In the grand hall, decorated with flowers, lamps, and diyas, Nisha walked gracefully, a soft smile lighting her face. Why? You ask because In front of her, Nakul was approaching with his charming, princely grin, his eyes filled with warmth as they fixed on his soon-to-be wife. As they stopped in front of each other, Nisha teased, "Yun dekhte aur muskurate hi rahoge ya kuch bologe bhi, Nakul?" (“Will you keep staring and smiling like this, or will you say something, Nakul?”)

Nakul, with playful mischief in his eyes, pressed his finger gently on her lips and replied, "Ab aur Nakul nahi chalega, priye. Ab tumhe Aryaputra kehne ka aadat dalna hoga." (“No more Nakul, my dear. You’ll have to get used to calling me Aryaputra now.”)

Nisha slowly moved herhead back and laughed . Nakul’s finger, which had just been on her lips, now hung awkwardly in the air. Chuckling, he withdrew his hand. Nisha then noticed Nakul hiding something behind his back. Her gaze sharpened as she asked, "Prayatn karungi, parantu yeh aap mujhe kya chhupa rahe hain?" (“I will try, but what are you hiding from me?”)

With a playful smirk, Nakul replied, "Tumhari pasand ki vastu hai. Badi kathinaiyon se Bharata Bheem se chhupake laya hoon, priye." (“It’s something you like. I brought it with great difficulty, hiding it from Bharata Bheem, my dear.”)

Nisha’s curiosity piqued. Her hand instinctively reached toward his back to uncover the mystery, but Nakul swiftly moved his hand farther away. His arm revealed a small glass bowl. Nisha’s eyes widened in delight as she saw what it contained—her favorite rasmalai. Giggling, she said, "Yadi aap yeh mere liye hi laaye hain, toh phir mujhe dene mein itna vilabh kyun kar rahe hain?" (“If you brought this for me, then why are you making such a fuss about giving it to me?”)

Feigning seriousness, Nakul replied, "Ab itni kathinaiyon se jujh ke laya hoon, toh kuch keemat tumhe bhi chukani hogi, priye." (“Since I brought it after so much trouble, you’ll have to pay a price for it, my dear.”)

Nisha’s eyes remained glued to the rasmalai. With a deep sigh and mock sarcasm, she said, "Adesh dijiye, Rajkumar. Kya seva karoon main aapki?" (“Command me, Prince. What should I do for you?”)

Nakul laughed, enjoying her dramatic tone. Teasing her further, he held the bowl just out of reach and said, "Chalo, ab ek achhi gharelu susheel kanya ki tarah bolo, ‘Kya aap mujhe yeh swadisht rasmalai denge, Arya?’" (“Alright, now like a proper, polite young lady, say, ‘Will you kindly give me this delicious rasmalai, Arya?’”)

Nisha paused for a moment, narrowing her eyes at him. Suddenly, a mischievous idea sparkled in her mind. Smiling sweetly, she nodded as though agreeing. She stepped closer, her eyes softening into what Nakul thought were innocent, pleading ones. Taking his free hand in both of hers, she locked gazes with him.

Nakul, completely enchanted by her proximity and unable to think straight, was caught off guard. Just then, Nisha pulled her hands away and looked behind him suddenly, calling out, "Pranam, bhrata Yudhishthir!" (“Greetings, Brother Yudhishthir!”)

Startled, Nakul’s eyes widened in alarm as he turned sharply to look behind him. That was the moment Nisha needed. Swiftly, she snatched the bowl of rasmalai and darted off, laughing at her successful trickery.

Nakul, realizing he’d been fooled, shook his head with an affectionate smile, watching her run away. Chuckling, he murmured under his breath, "Badi nadaan ho gayi ho tum, Nisha." (“You’ve become quite the clever one, Nisha.”)

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After finishing the rasmalai, Nisha decided to visit Govind. As she walked through the grand corridor, the soft glow of oil lamps cast a warm light on her path. The air was filled with the faint aroma of incense, and the silence of the palace was soothing. Suddenly, she noticed Maharishi Ved Vyas approaching her slowly. His long, flowing beard and calm demeanor gave him an aura of wisdom. As he reached her, Nisha bent down, touched his feet, and greeted him respectfully.

Ved Vyasji smiled kindly and said, "Tumhare iss mukhmandal ke tez se to har koi jaan sakta hai, Nisha, ki tum apne vivah ke liye kitni utsahito ho. Akhand sobhagyavati bhav." ("The radiance on your face reveals your excitement for your wedding, Nisha. May you remain forever blessed with marital bliss.")

Nisha smiled shyly, and Maharishi Ved Vyas walked away, leaving her heart lighter with his blessings.

Finally, she reached Govind's chamber. After informing the guard, she was immediately permitted to enter. As she stepped inside, she found Govind, as always, standing with his enchanting smile that seemed to hold the secrets of the universe.

"Kaisi ho, sakhi? Aaj mera khayal kaise aaya?" he teased gently. ("How are you, my friend? What brings you to my chamber today?")

Nisha touched his feet, and Shri Krishna smiled warmly as he blessed her. She replied, her tone light, "Aap toh aise keh rahe hain, Keshav, jaise main toh kabhi aapko yaad hi nahi karti. Yaad kijiye, kal hi shaam ko hum aap aur Draupadi milke baagicha mein baate kar rahe the." ("You speak as though I never think of you, Keshav. Remember, just last evening, we were talking in the garden with Draupadi.")

Krishna laughed softly, the sound like music, and said, "Achha, achha, toh chalo ab batao. Kya samasya hai? Zarur koi vishay tumhe jaan na hoga, tabhi aayi ho." ("Alright, alright. Now tell me, what’s the matter? Surely you have come to inquire about something important.")

Nisha nodded eagerly and, humming in agreement, said, "Haan, jaan na toh hai." ("Yes, I want to know something.")

Both settled down—Govind reclining on the bed, while Nisha sat across from him on the sofa. She hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Main toh soch rahi thi, Keshav, Draupadi ka vivah toh pancho Pandu putron se hone wala tha na?" ("I was thinking, Keshav, wasn’t Draupadi supposed to marry all five Pandavas?")

Krishna's expression shifted to one of gravity as he straightened. The light humor in his eyes gave way to a contemplative seriousness. With a sigh, he replied, "Haan, hona toh tha. Parantu, Nisha, jab Draupadi ne mujhse apne pichle janm mein ek vyakti main pancho gun hone ka var manga tha, tab maine use ek baar suchit kiya tha ki yeh sambhav nahi hai. Ek vyakti ka sabse dharmik, balwan, parakrami, sundar evam gyani hona sambhav nahi. Parantu mere kehne par bhi, woh na mani. Uska maan rakhne ke liye maine ‘haan’ keh diya, par vastav mein, maine usse woh var diya hi nahi." ("Yes, that was intended. But Nisha, when Draupadi sought a boon from me in her past life for five husbands, I warned her that such a thing was impossible. It is not feasible for one man to embody supreme righteousness, strength, valor, beauty, and wisdom. Yet, despite my advice, she insisted. To honor her devotion, I agreed outwardly, but in truth, I never granted her that boon.")

Nisha listened intently, though her brow furrowed slightly in confusion. Before she could voice her doubt, Krishna continued, "Abb tum soch rahi hogi ki main ne usi wo vaar kyun nahi diya aur dena hi nahi tha to haan kyun kiya to suno sakhi jis prakar ek pita apne bache ko wo sab kuch nahi deta Jo uske liye sahi na ho haan Maan rakhne ke liye wah uske haan main haan Mila hi deta hai parantu kabhi usse wesi vastuyen jo sahi na ho nahi deta theek ussi prakar se main to param pita hun Nisha mere liye har prani chote se lekar bade tak sab mere hi bache hain to phir main kis prakar var deta parantu haan main ne issliye kaha taki meri bhakt ka dill na dukhe jisne mujhe itna tap karke bulaya tha" ("Now you must be wondering, Nisha, why I did not grant her that boon and, if I had no intention of granting it, why I agreed to it in the first place. Listen, dear friend, just as a father does not give everything to his child that may not be good for them — although, to maintain their happiness, he might nod in agreement — he ensures not to provide things that are unsuitable. In the same way, I am the Supreme Father. To me, every being, from the smallest to the greatest, is my child. So how could I grant her such a boon? However, I agreed to it to ensure that my devotee, who had summoned me with such intense penance, would not have her heart broken.")

Nisha nodded, understanding his point. But her curiosity wasn’t completely satisfied. She asked, "Toh phir, Keshav, woh teen Pandavon se to abhi bhi vivah kar rahi hai? Ye bhi toh nahi hona chahiye tha." ("Then how is she still marrying to three Pandavas? Keeping in what you stated now she shouldn't marry yudhisthir and Bheem right?")

Krishna chuckled and replied, "ye to panchali ke purv jeevan ke karmo ka faal hai Nisha panchali ne bohut se puniya kaam kiye Hain unme se ek hai ki wo bohut udar hriday ki mahila thi sabhiko madad karti thi ye koi sadharan lakshan nahi hai ek mahaRani ke lakshan hai issliye iss Janam main usse yudhisthir se vivah karne par wah maharani ban sakegi, dusri baat usse apne purv jeevan main wo Prem nahi mila jo ek patni ko pati se milna chaiye wo Prem abb usse Bheem se milega aur baat rahi Arjun ki to wo to uske iss janm ke bhagya main hai issliye Arjun ne usse swayamvar main jeeta " ("This is the result of Panchali's deeds in her previous life, Nisha. Panchali performed many virtuous acts, one of which was that she was a woman with a very generous heart, always helping everyone. This is not an ordinary trait; it is the hallmark of a great queen. Thus, in this life, by marrying Yudhishthir, she will attain the status of a queen. Secondly, in her previous life, she did not receive the kind of love that a wife should get from her husband. That love will now be given to her by Bheem. And as for Arjun, he is destined to be a part of her life in this birth; that is why Arjun won her in the swayamvar.")

Nisha processed his words carefully, then asked, "Parantu, Keshav, Draupadi ne toh pichle janm mein Mahadev ki aradhana ki thi, na?" ("But Keshav, Draupadi prayed to Mahadev in her past life, didn’t she?")

Krishna smiled and said looking at her, "Toh mujh mein aur unmein koi antar hai kya, sakhi?" ("Is there any difference between me and Mahadev, my friend?")

Nisha blinked, realizing her foolishness. Hari and Har (Hari-Har) were one and the same. She chuckled nervously, then said, "Main toh soch soch ke pagal ho gayi thi, Keshav ki Bhavishya mein to kuch aur padha tha, aur yahaan kuch aur hi ho raha hai." ("I was going crazy thinking about this, Keshav. I had read something else about Mahabharat in the future, but now I am witnessing something entirely different.")

Krishna’s expression turned serious as he looked at her intently and said, " Nisha Kya tumhe lagta hai,ki tum bhavishya se aayi ho?....... Agar aisa hai, toh tum galat ho." ("Do you think, Nisha, that you have come from the future? If so, you are mistaken.")

Nisha frowned, confused. "Ye aap kaisi baat kar rahe hain, Keshav?" ("What are you saying, Keshav?")

Krishna’s tone remained firm as he said, "Sahi keh raha hoon, sakhi. Tum bhavishya se nahi, tum dusre lok se aayi ho." ("I am speaking the truth, my friend. You are not from the future; you are from another realm.")

Nisha’s eyes widened in shock as his words sank in. The room grew heavy with the weight of this revelation, leaving her heart racing with unanswered questions and confusion.

------- So, everyone, what do you think of this chapter? This is the best I could do to ensure Nakul didn't marry Draupadi. Hope you guys liked it"

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