#arjuna and subhadra

[mplanetleaf]

అభిమన్యుడిని శ్రీకృష్ణుడు ఎందుకు కాపాడలేదు? | Why didn't Krishna save Abhimanyu in Mahabharata...

[diioonysus]

love + art

[h0bg0blin-meat]

*Arjun flirting with Subhadra in Dwarka*

Arjun: I have a huge crush on you.

Arjun: Very big.

Subhadra: Awww-

Arjun: Like a dinosaur.

Subhadra:

Arjun: Rawr :3

[stxrrynxghts]

Subhadra, pointing: may I sit there? Arjuna: That's my lap. Subhadra: That doesn't answer my question, Arjuna.

[krsnaradhika]

All the people calling Arjuna-Subhadra's marriage as incestuous as they're cousins should note that it's exactly why we have the system of gotra. They both had different ones (no shit) and hence their union isn't problematic (the gotra concept came up as people with same gotra tend to have too similar dna because of shared ancestor. If not adhered to this custom, marriage in the same gotra causes biological issues in the offspring). Arjuna's mom Kunti is Subhadra's paternal aunt— not maternal. They're cross-cousins, not parallel ones. They're sure to have some matching dna but not too the extent that it would cause issues (my lad Abhimanyu is fine and dandy). Now, would you object to Kanha-Shri Mitravinda and Kanha-Shri Bhadra's marriage? (Both of the pairs had around 20 children in total, all of them which are mentioned to be equal to their dad in prowess in the Harivamsha. So . . . )

[ahamasmiyodhah]

Something on Arjuna and Subhadra? If you are taking requests from the Mahabharata, that is. ✨️

Subhadra was numb.

Subhadra sat motionless, her heart frozen in a numbing ache that seemed to paralyze her very soul. Before her, Abhimanyu's lifeless body lay on the battlefield, covered with a thin shroud that could barely contain the evidence of his valiant struggle. The scent of the earth, now tinged with the iron tang of blood, clung to the air, mingling with the smoke and ashes of war. But Subhadra's senses were dulled; all she could perceive was the stillness of her son’s form, the same body she had cradled as a baby, now cold and unyielding.

Her gaze drifted over Abhimanyu's face, and in that lifeless visage, she saw not the warrior who had been felled in the thick of battle, but the child who once played in the courtyards of Indraprastha, laughing with boundless joy. She remembered how he would run to her, his tiny feet pattering on the marble floors, his voice a melody that called her "Maa!." How he had clung to her sari, his little hands tugging as he demanded to be picked up. The memory brought a faint smile to her lips, though it was more of a reflex than a true expression of emotion, for the weight of her grief was too heavy to allow any genuine feeling.

Subhadra recalled the countless nights she had spent telling him stories of heroes and kings, his young eyes wide with wonder. How he would gaze at her, asking if he, too, could be a great warrior like his father, Arjuna. "Yes, my son," she would say, brushing back the curls from his forehead. "You will be the bravest of them all." But now, those words seemed hollow, almost cruel, as she sat before the silent proof of his bravery.

Tears welled in her eyes, blurring her vision as she remembered the day Abhimanyu had taken up arms for the first time, the pride she had felt mingled with a mother's fear. She had blessed him with trembling hands, whispering prayers for his safety. He had smiled at her then, that same radiant smile that always managed to soothe her worries, and promised to return victorious. But now, that promise lay shattered like the remnants of the battlefield.

Subhadra's mind then turned to her elder Brother, her dear Dau, Balarama and her elder Brother Vasudeva Krishna, who had trained her and Arjuna's son in the arts of war, guiding him with the same discipline and care he had shown to his own brothers. Krishna had been both mentor and a father figure of immense strength and wisdom in Abhimanyu's eyes. She had often watched them train together, their bond growing stronger with each passing day. Baldau and Krishna had been preparing him for greatness, but not for this. Never for this.

Her thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the sound of hurried footsteps approaching. She looked up to see Arjuna, his face twisted in a mask of rage and grief, his eyes burning with a fury she had never seen before. He marched toward her, his steps heavy with purpose, his hand clenched tightly around the hilt of his sword.

"Jayadratha," he hissed, the name seething through clenched teeth. "I will avenge our son. He will not escape my wrath."

Subhadra felt a surge of fear for her husband, knowing that the fury in his heart could drive him to his own destruction. But before she could speak, before she could reach out to him, Arjuna had already turned away, his focus singular, his resolve unshakable.

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The heavy silence of the night hung over the tent as Subhadra and Arjuna sat together, each lost in their own grief. The dim light of the oil lamp flickered, casting long shadows on the walls, but neither of them noticed. Subhadra's eyes were red-rimmed, her tears long since dried up, but her heart ached with a pain that was too deep for words. Across from her, Arjuna sat with his head bowed, his hands clenched into fists as he struggled to contain the storm of emotions raging within him.

For a long time, neither spoke. The weight of their shared loss pressed down on them, making the air in the tent feel thick and oppressive. Subhadra could see the strain in her husband's posture, the way his shoulders were hunched as if carrying the weight of the world. She wanted to reach out to him, to offer comfort, but she hesitated, unsure of how to bridge the chasm of grief that separated them.

Finally, Arjuna broke the silence, his voice hoarse and trembling. "I failed him, Subhadra. I failed our son." His words were laced with self-recrimination, each syllable heavy with the burden of guilt. "I wasn't there when he needed me the most. I couldn’t protect him… my own flesh and blood."

Subhadra's heart twisted at the pain in his voice. She knew the depth of his anguish, knew how much Arjuna had loved Abhimanyu, even if circumstances had kept them apart for much of their lives. She herself had often felt the sting of Arjuna's absence during those long years of exile, raising their son alone, but she had always reassured herself with the thought that one day, they would be reunited as a family. Now, that hope was shattered, and all that remained was the cruel reality of their loss.

"Arjuna," Subhadra began softly, her voice gentle but firm, "you cannot blame yourself for what happened. Abhimanyu was a warrior, just like you. He knew the risks, and he fought bravely, with all the skill and courage you taught him." She reached out, placing a hand on his, her touch warm and steady. "You gave him the strength to face the world. You made him the man he was."

Arjuna shook his head, his expression twisted in grief. "But I wasn't there, Subhadra. I didn’t see him grow up, didn’t guide him as a father should. I was away, fighting battles far from home, while our son… our son was left to fend for himself." His voice broke, and he looked away, unable to meet her gaze.

Subhadra felt her own tears threatening to spill over again, but she fought them back, knowing that she needed to be strong for him. "We did what we could, Arjuna," she said, her tone resolute. "We cannot change what has happened. But Abhimanyu would not want you to be consumed by guilt. He would want you to honor his memory, to continue fighting for what is right."

Arjuna’s face hardened as he met her eyes, the sorrow giving way to a fierce resolve. "Jayadratha," he spat, the name dripping with venom. "It was he who blocked the way, who ensured that our son was trapped, surrounded, and slaughtered like an animal. I will not rest until I have avenged Abhimanyu’s death."

Subhadra nodded, recognizing the fire in his eyes. "Then do what you must, Arjuna. But remember, you are not alone in this. I am with you, always."

Arjuna took a deep breath, steeling himself for what lay ahead. "I swear, Subhadra," he vowed, his voice low and intense, "before the sun sets tomorrow, I will kill Jayadratha. And if I fail… I will enter the fire myself. I will not return to you without fulfilling this oath."

Subhadra felt a cold dread settle in her chest at his words, but she knew there was no stopping him now. She could only pray that the gods would grant him the strength to succeed, for the thought of losing him as well was more than she could bear.

As Arjuna stood and prepared to leave, Subhadra rose with him, wrapping her arms around him in a tight embrace. "Come back to me, Arjuna," she whispered, her voice breaking. "Come back to me."

Arjuna held her close, his grip fierce as if drawing strength from her. "I will, Subhadra," he promised, his voice softening for a moment. "I will return, and I will make sure that our son's sacrifice is not in vain."

With one last, lingering glance, Arjuna turned and walked out of the tent, leaving Subhadra standing alone, her heart heavy with a mixture of fear and hope. She watched him go, silently praying for his safety, even as she knew that tonight will be the last night Jayadratha will laugh and celebrate his victory which burned her whole world.

Request by @desigurlie ✨

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[blue-lotus333]

How I imagine Arjun’s wives to look like.

Draupadi, The Fiery Princess of Panchala.

Uloopi, Nagi of vehemence.

Chitrangada, Warrior princess of Manipur.

(+ muscles)

Subhadra, Goddess of holiness.

(More tanner skin, + wears pastel clothes)

[livingtheparadoxlife]

Even as a child, Uttaraa's eyes had been laden with dreams. Dreams of a family filled with love and life and laughter, of a world colored in shades of joy, of anklets ringing with the heaven's tunes, of dreams dreamt with rose colored lenses.

She had seen those dreams come to life in her brothers' roaring laughter while they sparred, in the twinkle in her parents' eyes while they spoke, in the elegance of her teacher's steps, in the endless pampering of her in- laws, in the the tenderness of her husband's voice as he whispered her name, in the euphoria of a child moving inside of herself.

And then, she had held the pieces of her shattered dreams in her hands and looked on at a world devoid of all colors that still reeked of death and she had wept. She had wept till the child that was supposed to have died in her womb had screamed himself hoarse and all of a sudden, colors had filled into her world.

They were muted and dull and nowhere near as vivid as the ones she had dreamt of, but they were colors nonetheless. And for now, they were enough.

[theramblergal]

Thoughts on Arjun Subhadra and how do you think the relationship between subhadra and other Pandavas would have been?

Arjuna and Subhadra to me, have this sweet sort of love. Not any less passionate than their siblings' loves, but a deep and passionate and sweet love like rasmalai, like the baby blue of the sky, like the fond half-smiles you give someone you love endlessly, like the soft feel of silken flower petals in your fingers.

Something deep and abiding like the stillness of a placid lake, hiding its true depth until obstacles rock it; the calm is broken but it always returns to that placid nature that reflects what you want to see.

Even though Subhadra is perceived as passive, especially in comparison to Arjuna's other wives, she is more like a strong-rooted tree, that bows to the wind but stands still in the face of adversities.

I think Subhadra fell first. Having heard of the gentle youngest son of her aunt, and hearing a soft fondness in her Bhrata Kanha's words when speaking of him, it was the beginning of her sweet affection for him. Arjuna was definitely head over heels for her by the time of their marriage, but I think it took him a few years to nurture and recognise the softness he had towards her, more than the affection he felt for his other Yadava cousins.

As for the other Pandavas:

Yudhishthira: Mutual respect, I would say. Subhadra gives him thoughtful advice when dealing with inter-kingdom politics, especially if the royals are related to them and tensions within the family itself. Being a Vrishni herself, and the fact that the Yadavas are actually a conglomerate of different clans, she would definitely have experience smoothening tensions within the family. Yudhishthira is fond of her, and Subhadra respects him, but they're not super close.

Bhima: Bhima loves everyone with a fierce sort of love, of course. He was probably one of the first people to recognise the mutual feelings between them, so he would gently rib Arjuna whenever they visited Dvaraka/Mathura before they were married. Subhadra acts as his sounding board whenever he wants to make/do something for anyone in the family. She occasionally joins him in the kitchen.

Nakula: He and Subhadra are probably the closest to each other. They tease Arjuna mercilessly and prank him often, which Arjuna just accepts with a fond shake of his head (Kanha: *mock gasp* Partha, you need to retaliate, you're the best friend of the best prankster in the universe, don't let me down!) She's his go-to person when he's feeling insecure about anything, and she goes to him when she needs romance tips, especially when dealing with Arjuna.

Sahadeva: They chat. A lot. About the most random of things, they debate philosophy and ethics and politics, and anything under the sun. They're super protective of each other too, and she understands the twins better than most. If there are times Sahadeva isn't willing to talk, she will fill the silence with the most random of stories.

Ahh, can't forget her co-wives and sisters-in-law.

Krishnaa: She's the closest to Krishnaa, of course. Krishnaa will not tolerate a word against her, even if it's from their family members. Say the slightest negative word about her? The empress will be standing behind you, her normally gentle expression thunderous. They spend the most time together, and Subhadra assists her Jiji in all her duties. I like to headcanon that she and Krishnaa were pregnant at the same time with Shrutakarma and Abhimanyu, with the two of them being weeks/months apart. They also team up against Arjuna a lot.

Devika: She helped Subhadra adjust to life in Indraprastha; they also play board games often. Their way of unwinding after stressful days. While their duties don't normally intersect, they try to spend time together outside of mealtimes. Devika sometimes seeks out Subhadra to remind herself that her family does love her (her relationship with her maternal family was pretty fracticious), and Subhadra coming from a large family knows the right way to reassure her.

Hidimbaa: They've met only a few times, because Hidimbaa rarely visits Indraprastha, but Subhadra respects her immensely. She journeyed once at the beginning of the exile to ask her advice on how to raise Abhimanyu alone and bear the separation from her husband. (Most of her sisters-in-law did that as well, considering that Hidimbaa was the only one who had experience in that.)

Valandharaa: In my mind, she looks over the religious aspects of the kingdom, from the pujas to the yajnas and everything else. So Subhadra often seeks her out when she needs a little bit of calm and they both perform small pujas together in silence. Valandharaa often also mock-scolds Subhadra for her irreverence towards her brothers who are the literal lords of the universe, but it's all in good faith.

Ulupi: They get along like a house on fire. Ulupi takes Subhadra diving in the Yamuna when she visits Indraprastha, and they spend time by Ulupi describing the waterlife and they have conversations about their differing customs between the Nagas and the humans. Ulupi is intimidating to most; Subhadra is not fooled, however. She arranges for Arjuna to be "stolen away" by Ulupi on occasion, and it's become a running joke by now.

Chitrangada: They're a little distant, not because of any slights against each other but simply because they don't have many things in common and Chitrangada very rarely visits Indraprastha. They sometimes exchange tips on warfare, but very rarely. A running inside joke between them about their names being Chitra does exist though. (After the war though, even though they live in the same complexes, Chitrangada cannot bring herself to speak to Subhadra because her son is still alive. Probably the same for most of her sisters-in-law.)

Karenumati: It took time for Renu to warm to Subhadra because of her father's hatred of the Yadavas. But they bond over being the youngest daughters-in-law of Pandu, even though Subhadra sometimes has trouble seeing Renu as little more than her younger sister who should be cared for. She secretly likes coddling Renu because she's been the younger sister for so long.

Vijayaa: Subhadra likes watching Vijayaa at work, it's pretty soothing. She always makes sure Vijayaa has clean clothes, because her dresses tend to get messy when she's fussing around with something. Subhadra also loves it when Vijayaa tells stories to the children, and she always sticks around to hear them. She falls asleep most of the time, and Vijayaa smiles fondly at her and calls Arjuna to carry her to their chambers.

Welp, long again. Ahhh I have so many headcanons for the wives of the Pandavas I really need to jot them down.

[blackknight-100]

MAHABHARAT THEATER!AU FIC

Chapter 7 is up!

Excerpt:

[Arjuna] catches up to Karna at the landing and together, they make their way down the hallway. The smoke is somehow worse this time around, and every step feels like the last. There’s no sniping – neither of them have the breath to spare, but they keep throwing dirty glances at each other. The fire, instead of dying down, has grown even bigger, and little flakes of ash and wood float about in the air.  Karna peers into one of the rooms on the left, and Arjuna hears him wince. The door has collapsed, and a bar of wood burns diagonally across, making it impossible to get inside. Arjuna pokes his head behind Karna’s shoulder, waits for his stinging eyes to adjust. Through the pall of smoke, he makes out a prone figure sprawled on the ground, clad in white.

[aru-loves-krishnaxarjuna]

KaJu

Pt.4 -> Masterlist

Arjuna and Subhadra departed for Dwarka in the next morning before dawn, while Karna departed for Anga Pradesh. As the new-found brothers had both left together, they exchanged subtle tensed glances between themselves, but they didn't speak any words to each other as they left.

Arjuna was reminded of how they’d left at dawn for Panchal three months ago. That day seemed so far behind him now. Unlike that day of his battle, the weather today was comfortingly chilly…but he was still tensed, lost in the trail of his thoughts about what Karna had told him…

The whole 3-day journey to Dwarka, Subhadra had sensed Arjuna's tension, and had kept him distracted from his thoughts by talking all about Dwarka and her brothers.

"Uh… Excuse me, Rajkumari Subhadra-" Arjuna tried to ask.

But Subhadra interrupted. "Oh please! Quit with the formalities. Just call me Subhadra."

"Oh, I- okay…so Subhadra," He slightly hesitated, "Can you tell me more about…Vasudev Krishna?"

"Oh! Ehehe!" She giggled a little. "I am afraid you have to talk to him yourself to find out more about him. He's not that…explainable in words, and I can't give you any satisfactory answers about him, Rajkumar Arjuna."

Arjuna didn't really understand what she meant, but considering she was the sister of the person he asked about, he knew that she definitely knew him better than most and what she said must have been true, so he didn't ask much.

The three days of journery passed mostly uneventful, but not unpleasant. Infact, Subhadra was really kind to him…but Arjuna being Arjuna, he kind of struggled to talk as he only trusted and talked to people who he knew thoroughly and vice versa.

The next morning, as they drew closer to Dwarka, Arjuna was in awe and surprise; Dwarka was a really very beautiful kingdom, and there was not a doubt about that. Even the outskirts were long, stretching, green, luscious fields, the scenery was beautiful and everything was picturesque…a beautiful river was running through them, and rows of hills on the horizon, soft in the distance. To say he was in awe and captivated was an understatement.

He saw huge the towering gates which guarded the entrance of the city, blocking it from view, when they were slowing down. As they came to a full stop, Subhadra stepped out eagerly. "Wait for a few minutes", she told him, "I have to talk to the guards for a moment."

Arjuna could only nod in response as he gazed around, momentarily forgetting all his worries about his family, and taking in everything as he got off his horse; the sky was a mesmerising blue hue, a few clouds in different shapes here and there. He was so mesmerised in admiring the scenery that he didn't hear someone approach him from behind.

"Hey, you!"

Arjuna turned around and he blinked in confusion…until he took in the former's appearance and his own breath hitched…

This boy, who was older and taller than him by maybe two or three years…he was so attractive that Arjuna would have lied if he said he wasn’t affected…he had bluish-dark skin, dark curly hair, and lotus-shaped eyes (just like Arjuna himself), but the latter's eyes were multihued, and his hair was clearly a lot longer than Arjuna's, whose was only till his shoulders. That boy was taller too, and clearly more charming and handsome and beautiful from all wa– uh anyways…

As the young man neared Arjuna, the latter got a whift of the scent of Parijat flowers from him…and a deep connection, as if their souls were connected, which he couldn't understand, let alone explain.

"Hm", the older boy exclaimed thoughtfully. "I've been watching you. I know who you are."

Arjuna finally broke out of his daze and shook his head a little to break out of his completely, before answering his question. "Ah, what? You do? Really?"

The man nodded, "Yes, really. I know you and I know everything."

Arjuna just blinked and then…a really awkward pause followed. All he was could murmur out was an, "…eh?"

A momentary look of amusement appeared on the man’s face, and the next moment, he burst into a fit of laughter and slapped his palm to his forehead. Arjuna stared and blinked confused and innocently, not knowing how to react.

"Oh my, I was joking and you literally didn't even understand!"

Arjuna tilted his head slightly to the side, confused out of his mind. Had he been rude or something? "Oh well…then I am sorry-"

"You are? You didn't even know I was joking!", cried the man incredulously, before covering his face and laughing helplessly.

"Oh…you were?" The expression of the younger boy's face was so serious and innocent that the older one was laughing even more uncontrollably. When he gathered himself a little somewhat, he came closer to the other one, a mischievous smile on his face.

"You're Pandava Kumar, Arjuna, from Hastinapur, right?" He asked.

"Ah, yes. But how did you know?"

"I told you I know everything."

"I thought you told me you were joking…"

"I am joking now as well!", he said mischievously. "Many people know the kingdom of Hastinapur and its residents. But I was bound to know anyway. Why wouldn’t I know who my sister is travelling with?"

"Wait, so…you are–…?" But he got interrupted.

Arjuna took a pause to process that information. Sister…?

That was when he realised that the boy in front of him was dressed in silken robes, immaculate jewellery, that only royalty could wear, and a sleek, elegant crown framed the top of his head, and was decorated with a vibrant and beautiful peacock feather. Arjuna's gaze then flicked to his attractive waist, where a tiny satchel hung from his robes, carrying a golden flute.

"Bhratashree Krishna! There you are." Subhadra exclaimed as she returned back to Arjuna, and turned her gaze back on the younger male. "Well, I see you finally met with my brother."

"Finally?" Krishna asked, raising a perfectly arched eyebrow in curiosity and playful amusement.

Subhadra giggled a little as she answered with a smile. "Yes, finally. Because, Rajkumar Arjuna here, was asking a lot about you, Bhratashree."

Krishna hid an amused snort of his, as Arjuna averted his subtly embarrassed gaze from Krishna's amused ones; 'Ah, so adorable you are, Parth…' the latter thought, amused and fond. "Well, I have heard a lot about you, Parth."

"You have?" Arjuna asked, blinking in subtle surprise

"Ah! Of course I have! Even Baldau praises you, and the stories of your valour are all around, if I must say. I also heard stories of your time in your Maha Guru Drona's ashram. Your dedication to archery is admirable, if I say so myself, that you took it to the point of mastering it with both hands and even winning sleep because of that, and learning to shoot in the dark for that as well, huh? Truly admirable you are, Arjuna…"

Arjuna, who was composed and reserved with other people outside of his family, blushed in embarrassment (and an unknowing stirring feeling inside of him he didn't know of…). "Ah…you’re embarrassing me, Vasudev–"

"Oh, please! Don't be so formal with me. Call me anything you like!"

Arjuna, composing himself, now blinked again as he put his fingers on his chin and thought for a moment. "…Madhav."

Krishna was pleasantly surprised with (and loved) the new nickname. "Madhav? Why 'Madhav'?"

But then Subhadra siddenly shook her head to break out of her confusion and finally spoke up. "I think it's better if we move inside, or do you wish to stay outside and converse the whole day with your…new best friend?"

"Well, you belong to the Madhu Dynasty…it also means the Lord of Fortune, and…you're like Honey…in a way." Arjuna put forth all of his reasons, only adding to Krishna's growing amusement, fondness and pleasure…while Subhadra just watched back and forth between her brother and the one who accompanied her all the way to Dwarka, confused and on how it got all to this.

Arjuna honestly didn't know what was the unknown pull of attraction towards…Krishna, but he wasn’t complaining…it had a gentle feeling, the true feeling of something like…love or what…?

Krishna chuckled. "Of course, of course, Subhadre! And oh, I'll have to ride with the both of you. My poor legs are tired from walking around the fields all day since sunrise. I don't want to walk all the way back."

Krishna and Subhadra got on the carriage, while Arjuna went with them, on his horse. Krishna was staring at Arjuna the whole way, admiring the way the sun enhanced the younger prince's face as he stared at everyday in awe and wonder, all the while Subhadra was pouting the whole way because she didn't get to talk enough.

Then Arjuna's eyes caught the palace of Dwarka…it was outstanding! It really was a grand structure, nearly twice the size of Hastinapur's. It had been built on a hilltop that overlooked the city from the front, and the seashore from the back. The grounds leading up to the main doors were made up of a garden, with stone steps, beds of flowers and trees all around the perimeter and a lively, rectangular fountain and pool. Behind the palace, he could see a portion of some other buildings, presumably connected to the main structure.

The interior was even more beautiful…Large tapestries hung from the walls, red and purple carpeting with gold designs hid the floor from view, plants and decorations were put up in several places on the floor and the pillars. Tiny lamps hung in majestic chandeliers above. The grand hall had a staircase leading to several hallways, smaller or larger corridors, other rooms, and more staircases leading to different parts of the palace. Arjuna, honestly, found himself overwhelmed by it all, his mind dazed.

Krishna had to hold back someone if his mischievous snickers at the adorable reactions of his Arjuna. After some time, nearly evening, Krishna finally led Arjuna to a guest room. "You can stay here for the time being, Parth. And no, I am not letting you go that soon out of the Dwarka."

Arjuna smiled and nodded in response. He didn't mind, not at all.

"You should rest for today. You travelled a lot, and you must be tired." Krishna spoke. "I have to go and prepare to leave for the day after tomorrow."

"Huh? Where are you going?" Arjuna asked.

"Oh, just somewhere." He replied back vaguely. "Just a matter I have to attend to."

Arjuna understood and nodded back slightly in response. He stayed quiet for a moment as Krishna prepared to go to his own chambers when Arjuna called out to him once more.

"…Madhav."

Krishna paused, 'Oh, how I love hearing that name come out of your lips, my dear…', and then he turned around, looking back at Arjuna.

"Can I possibly come with you, Madhav?"

Krishna's eyes subtly widened, pleasantly surprised. Today was a day he was pleasantly surprised more than he ever was in his lifs. He smiled back at the other in response. "Ah, of course you can. I could use a little help."

Arjuna blinked and then shrugged slightly. "I'll help you however I can."

Krishna's fond look increased at Arjuna. "Great! It's settled then. We both will leave together in the morning of the day after tomorrow. You should rest now, Parth." Krishna shared one of his charming smiles at Arjuna again…who took notice of how Krishna's nickname for him was getting more and more affectionate and natural on the Shyamasundara's tongue, and how it rolled off perfectly…Arjuna slightly flushed but then shook his head, and quickly smiled back at Krishna…who, much to hid fondness and amusement had took notice of all of Arjuna's thoughts and reactions.

That night, Arjuna slept peacefully for the first time in almost a week, momentarily forgetting of his family's worries…

[krishna-premi]

how i imagine arjun's relationship was with subhadra:

Tbh I believe they're both shy like really shy. Like they can't look at each other without giggling. Arjun always looks after Subhadra. He makes sure she has everything she needs, always. When Arjun found Subhadra likes reading poetry he brought poetry books from everywhere he can for her. He sometimes writes poetry for Subhadra. He's not the best poet but Subhadra keeps his collection under her pillow and reads them every night. Sometimes they both take strolls in the garden together but they never stand too close. Once they did, their hands brushed against each other and they both backed away so fast. Subhadra has specific flowers she adores in the garden that she personally looks after. When Subhadra goes to Dwarka, Arjun sits by those flowers while missing Subhadra. And when Arjun is away, Subhadra sits by his bow and arrows waiting for her beloved to return. I just think they're a really really cute couple.

This was a request by someone im so sorry it took me long to write i've been busy 😭

[kumbhakarni]

Manifesting Sriya Reddy as Draupadi in the upcoming Palace of Illusions movie. This goddess got both the acting chops and the looks, Suzhal bears testament. Divine powers, please let it happen. Please

[musingsonthemahabharata]

Arjuna's consorts!

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Arjun and Subhadra,

Indraputra and Yadava Kumari.

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Abhimanyu

Arjuna and Subhadra were the parents of Abhimanyu. He belonged to the Kuru dynasty. He was Hastinapur's heir until his death at the age of sixteen on the thirteenth day of the Kurukshetra War. Parikshit, his son born after his death, succeeded him as heir and ultimately as king.