murmured, cupping her face gently. She smiled, tilting her head up in invitation, Karn leaned into her, their faces just inches apart, he could feel her breaths in anticipation. Just as their lips were about to meet—

Knock.

Karn let out a deep sigh, his forehead falling against Jhanvi’s shoulder. She giggled as he groaned in frustration. Reluctantly, he stood up again, opening the door to find Sahadev and his wife waiting with a small perfume bottle.

Pristi :- This is a special scent made for lovers.

She said with a knowing smile Sahadev nodded seriously.

Sahdev :- Yes, it is said to make the night unforgettable. But tell me, have you done anything yet?

Karn clenched his jaw, snatched the bottle, and shut the door without a word. Jhanvi was now openly laughing as he turned back to her.

Jhanvi :- Your brothers seem very eager for updates.

Karn let out an exaggerated sigh.

Karn :- Let’s get on before they send the entire royal court.

Taking her hand, he led her toward the balcony, the cool night air washing over them. Under the moon’s glow, he pressed her gently against the stone wall, her breath hitching as his fingers tracing the outline of her face, his thumb caressed her blushing cheek,

Karn :- This time, no interruptions.

He whispered, leaning in once more, she closed her eyes, lifting her lips to meet his' —

Knock.

Karn froze mid-movement, his eyes narrowing. Jhanvi bit her lip, trying to suppress a laugh. Clenching his fists, Karn stomped toward the door, yanking it open to find Krishna standing there, his face alight with amusement.

Krishna :- I came to check if my dear sister is comfortable.

He said innocently, though the glint in his eyes told another story.

Krishna :- And also… have you done anything yet?

Karn inhaled deeply through his nose, willing himself to stay calm.

Karn :- Yes, Govind. I have done something—I have opened this door far too many times.

He said with exhaperation, Krishna chuckled.

Krishna :- Ah, then my work here is done!

With a final grin, he strode away, his laughter echoing down the hall. Karn shut the door firmly, locking it this time.

Karn :- No more interruptions.

He declared, turning back to Jhanvi—only to find her smirking at him.

Jhanvi :- My poor husband! You can’t escape me now.

She teased, pulling him close, her hands going behind his neck to bring him closer as she kissed his cheek, he smirked.

Karn :- I wouldn’t dare.

Just as their lip could meet—

Knock.

Karn’s patience snapped as he glanced towards the door.

Karn :- That’s it!

He growled, storming toward the door.

Karn :- I will be able to do anything only if you let me.....

But as he flung open the door, his expression instantly shifted from fury to nervousness. Standing there, arms crossed, was Balram, Karn gulped.

Karn :- Bhrata.... Balram...

Balram wordlessly handed him a blanket. Through his eyes remained narrowed, his face seemed to reflect the surprise he didn't hide,

Balram :- You look way too much eager.

He remarked before walking away. With a heavy sigh, Karn finally closed the door and turned to Jhanvi—only to freeze in shock. Sitting on the bed, with innocent eyes and a bright smile, was Prasen.

Prasen :- Maa, I couldn’t sleep, can I stay with you and Pitashree?

He said sweetly. Jhanvi smiled, pulling him into her arms. Karn, however, let out a strangled groan, tossing his hands up in surrender.

Karn :- I give up! I'm taking the couch for the night.

He exclaimed, grabbing the blanket and flopping onto the couch. Jhanvi giggled, watching as he buried himself under the blanket in frustration. She pressed a kiss to Prasen’s forehead before looking over at her husband with amusement.

Jhanvi :- Good night, my love.

She whispered. Under the covers, Karn let out a muffled groan.

Karn :- Worst wedding night ever!

Jhanvi’s laughter was the last thing he heard before drifting into sleep, dreaming of a night when they would finally—finally—be left alone.



Subhadra's chamber was bathed in the soft glow of oil lamps, their flames flickering gently against the rich silk drapes. The scent of fresh jasmine filled the air, blending with the cool night breeze that drifted through the open balcony doors. Arjun’s heart pounded as he stepped into the room, his gaze settling on Subhadra, who sat on the bed, her hands nervously playing with the edge of her golden saree.

She looked radiant—her delicate features glowing under the moonlight, her dark eyes filled with anticipation and shyness. For a moment, Arjun simply stood there, taking in the sight of her, the woman he could fight the world for, the woman who was now his. Breaking the silence, he extended a hand toward her.

Arjun :- Come with me.

He said softly. Subhadra looked up, surprised, but placed her hand in his without hesitation. He led her to the balcony, where the vast night sky stretched endlessly above them, the full moon casting a silvery glow over the ocean waves in the distance.

Arjun :- The moon looks beautiful tonight, but I have seen something even more beautiful.

He murmured, his voice deep and thoughtful. Subhadra turned to him, her lips curving into a soft smile.

Subhadra :- And what is that?

She asked, though her heart already knew the answer. Arjun tilted his head slightly, his gaze locked with hers.

Arjun :- You....

He whispered. A blush warmed her cheeks, and she lowered her eyes, the shyness in her gesture making his heart swell. He reached out, gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear before tracing his fingers down to her cheek.

Arjun :- I have won the world, Subhadra… but I lost to you. To your eyes, to your smile, to the way my heart surrenders before you. And for the first time, I do not regret losing.

He sighed, his thumb gently caressing her hand. Subhadra felt her heart melt at his words. She reached for his other hand, holding it tightly between her own.

Subhadra :- Then let me make you a promise, Arya, from this moment forward, you will never stand alone. Whether in times of victory or loss, joy or sorrow, I will be there. I will be a part of all your struggles, all your challenges… all your life.

She said, her voice firm despite its gentleness. Arjun gazed at her, overwhelmed by the depth of her devotion. Without another word, he pulled her into his arms, wrapping her in a warm embrace. The moon shone down upon them, a silent witness to the promise of love that would stand the test of time.



The kingdom of Indraprasth buzzed with life as its people prepared for a grand celebration. The Pandavs had returned home joyful, and to honor their return, a feast unlike any other was organized. The air was thick with excitement as everyone, from the wealthiest merchants to the humblest farmers, prepared to join the festivities.

The royal kitchens bustled with activity, the aroma of spices and freshly prepared delicacies wafting through the air. Soldiers lined the streets to maintain order, but their faces, too, wore smiles as they greeted the jubilant citizens. The streets of Indraprasth were adorned with colorful banners, flowers, and lamps, casting a warm glow that mirrored the happiness in the hearts of the people.

The Pandavs themselves worked tirelessly to ensure every detail was perfect. Yudhisthir and Arjun oversaw the guest list, making certain that no one, regardless of their status, was excluded.

Yudhisthir :- Every person in this kingdom is a part of our family.

He had said firmly. Bheem personally supervised the kitchens, tasting the dishes and ensuring there was enough food for all. Nakul and Sahdev managed the decorations, their keen eyes for detail evident in the beautiful arrangements that adorned the city.

Karn walked among the workers, offering encouragement and lending a hand wherever needed. He assisted in setting up the vast dining area, his presence inspiring awe and gratitude in those around him. Draupadi worked alongside the women of the palace, her regal grace and approachable demeanor endearing her to all.

The day of the feast began with devotion. Cows were worshipped, adorned with garlands and blessed as symbols of prosperity. Priests chanted mantras, their voices blending with the ringing of temple bells. Processions showcasing the kingdom's cultural richness paraded through the streets. Musicians played flutes and drums, their melodies carrying the spirit of celebration to every corner of Indraprasth.

Artists from distant lands performed in the palace courtyard, mesmerizing the audience with their talents. Acrobats twisted and leapt, fire dancers lit up the evening sky, and poets recited verses that spoke of love, bravery, and unity. On special stages, dancers showcased their mastery, their movements a graceful blend of tradition and art.

Amidst the grandeur, the heart of the celebration was the feast itself. Long rows of tables were set for the common people, while a large table in the palace courtyard was reserved for the royal family and close guests. The meals were elaborate, featuring dishes from every region of the kingdom. It was a feast that symbolized the abundance and unity of Indraprasth.

Karn and Draupadi moved among the guests, their presence a source of inspiration and joy. They greeted everyone with warmth, listening intently to their stories and concerns. An elderly farmer approached Karn, his hands trembling as he blessed the king.

"May your reign bring endless prosperity, you have given us peace and stability."

The man said, his voice quivering with emotion. Karn smiled, taking the man's hands in his own.

Karn :- Your hard work sustains this kingdom, it is I who should thank you.

He replied humbly. Nearby, a young soldier approached Draupadi, his face filled with admiration.

"Maharani Draupadi, your courage inspires us all. My family speaks of you as the heart of Indraprasth."

He said, bowing deeply. Draupadi placed a hand on the soldier's shoulder, her smile gentle.

Draupadi :- You and your comrades are the true protectors of this kingdom. It is your bravery that allows us to live in peace.

As the evening progressed, more people came forward-some to offer blessings, some to share their challenges, and others simply to express their joy at being part of the celebration. Karn and Draupadi listened to each with equal attention, their shared compassion evident in their gestures and words.

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When the feast concluded and the guests began to leave, the palace grew quieter. The laughter and conversations of the Pandavs could still be heard as they sat together, reminiscing about old times and sharing stories of their journey. The air was filled with the distant sound of fireworks, their bright colors lighting up the night sky.

Karn and Draupadi made their way to the terrace, seeking a moment of solitude amidst the celebrations. The view from the terrace was breathtaking. The city stretched out before them, its streets alive with lights and the joy of its people. The night sky above was painted with stars, and the occasional burst of fireworks added a touch of magic.

Karn leaned on the railing, his gaze sweeping over the city. His brothers' laughter reached his ears, and he saw them below, their faces lit with happiness as they shared a rare moment of leisure. He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling with the weight of a thought he had carried for years.

Karn :- I wish she could see this.

He murmured. Draupadi turned to him, her eyes soft with understanding.

Draupadi :- Your mother?

She asked gently, making Karn nod.

Karn :- If she were here, she would see that I've fulfilled her wish. A stable kingdom. A united family. Peace and prosperity for all.

His voice was steady, but there was a trace of longing in it. Draupadi stepped closer, placing her hand over his. Her touch was warm,

Draupadi :- She would be proud of you, Arya. No matter where she is, she would be proud.

Karn turned to look at her, his golden eyes meeting hers. In her gaze, he saw not just love, but an unwavering belief in him-a belief that had carried him through countless battles and trials. A small smile touched his lips.

Karn :- None of this would have been possible without you.

He said quietly. Draupadi shook her head, her own smile gentle.

Draupadi :- We stood together, Arya. We faced everything together. That's why we're here.

Karn's expression softened further.

Karn :- Sometimes I think, I really would have done some very good deeds in previous life to have you as my wife.

The corner of her lips twirled slightly upward as she looked into his eyes,

Draupadi :- And I must've been through long ages of penance to be born to be your companion.

His hand lifted, as if instinctively, to caress her face softly,

Karn :- You are born for great things, Panchali, being my wife is just a small part of it. And I am the luckiest person on Earth to get the chance to spend my life with you, to walk with you to my destiny, till my last breath.

Draupadi :- I wish I would be your wife, in every birth, in every world, till the end of time, till our soules will no longer exist.

His thumb grazed her warm cheek, brushing away a stray hair.

Karn :- You know, I never wished to be a king. Sometimes I dream if I were a farmer, I would work in the fields everyday and come home to my wife, my love, the source of my strength and happiness.

Draupadi :- And I would cook you a simple meal, we would talk about the day, inside our small hut, no care of the world, just us, the two of us... you and me.

He leaned forward, their foreheads touching, their breaths mingling in the cool night air. In that moment, there were no words-just a shared understanding that needed no explanation.

Above them, the sky lit up with another burst of fireworks, their colors casting a glow over the terrace. Below, the people of Indraprasth laughed and celebrated, their joy a testament to the unity and strength that Karn and Draupadi had nurtured.

" I am the body, you are my soul, Together we're a story that time will retell whole. I'm the sun, and you are my fire, Fueling my strength, taking me higher. Through battles and storms, you're my light in the dark, A queen with a heart that ignites my spark. They say we're bound by fate's cruel chain, But love like ours defies the pain.

I'm the body, you're my soul, You make me complete, you make me whole. I'm the sun, you're my fire, Burning bright with eternal desire. Together we rise, together we fight, A love so strong, it outshines the night.

I'm the moon, and you are my glow, Guiding my heart wherever you go. I'm the river, you're my tide, In the currents of life, you're by my side. Your strength is my shield, your love is my blade, In your embrace, all fears fade. They may whisper tales of fate and pride, But in your arms, my truth resides.

I'm the body, you're my soul, You make me complete, you make me whole. I'm the sun, you're my fire, Burning bright with eternal desire. Together we rise, together we fight, A love so strong, it outshines the night.

I'm the warrior, and you're my crown, In the chaos of the world, you calm me down. Dharm and love, they walk hand in hand, With you, I conquer every land.

You're my strength, my eternal king, With you, my heart forever sings. The world may tremble, the stars may fall, But we'll stand together through it all.

I'm the body, you're my soul, You make me complete, you make me whole. I'm the sun, you're my fire, Burning bright with eternal desire. Together we rise, together we fight, A love so strong, it outshines the night. "



Did you like the chapter?

This is it my dear friends, we now stand at the halfway mark in the story.

All the marriages completed, Major characters introduced, Alliances established, Previous birth story done, Family reunited,

So I think it is high time we move ahead in our story, and for this, you will have to shift to Dharmyudh 2.

Do comment if you have any suggestions.

Will see you in the next chapter, untill then, take care and bye.