#mahabharata fics

[ramayantika]

Chaand chuppa badal mein...

Krishna and Bhaishmi are back. Enjoyyyyyy

Krishna and I have regularly stayed in touch with each other after the train took me away from him and the serene temple towns of Mathura and Vrindavan. We talk a lot on text and sometimes on call in the late hours of the night. I have to quietly sneak out to the balcony. If I am lucky, I get to go to the terrace without waking my parents up. If I am luckier, our schedules match our free time in the evening, and I get to call him in the quiet hours of the evening.

I chose humanities. Ranvit and Bhumi had to pursue science even though Ranvit likes art more. Bhumi was indecisive about what subjects to learn, but she fares well enough in science and mathematics than her brother and me, so she decided to go for the science stream.

Ranvit has to struggle a lot in physics and math though. He takes out his stress through painting and reading about Indian art. One thing I am happy about him is that he did not let go of his art, nor did my uncle and aunt force him to abandon his hobbies. Their condition: “Pursue science. Get admission into a decent engineering college and then keep doing whatever hobby makes you happy. But science and engineering.”

As for me, class ten mathematics had given me enough nightmares. I did well in science, but I had no interest in pursuing it in more detail for the next two years. Those monkey problems from Ranvit’s physics book and large derivations on Bhumi’s notebook had me in shivers. Maasi supports me choosing humanities though, but would never want her children to pursue anything apart from science.

Ranvit and I are in class twelve now. We have our boards and entrance exams next year. Bhumi is new to class eleven but she is able to handle her subjects well enough, better than Ranvit though.

“Busy looking at the moon…?” Krishna’s honeyed voice draws my attention from the golden full moon beaming right back at me. I breathe deeply and sigh. A sheepish smile forms on my lips, and I place my phone on my left ear. “Uh... sorry, but you are right. How did you figure out?”

I can hear his smile through the breath that escapes his lips on the phone call. He is outside too — perhaps staring at the same moon with me.

“I have a golden moon dangling down the dark sky too, but there is somebody else who is ethereal than the moon whom I would like to see, but my fate doesn’t support that.” He sighs. It is a dramatic one. “Guess, I will have to make do with this golden ball of light.”

My cheeks warm and I smile. It is actually a full-fledged grin with my eyes imagining how he would look saying all that in front of me.

I can easily picture a charming lazy smile and a hand moving through his soft wavy locks while he leans closer to me and tucks my hair behind my ear.

A realization strikes me as my eyes glance at the gleaming moon once again. I am badly whipped for this guy.

“Bhaishmi?” I hear him question.

“Yes. I am here only. Am I audible?”

“Did I get you flustered?”

“Shut up.”

“Yay!”

“You are an idiot.”

“Only for you.”

We don’t say anything for a minute. I can hear him breathing. It is a faint sound, though. I like this comfortable silence. I do not feel restless to hold a conversation forcibly.

Krishna’s voice from the other side enters my ear. “I composed a new tune.” He pauses for a brief second before continuing. “I would like you to hear it.”

My heart picks its pace. It has been a while since I have heard him play flute to me. The last time it happened, we were on the terrace at Yashodhara’s house before we left for our separate ways.

“I would love to.”

“Wow. Cool. I will quickly fetch it. By the way,” I hear a tone of hesitancy in his voice, “are you okay if I play it to you on video call?”

I slap my palm over my lips to contain my excited laughter. Breathing in deeply, I nod and reply, “Yes. I am alone at my society’s terrace.”

“Okay!” He drags ‘okay’ with happiness for ten seconds and disconnects the voice call.

A minute later, my screen lights up with a pretty aesthetic profile photo of Krishna. I slide the green call sign upwards and receive the call.

An excited Krishna waves at me before placing the phone on his table. It is 11.30 PM and he looks as fresh as a lily flower, with a good outfit on top. A cream polo shirt with half sleeves that proudly boasted his toned arms and dark blue trousers.

I fan my face, pretending that I am adjusting my loose hair from my ponytail. After all, he can’t make out that I am fanning invisible hair strands around my face.

He sits on his chair and pushes himself along with the chair slightly backwards to place himself and his flute in the frame, his flute placed near his lips, a place I had been to a year before. The fateful kiss on the evening of Holi seared through my memory, and I blinked hard to bring my focus back on Krishna.

“Ready?” He asks.

I nod quietly while hiding my blush at witnessing the handsome sight in front of me.

He begins by playing a single note that sounds meditative to me. It is a slow but soothing beginning. I can imagine the moon and the cool breeze blowing around me. A few more slow music tunes flow through his flute, and I observe his face.

Krishna always appears so serene while playing the flute. He is at peace. Each of his facial muscles lie in a relaxed state except the slight curl of his lip. It appears like a soft subtle knowing smile, like that of a talented artist well aware of his craft and the hold he has over his cherished audience.

This time he plays a slow melody, as if taking time to express each emotion through every note. The rise and fall in volume and scale expresses a story of its own. It is hypnotizing.

There is yearning, loads of it. The tunes tug at my heart, as if calling my name. Krishna gently sways. It is a graceful motion. Well, Krishna is perfection incarnate. He is a natural performer.

My eyes close on their own. I can see myself dancing in my head to his music. I once dreamt that I was dancing to his music, only for him, for his eyes to see me and my art, just like he played the flute to me those two nights, only for me.

The yearning melody transforms to a slightly fun tune, as if teasing a beloved to proclaim their love, until it begins expressing bashfulness and devotion. God, he was truly a talented artist. He ought to be on bigger stage shows than post some one minute videos on Instagram and play his genius tunes for my ears to listen.

At one point, the music peaks. I feel my eyes moisten and my heart full with nostalgia, yearning and may I add this secretly: Love. A very tender love blooming like a lotus in the early hours of the morning when its warm golden rays caress its petals, coaxing it awake very gently.

It ends and my eyes fly open. I smile — this time not out of shyness, but of genuine admiration. I wonder if he can see my glazed eyes.

“Oh my, are you crying?”

I shrug my shoulders and blink those tears away. “Have I told you that your music is very moving? It easily makes someone too attached to it. It is like a spell.”

This time Krishna smiles shyly and scratches the back of his head. “Glad you liked it.”

Liked? The word loved too would be an understatement. I don’t say that out loud though. I answer with one of my pretty smiles.

Krishna twirls the flute around his fingers when I see him lean closer towards the screen, his eyebrows furrowed as if trying to focus on something. “Are you wearing my peacock chain?”

I pick the pecock pendant around my neck. “Yes, I keep it around my neck most of the time.”

“So, you still wear it every day.”

I nod with a hum and fiddle with the pendant. It used to be a part of Krishna’s beloved flute until he decided that it would better suit as a parting gift for a girl he met on a train than a beautiful adornment for his musical companion.

His eyes go thoughtful instead of the slightly smug playful expression he bears to mess with my heart with his relentless flirty lines. Krishna’s lips curl beautifully upwards. He is smiling to himself and I don’t question him why.

I know the answer to it.

He brings himself near to his phone. I can see more of his pretty face with more clarity. “The gods did hear my prayer after a long time. I got to see my girl prettier than the moon.”

Rolling my eyes, I reply, “Your flattery continues even though it is past midnight.” Secretly, I preen when I hear him say ‘my girl.’

I am a simple girl. I hear a sweet and charming guy call me as his; I melt into a puddle.

“Flattery for you, sweetheart. For me, it is the truth.”

And like that, my friends, I go quiet except the thudding heart inside my chest.

“So, how are you up this late, Bhaishmi,” He asks, tilting his head. “Your mother makes you sleep by this time.”

Shifting my phone towards my other hand, I flex my right hand a little to ease the stiffness in my wrist and answer, “My parents are out of town. They are visiting a relative’s wedding and will be back a day after tomorrow.”

Krishna’s dark eyes widen in surprise. “So, you are home alone for two whole days.”

Mustering up some courage, I add, “And two whole nights.”

He places his cheek on his palm. He looks like a lovesick fool, a very adorable one at that as he asks, “So, no interruption for two whole nights?”

“Nope.”

He hoots loudly before looking alarmingly at the door. Turning back towards me, he says softly, “Head back to your room then Bhaishmi. You are alone and you must not linger around late at night, especially on a dark terrace.”

I get up from my spot and walk towards the door. My hand accidentally hits the steel door. It creaks in an eerie tone, making the both of us jump.

I jog down the stairs with light feet as images of terrifying ghosts chasing me fill my head, and rush inside my warm cozy room.

“Did you lock the door properly?” Krishna asks.

I nod while curling myself in my cozy pink coloured blanket. My eyes close at the comfort surrounding me followed by the urge to fall asleep right away thanks to the mental exhaustion of being up late at nights for studies and projects for my school.

“Should we do a virtual sleepover thingy? You are sleepy.” Krishna points out.

I laugh and lay my head on my fluffy pillow. “I don’t have enough data pack for that.”

Krishna walks to his bed and covers himself with his blanket. His voice goes soft. He should sing me some lullabies, and I would fall asleep like a baby.

“Go to sleep, Bhaishmi. Try visiting me in my dreams.” He says with a teasing grin.

I smile in content instead of blushing hard. His face and his beautiful eyes are the last thing I see before my call screen changes to my lock screen wallpaper.

A ping awakens my tired eyes. My screen lights up.

“Goodnight Bhaishmi❤️. Sweet dreams.” There is a heart emoji beside my name. It is a red heart this time.

I wonder if he accidentally sent the red heart, since we generally stick to pink and blue ones.

Another ping.

“I will try to visit you in your dreams ;)” He adds a winking emoticon and a laughing emoji.

I grin and press my palm to my forehead before sending a text.

‘Goodnight Krishna 🩷🩷’

I don’t mention the part where I tell him that he has been in my dreams quite often.

--xxx---

Taglist: @ma-douce-souffrance (idk if you are using tumblr. you still haven't read the full series for this, but i am tagging in case you find this in the future hehe byeee) @jessbeinme15 @manwalaage @inexhaustible-sources-of-magic (hii sakhii) @krishna-priyatama @krsnaradhika

I kinda forgot the taglist for this fic. Many have different user ids now. Let me know if you all want to be tagged for krishna fics

[friend-shaped-but]

inspired a LOT by my baby cousin and also @theramblergal's thing about prativindhya and yudhishthir!!

Yudhishthir barely noticed the shout of “Baba, catch!” before the ball landed right on the papers he was looking over. The papers fell to the floor, saving them from the toppling inkpot, which spilled all over the table. The king grimaced, and picked up the ink stained ball at the parts where it wasn’t covered in black, and set it aside. 

“That wasn’t very nice, Vindhya,” he admonished. 

“I wanted to test your weflexes!” Prativindhya exclaimed. “I didn’t mean to make your papers fall!” 

“It's reflexes, and by the way, where’d you learn that word? And where’s Sutasoma? Why don’t you go play with him for now, and I’ll come once my work is done?” Yudhishthir asked. 

“He’s playing with the baby. I don’t want to play with the baby, all he does is cry and sleep and poop!” Vindhya pouted. “Everyone likes the baby, no one pays any attention to me, and I don’t like the baby!” his lips quivered and his voice rose in a crescendo. He crept to Yudhishthir’s chair, looking up at his father, and said in a tiny voice, his eyes welling up with tears “Does that make me a bad brother?” 

@randomfandomtraveller @chucklingmaniacally @chahaa-piun-ja @preyasi @demigod-of-the-agni @h0bg0blin-meatgoblin @chaanv @livingtheparadoxlife

Here's a snippet from the fic I was writing on these two!!! It's not finished yet but I am TRYING to do things here- please be patient I'll finish it after the exams

[myvarya]

~The Unspoken Vow~

-Kalki x FemOc-

Introduction:

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It was a regular day, people doing their labour, bounty hunters running here and there to catch the victims. It was a usual sight for the people in Kashi. They say it was the first city in the world to appear, and was famous for its beautiful temples, now even if you try to even hear the name of god, you won't be able to.

The city was bustling with sellers shouting, some were selling things that were supplied from the complex, some were selling human slaves.

Between the crowd a girl was sneaking secretly, so nobody could detect her. She secretly went to one of the stalls and sneakily stole one banana, and a fresh bottle of water. When she tried to sneak away she heard “Hey the total is 5000 units, pay and then take it!” she immediately stopped and turned around to see a bulky man, with a long beard and a pot belly, he is scary. She gulped and started running for her life.

It was not her first time stealing, hell she even stole from the complex, but always had that nervous feeling while doing that, she didn't want to get caught, she knew what happened to those who were caught, she didn't want that fate.

While running she entered an alleyway, bumping into people didn't stop her, she still ran. What she didn't see was that a tall man, and bumped into his chest. She was waiting for fall but didn't feel the impact, but she felt an arm wrapping around her waist. She opened her eyes to see two beautiful brown orbs, the most beautiful browns to ever come in contact with.

Her trance broke when she heard a shout, that pot belly was still behind her. She was about to run, when that man stopped her still looking at her. “Leave me..!” she wishper shouted. That man put hand on his chest and said “Hayee..” and as if he was about to faint. She looked at him weirded out.

“HEY YOU THIEF!” she heard a loud shout only to see the man, he was looking dangerous, she again gulped, she hadn't even eaten the food she stole from the stall. She is not ready to die. She was trying to get the grip of the man she bumped into.

“you had the audacity to run away with things that are way more valuable than your life!" The stall owner shouted. “I...I..” she stuttered, “Cat got you tongue huh!” he started coming closer to her. But was stopped by the man she bumped into, “Leave her she is with me.,” “I don't care, she stole things that are valuable for me, if she doesn't have the money..” the man took a look at her. “She has a really pretty face, she can work as a slave to pay off to the debt.” he completed smirking disgustingly.

By the time he completed the sentence, he was punched in the face by the mysterious man, and was held by the collar, the man gulped and said “listen I will pay 5000 units for her, you take the units I take the girl?” he said nervously and smiled.

The man again looked at the girl, who..who enchanted his heart, Nope he is not letting her go. Without looking at the man he punched him in the head, only to make him unconscious.

The girl wide eyed was surprised, the mysterious man slowly walked towards her, smiling like an idiot. “I let go of 5000 units for you, remember you are going to pay me the double amount of that..” he said bending a little, because she was short according to him.

She was still weirded out by the stranger, leaned away, he put a strand of her hair behind her ear, that was disturbing him to take a look at her features, “I am Bhairava..” whispered his name,

“Priya... Supriya..” she answered back.

So umm this was the introduction, I really don't know if people are going to read it, if it doesn't reach the audience, it's ok, I will post it on Wattpad.

If anybody likes it let me know if they want another chapter. And also it my first time on Tumblr so I am new to these things.

Mastelist. Chapter 1.

(unedited)

[blackknight-100]

HINDU MYTHOLOGY FIC MASTERLIST*

*Not Tumblr specific. Some of these are on my Wattpad, and some on AO3 (in light of recent AI nonsense, mine has been locked and cannot be accessed without an account. It's easy to get an account if you want, you just have to put in your email and wait for like, a week)

Disclaimer: These are works of fiction where creative liberties have been taken for entertainment purposes. Works may include regional and folkloric events/beliefs and may not always adhere to source material.

Warnings: Some fics may contain non-explicit discussions of assault, violence, abuse or discrimination, and may include allusions to intimacy. Please proceed with caution.

Multi-Chaptered Fics/Major Works:

The Heart of Gold (Mahabharata, fin.) (AO3, Wattpad)

Hands of God (Mahabharata, wip.) (AO3, Wattpad)

Mukhaute (Mahabharata, Theatre!AU, wip.) (AO3, Wattpad)

Daughter of the Mountains (Durga's Story, wip.) (AO3, Wattpad)

Ramayana

Falling (in love with you): Lakshmana/Urmila (OS)

Sundaralekhan AU: Sita does not go to the forest (OS)

Janak and Sunaina visit Ayodhya after Sita's Bhumi-Pravesh (OS)

AU: Lakshmana Dies (OS)

Rama goes to visit Sita at Valmiki's aashram (OS)

Lav-Kusha arrive at Ayodhya after Sita's Bhumi-Pravesh (OS)

5 times Rama hears about Sita + 1 time he tells someone about her

3 times Rama bows his head + 1 time Sita does not (Uttar Kaand)

Mahabharata

Arjuna and Karna - Character Swap

Duryodhana and Dushashana - Brothers

Duryodhana and Lakshmana Kumara

Vrishasena and his secret lover (3+1)

Ashwatthama after Drona's death (OS ft. Karna)

Yudhisthira - The End

PRIDE: Shikhandi

Ashwatthama-Karna-Duryodhana Bromance (ft. Vrishali and Bhanumati)

Abhimanyu Does Not Die (Fic I: Sad Ending)

Abhimanyu Does Not Die (Fic II: Kind of Happy Ending?)

Draupadi Does not Accompany the Pandavas to Exile (5+1)

Krishna's Birth - A Little Janmaasthami Fic

Arjuna and Vrishasena - 3 Times Vrishasena found his Uncle + 1 Time it was otherwise

Vrishasena Backstory Fic

The Kauravas and Pandavas Spend a Happy Day (ft. Karna)

Arjuna and Vrishasena Fluff

Krishna and Sudama - Moments out of Time (AO3, Wattpad)

Extra

Shesha Reflects

Saraswati and Lakshmi: Sisterhood

Shiva x Mohini (ft. Parvati and Lakshmi)

[aru-loves-krishnaxarjuna]

I want an AU/fanfic where:

Arjuna is a female

Pandavas and Kauravas are NOT enemies

Karna was adopted by Pandu in his childhood because Kunti told him of her mistake as a teen girl

Arjuni being the pampered, quiet, depressed, cutu baby sister of the Kauravas, Karna, Yudhishthir and Bheem

Karna and Arjuni being the absolute war machines

Her being the most beautiful princess and the strongest warrior in the world lol

Shakuni is tortued to death

Draupadi only marries Arjuni

Arjuni roasting the living shit outta her lover Krishna

Arjuni's swayamvar

Krishna x Arjuni

Wholesome family moments between the Kurus

[stxrrynxghts]

Chapter 1: The Job (Ariose)

So, I made a poll on which couple to write on, and Bhima and Droupadi got 31.4% votes!!! So, here this short series is! I've titled it Ariose, a word which means songlike, or characterized by melody. This is a modern AU, and is set in the late 80s/early 90s, so there will be plenty of references. Also, I'm not aware about court proceedings actually work, so pardon me if there are any inaccuracies. Hope y'all like it!!!

Tap, tap.

Krishnaa taps her foot, trying to suppress the growing wave of irritation that spreads through her. Calm down, she tells herself. You cannot lose your temper at work, not inside the court-

The opposition lawyer doesn't make her job easier. Like a proper scoundrel, he accuses Krishnaa's client, the victim of faking her crime.

It's atrocious.

She looks down at her documents, her gaze falling on the images of the wounds taken from the victim's body. The sight of the scratches on her neck, the bruises on her arms, stir a feeling of discomfort inside her.

Krishnaa reaches out to scratch her neck, an action done in hopes to reduce her discomfort.

It does not work. Nothing ever does.

Thankfully, by Shiva's blessings, she has never been assaulted, never touched inappropriately, unlike her poor client. And yet, she finds herself almost close to tears, and it's not because of her work.

No, Krishnaa has felt this way before as well, even when she was just a young child. As if there was some pain rooted inside her heart deeply, something that she couldn't push away no matter how hard she tried.

Sometimes, she can still feel the hands on her neck, her shoulders, her waist-

Tugging at her hair wildly, pulling it, as if they were intended on tearing it out of her scalp.

It is a good decision that Krishnaa's hair is short, just till her shoulders, long enough to tie in a ponytail. It can't be pulled...right?

Right?!

"My client is innocent, Your Honor!" The lawyer of the accused yells. "The girl is lying-"

LYING?!

Krishnaa stands up, but right then, the judge declares the court to be adjourned. She holds back a scream, and instead, focuses her energy on calming herself down properly.

"Heyyy." Mini, Krishnaa's friend and colleague, arrives out of nowhere, hooking her arm into hers. "Why so serious?"

Mini is two months Krishnaa's junior, and is a bubbly girl, with chubby cheeks, and long hair which she styles in different ways. So different when compared to Krishnaa herself.

"Didn't you hear what he said? How can he say something like that about Ritu?!" Ritu is their client, a 19 year old girl. She was raped, and had lived to tell the tale.

"It's our job, to defend our clients-"

"But there is a basic sense of humanity as well, no?!" Krishnaa retorts.

"Yes, yes!" Mini exclaims, raising her hands in surrender. "Anyways, don't be so sad. We have time to prepare till the next hearing."

Krishnaa nods, tucking a strand of her curly, dark hair behind her ear, and sighs. She gathers her things, stuffing them into her bag.

"My parents want me to get married soon..." Mini says, softly. "I don't want to...right now..."

"Then don't." Krishnaa says.

"They won't let me stay with them, then..."

"Then come to stay with me." Krishnaa tells her. "You don't need to be scared of anyone, not even your own parents."

"I can stay with you?" Mini asks, surprised. "Really? AWWWW, YOU ARE SO ADORABLEEEEE!"

And then, she emphasizes her point by smooching Krishnaa's cheeks. Twice.

"Let's go and eatttt!"

"But I already brought lunch for myself-" Her protests fall on deaf ears, and Krishnaa is dragged out of the courtroom. Mini takes Krishnaa to a typical indian dhaba.

Krishnaa does not eat in dhabas often. Actually, she prefers home made food much more than outside food, except for the occasional samosa-jalebi.

The two of them sit on a table, and Krishnaa looks around. The dhaba is simple, with some tables and chairs, a few fans hanging on the ceiling. There is a simple counter, and behind the counter is a fridge, filled with soft drinks. There is a curtain, which covers a room which is most likely the kitchen.

It's simple, and tidy, despite it's unusually shabby appearance.

"What's your order?" A gruff voice asks, and Krishnaa swirls around to see who it is.

God, he is tall.

The man has curly hair, till his nape. He is rather handsome, and muscled up as well.

Krishnaa blinks, silently, averting her gaze. Mini rambles their order quickly, and from the corner of her eye, Krishnaa sees the man head back to the kitchen, and sit down.

So he is the waiter AND the chef. Wow.

The food is quite tasty as well.

Perhaps she should come here often.

[avani008]

Can u tell more stories about bhanumati the wife of duryodhana ?

She meets her hundredth brother-in-law a month into the dazzling rush of Hastinapur, mouth and mind full to bursting of new names.

At first glance she overlooks him, at the next, she wonders how anyone might. He resembles her husband strikingly, much more than the rest of his kin. Later she will know this causes them both no little displeasure, but for now she only offers a hesitant half-smile.

”Don't bother,” says Yuyutsu by way of greeting. “I’m no one important. In fact I don’t doubt they’d rather you never had cause to know of my existence. A royal byblow makes for an embarrassing scandal to introduce to a daughter-in-law.”

Well. That is unexpected.

“It happens about once a generation among us Kurus,” he goes on, mercilessly. “A maidservant’s son brought up to speak the truth—or so they say. My uncle, at least, sees it as burden rather than blessing.”

Bhanumati’s smile grows fixed. Yuyutsu sees it, and mistakes the cause.

“Not that you need worry,” he adds. “My eldest brother seems to have escaped that particular proclivity. My next sister-in-law isn’t so lucky; nor the wife of that friend of theirs.”

A problem for another day, another woman; Bhanumati shakes her head.

”Your kindness notwithstanding,” she says, her temples beginning to pound. “I assure you those--proclivities mean little to me, except an escape from your brother's attentions."

"Hmm," says Yuyutsu: a particularly patronizing sound Bhanumati will recall whenever her husband complains to her, years in the future, of how he loathes his half-brother. It might even be the first shared sentiment to bring husband and wife together. "For now, at least."

"For never," Bhanumati retorts, startled into forgetting any semblance of grammar. Her wide-eyed expression is enough to convey her intent; Yuyutsu laughs, raises his hands in surrender, and steps away.

"Say what you will, Princess," he tells her, even as he turns to go. "Only remember: we maid's children ever speak nothing but truth."

[ryxmix]

FOR ALL YOU MAHABHARAT FANS/ WITCH LOVERS/ ASTROLOGY BITCHES/ PEOPLE WHO FOUND THE ZODIAC ACADEMY'S ACADEMY COOL (not the characters) / MYTHOLOGY LOVERS, I WOULD LIKE TO INTRODUCE TO YOU:

The Story of the Zodiacs!

It's a story which me my friends are working on our shared ao3 account, thetrio_writes, and I would love for you all to come and see the first chapter and give us tips and tell us what you want to see!

It's still in the making, but it's a fic I definitely plan on completing since it will be something i share with my hostages friends.

it's not much of adventure or things like that, just a lot of romance, fluff, magic, and laughter! + mythical beasts too!

it's a college setting with three main characters based on the three of au and is heavily concentrated on hindu mythology with greek, norse, egyptian, and roman mythology (the reasons the others aren't given will be explained in ch 2!)

we'll try to make it as diverse as we can while it still fits the plot!

oh, and we have polyamorous characters, aroace characters, and obviously, indian characters!

Updates will be slow for now since we're a bit busy but you can expect more after the 6th or 7th of this month!

I hope everyone who sees this at least takes a peek at it and chooses to reblog it too!

[heyifinallyhaveablog]

The Defeated

Borderline proud of myself yet again for not succumbing to laziness, and sleeping my way through the Sunday. And bringing myself to finally see this through.

The taglist remains:

@melancholicmonody , @ambidextrousarcher, @chaanv, @vidhurvrika, @bleedinknight, @stxrrynxghts, @supernatasha, @kalpansh, @alwaysthesideofwonder, @raat-jaaga-paakhi, @slayerofthevampire, @demonkidpliz and anyone else at all.

Factual corrects, comments, and constructive criticism are always welcome.

Also, please feel free to drop in with any prompts that you may have. I'm officially out of ideas for any writing at all, and hence on the lookout for inspiration to dawn as an epiphany.

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Fandom: Mahabharat | Star Plus Mahabharat

Pairings: Bheema/Draupadi

Warnings: Mentions of War | PTSD | Trauma | Bloodshed

Summary: The Second Pandava deals with ghosts of the War. Alone.

Disclaimer: This is entirely a work of fiction, based on an idea I had while reading C. Rajagopalachari’s version of the Mahabharata. But I do have to say this, this has a lot to offer that is different from the Mahabharata that is actually popular. I just hope that this resonates with the readers, and you read this, and find this worth your time and your feedback. Please leave a short comment or a like, whatever you may deem fit. And as always!

THANK YOU!

Note: Link to the said source: Here

Links:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2, and

Chapter 3

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Chapter 4

The Ghosts

“The Grandsire’s Mother,” Draupadi said, after an eternity, “hasn’t been able to cleanse all, it seems.”

“I’d felt it, My Love,” Bheema rose from her lap, breathing into his palms as if trying to regain his breath, “when Jyeshth performed his last rites. The Holy River is never turbulent, never acerbic. She took in all his penance, while he cried himself hoarse. She let him vent his grief, but-”

- “I doubt even she could have borne it all. I felt his grief assume the most tangible form it could as I held him, as I might have heard her calm whisper, as if she unburdened some his grief on my form.”

- “Trust me Panchaali, Pavanputra hasn’t granted me the strength to heave this angst.”

As if it were in Him to erase the sanguine trail of Kurukshetra.

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She thinks of it all, once again.

The Kuru Palace seemed to assume the form of a grandiose crematorium. Dead bodies everywhere.

Gone were the decorated halls, and, perfumed chambers.

Gone were the regal, elephantine embellishments, of gold and silk.

Gone was the resplendence. 

All was bereft of everything, but death, and the pallor of destruction.

Krishna always seemed to emphasise that the means were warranted for the end. But, at the end of it all, what deific poultice could heal wounds that were irreparable? Which God could reverse the deaths of those multitudes?

Could the land of Kurukshetra be cleanse of the rank odour, and sanguine of The Great War, even if their burden was to be meant to be borne by posterities on end?

She tries to not let her memory go down that rabbit hole. The incidents, haven’t yet let themselves take leave of the inner recesses of her memory. Her being still doesn’t allow it.

“I still wonder, Arya,” she breathes, “what if I hadn’t been-”

“Don’t, Panchaali,” Bhima cuts her short.

That was another mark of shame that his mighty frame had been unable to bear, even after all these years -

- Even today, now that the War was over.

- Long over.

It was for them to deal with the Ghosts of their past, their present, and

Their future.

[rheaitis]

Got inspire from avani008, AU headcanon that Durdhara(female Duryodhana) got betrothed with Yudhisthira for political reason. Adults satisfied with this arrangement - eldest son of Pandu and eldest daughter of Dhritarashtra, the reunite of Pandava and Kauravas. None of them ask feelings of children.

Her cousin is fourteen that year, two hands taller and three shades darker than Durdhara at twelve, scowlingly furious at her father’s glib decision, confounded by her mother’s placid acceptance.

“This is unfair,” she snaps at her father and mother and uncle and finally—driven to it—at Yuyutsu, who nods agreeably, infuriatingly, from his perch on the lintel of her doorway. “It should go to my brother! At the very least, to you!”

“Why, princess,” Yuyutsu drawls, “here I thought you hated me.”

Durdhara waves this off. “Of course I do, but at least you have Kuru blood to boast of. What is he? Nothing of ours, got off some wandering sage or wily mendicant by my aunt.”

“Yes, what have things come to, if they’re letting the product of niyoga on the Elephant Throne,” Yuyutsu observes. “We must condemn your great-grandmother for her sins; write to the Balhika rulers at once, I’ll carry the message myself.”

Durdhara scowls and stamps her foot. “If he’s my uncle’s son, that’s worse. How can I marry so close, if he’s as good as my brother?”

Yuyutsu sighs and slides to the floor, catches her flailing wrist in one hand and cradles her into an embrace. Two years ago he wouldn’t have dared for fear of being bitten bloody, but the arrival of the Pandavas has changed much for everyone, if nobody more than Priyadarshini Durdhara, no longer the elder sister of the presumed heir, but an younger cousin good only for some minor alliance. She is angrier now than in her sunlit childhood, but quieter with it, less sure of her hold on people’s hearts. Two years ago, faced with such a proposal, she would have rushed to Great-Uncle Bhishma, to Acharya Kripa, to the war minister and the Head of Exchequer. A year before that she would have tried to pummel Yudhisthira into submission.

Nobody has said, because nobody has had to, that this is the easiest solution. Durdhara’s younger brothers are pallid creatures of ten and younger, Yuyutsu a slave’s son destined for a ministry at best, Durdhara herself a girl. Yudhisthira is fourteen, brilliant, comely with divine light in his dark eyes; his brothers are a promising lot: the eldest just a year younger than him, the other three charming and sweet-natured. How fortunate that the Princess Gandhari dropped a daughter first, how fortuitous that Dhritarashtra’s regency will cease in a decade, how lovely for Durdhara that she will never be far from her father’s home. 

“I wonder,” Yuyutsu says after Durdhara has stopped trembling in his arms with rage and grief, “what he thinks of the matter.”

Durdhara rears back, eyes flashing again. “I just told you! He’s the one who came up with it!”

“Not our father,” Yuyutsu tells her. “Our sweet, studious cousin the crown-prince. Your intended. What do you think he thinks of this betrothal?”

Durdhara opens her mouth to snarl at him, then closes it. “I don’t know,” she tells him. “Shall we ask him?”

[ramayantika]

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Ch-3: The beloved's wedding bells

Aarnika's exile made her feel grateful about the ample amount of freedom she had with herself. Only her mother cared about her whereabouts, and she never minded where her daughter went or who she was meeting. The queen trusted her daughter to behave responsibly, so apart from her motherly concern about her daughter's well-being, she was okay with whatever Aarnika did in the Kanakgarh palace. She had no problems with Aarnika going to Dwarka to attend Krishna's wedding, and had only asked her to be careful so that nobody from Mahishaka could know about her presence in Dwarka.

The palace originally belonged to the king's sister who died an untimely death after the birth of her firstborn. Since then, the palace was taken care of by some servants and caretakers until Aarnika arrived.

The Kanakgarh palace was splendid. Constructed out of sandstone, its walls and pillars well decorated with beautiful designs and sculptures that enthralled guests and other visitors. Aarnika's arrival had caused some buzz in the small city and after some time the locals had befriended the princess and would often send some of their handmade crafts or fruits from their own lands to her. As she lived alone, after managing the city affairs regarding trade and security, she would be found strolling in the city lanes talking to her people or would play with the kids. Sometimes, she also helped to solve minute disputes which made people like her even more.

The women liked to call Aarnika as Rani Aarnika, but she would politely ask them not to call her as their queen, but they never listened and in the end, she had to agree to let them call her their queen. Somewhere inside her heart it made her feel happy and proud that these people had accepted her so easily and loved her so much.

"How much distance do we still have to cover?" Aarnika asked one of the palanquin bearers.

"Half a prahar, my princess. I suggest you to to sleep inside and we will wake you up when we reach the entrance."

Shaking her head, she replied, "How can I sleep when all of you are tirelessly walking? I had told you that I would use the horse and then board the palanquin when we enter the city. Nobody listens to me."

The palanquin bearer, a strong burly man smiled and answered, "Our princess must have the finest entrance. Besides, the sun would be too harsh on your skin. We will let you use the horse in an hour after the afternoon sun redues its glaze."

She could address her broken heart in private after coming back from the wedding. Without wasting any time, Aarnika had packed some of her possessions to visit Dwarka and attend Krishna's wedding while also harbouring a secret desire to meet his bride, Rukmini too see what kind of lady she was.

Aarnika was absentmindedly tracing over the scroll. She had carried it with her and had already read it a hundred times, with each count, her heart felt heavy with the pain of losing out on a loved one. What was worse was that she could never tell him about her affections. Perhaps, her heart would have felt a little more lighter if she could tell her feelings about him instead of sulking in her one sided love story.

But do we always get the things we desire for?

After getting bored with her musings about the future and about the wedding, she decided to clear her head and heart by looking out at the view outside her palanquin. Nimble fingers well groomed and adorned with alta and jewelled rings parted the shiny curtains of the palanquin. Aarnika's eyes were greeted with a majestic view of a green landscape of hills, forests, fields and small lakes.

The afternoon sun had reduced its glare and was peacefully resting by a hilltop. The green hills lead their shadows to fall on the road. She could see some men walking near the hill, carrying wood and axes. Some women dressed in sarees upto their knees were carrying wood on their heads with one hand and the other hand held their children tightly.

She closed her eyes for a brief moment after admiring the scenery around her. It felt peaceful. The pleasant sight had also calmed her heart. Being a princess, she had understood from a very young age that this lifestyle would entail meeting other royals and eminent dignitaries. As a young teen, she was always chaperoned with her mother when meeting officials or other important guests.

A small smile graced her lips as her mind drifted to the time when she had begun living alone in the Kanakgarh palace. An eminent scholar was to visit the princess and she was freaking out as the days neared to his arrival. Luckily, she had received him well and had also learnt a lot from him along with the heavy discussion and debate they had over various topics. From then on, her confidence had increased to talk and handle people on her own, but it still did not drive away her jitters whenever she had to meet someone new.

And for someone, she had romantic feelings for, coupled with meeting the person at their wedding after so long, the jitters had increased.

She closed her eyes and mumbled, "Devi Parvati, please let me not do or say anything stupid there."

With her eyes closed in prayer and the gentle winds that were now blowing, it took no time for the princess to fall asleep. Her mind began showing Krishna in her dreams and all her fantasies she had about the charming young man, but in the end, just like all beautiful dreams have to end abruptly with someone waking you up, the princess was not spared either.

"We have reached, rajkumari ji."

She hurriedly opened her eyes and rubbed her face. Peering slightly outside her palanquin, to see Dwaraka, all her drowsiness vanished in a jiffy as the golden city stood in front of her in all its glory.

It was said that the city was far more beautiful than Indra's swarga. Large golden palaces, its walls and pillars decorated with coloured stones to light up at night. The archways were decorated with precious stones, making them gleam all day and night. With the wedding preparations, the city appeared to have decked up like a new bride. The markets, the city squares, homes, each place was buzzing with activity.

People of Dwaraka were quite fashionable it seemed. Aarnika observed how so many wore the most expensive of fabrics, even the children. Men and women equally wore a lot of jewellery. Camps were placed in the entire city to allow arrangements for musicians and performers for the soon to be wed couple.

"Rajkumari, I think it would be better that you use the palanquin. Look at how grand everything is! Your arrival too must be memorable," Sukanya said, as her eyes twinkled at all the grandeur of Dwaraka.

Aarnika smiled and asked the palanquin to be put down. Motioning for her horse, she said, "Which is why, I believe I must ride a horse. I don't think any lady would choose a horse to enter with all these heavy sarees and jewels. Besides, I also want to see the palace closely." Maybe also see Krishna once?

The servants relented and let her use the horse. The path to the entrance too was beautiful decorated with colourful flags and banners. On the side of the road, stalls were installed to serve refreshments for guests who were coming from far away palaces.

The horse trotted to the entrance gate and Aarnika who otherwise was completely taken by the decor and beauty of the city had suddenly began to feel nervous once again. So many people were going to be there. Princessee, princes, kings, queens and other high ranking officials. She was here alone with neither friend nor family.

I should have used the palanquin…

She saw a young girl dressed in a shimmery golden blouse and skirt, a loosely draped purple dupatta over the shoulder, standing at the gate with some servants who were scurrying around with flowers and seals. Krishna had sent a seal to Aarnika too which would function as some sort of identification for the important guests.

Aarnika fetched the seal from Sukanya and rode to the gate. The girl dressed in gold smiled at her and asked one of the soldiers to examine the sea. "You have come alone, princess, it seems."

Shrugging, Aarnika replied, "Oh yes, I couldn't get my family to come with me. Also, I am glad to have some alone time here. My parents won't go looking around for suitable matches, so I can breathe."

The girl laughed, her dupatta stealthily slid down her shoulder which she hastily picked up. "I feel you. I am quite young, but I too have some older ladies pestering me to look at some princes of my age who have come here to make an alliance. Nice to meet you, princess, I am Subhadra."

The princess gasped. "Krishna's youngest sister, aren't you? I am so sorry, I couldn't recognize you earlier though I did think that you must be someone from the Dwarakan royal family – my god, I should have known you."

Subhadra was the most pampered child in the family. The brother duo, Krishna and Balaram doted on their sister and so did the elders. As a child, her chubby cheeks and sweet talk won over every person who met her. The fifteen year old princess looked no less beautiful and Aarnika was sure that once she would reach adulthood, her beauty would be talked about in the entire Aryavarta.

Brown doe eyes looked at Aarnika, an adorable pout on her pink lotus petal like lips. "Earth to you, princess. May I have your name too? I might be around you in the wedding to save myself from the ladies."

"I am Aarnika from Mahi-"

"It's you?! Kanha bhaiya told me about you. Salutations to Shiva, I finally got the opportunity to meet you. Did you know I had to annoy Kanha bhaiya so much just to get to know your name like come on… your brother is writing letters to someone so late at night after such a busy schedule, with a beautiful smile on his lips when anybody else would just want to collapse on the bed. You definitely would want to know who it is.

"And by chance, I found out that he was writing to some princess. I thought he was writing to his lover or something, and believe me, I had even asked him. Do you know what did he say?"

Aarnika's heart was beating too fast. She was sure that no way did Krishna hold any romantic affection for her, but she did want to know what he said about her.

"Pray, tell me, what did he say?"

"Subhadrey, you cannot know everything. You need to let fate take its own course too. Things are going to unfurl themselves on their own." Subhadra kept a finger under her chin and glanced at the sky. "My theory is that Kanha bhaiya can know the future. He always has this knowing smile on his face, as if he knows all the secrets of the Universe."

Aarnika looked down to the ground and smiled at the chattering girl whose attention had suddenly moved towards a figure clad in a red and green garment, their feet walking hurriedly outside.

"Bhratashree, if you are trying to meet your bride, I will let you, but if you are caught, it's not on me."

The person lifted the veil from their face and it was none other than Krishna. Wearing a red blouse and a green skirt, a green dupatta partially covering the head, he turned around and grimaced, saying, "Ever the keen eyes, isn't it Subhadrey? Wait a moment," He turned his eyes towards Aarnika, "You have finally arrived! I am glad you could make it to the wedding."

Aarnika's happiness knew no bounds. She was finally seeing him again after four long years. For her, these four years were akin to four births. She had noticed that the young lord had grown more handsome. Blushing, she replied, "How could I not come, Krishna? Besides, I always try to be with my friends in their good times and bad times while totally ignoring the fact that I have only two dear friends in my circle."

Subhadra feigned a mock gasp and sadly looked at Aarnika. "You don't count me as your third then."

Laughing heartily, Aarnika shook her head. "Okay, dearest princess, you are my third friend. Happy?"

A small smile played on Krishna's lips, his eyes twinkling with the knowledge of a future only known to him as he looked at his sister and Aarnika. The latter felt his eyes on her and shyly gazed at him when he said, "Subhadrey, take care of Aarnika. She is my special guest. Now allow me to leave to meet my bride in secret. Goodbye!"

Aarnika gulped and nodded at him, painfully aware that he would never be able to be hers, the last sentence had pierced her heart once again. Huffing, she asked Subhadra, "Well, where am I supposed to go now?"

"Oh my, I totally forgot about it. Come with me, I don't think anybody else is going to come now for a while and even if they do, the guards and some of the servants will take care of it. I will personally escort you to your chamber."

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The bride and bridegroom looked as if Vishnu and Lakshmi themselves had descended on earth to marry each other again. The guests showered praise and admiration at the couple. Some even compared their wedding to that of the Gods while some commented that the grandeur had surpassed the level of the residents of Swarga loka.

Subhadra, apart from running around near the mandapam, tagged along with Aarnika to escape from the royal ladies who were hell bent to secure Dwarka's lovely princess for their sons. Aarnika, being the demure and reserved one, stood at one side, looking at the rituals and smiling at Subhadra. Sometimes, her eyes drifted towards Krishna.

He lovingly looked at his bride, Rajkumari Rukmini, the princess of Vidarbha. Rukmini looked resplendent in her bridal attire. Aarnika had no doubt that Krishna would fall in love with her at first sight. Sometimes the couple would sneakily look at each other, and Rukmini would blush when Krishna met her gaze.

"I never told you how these two are getting married right? Rukmini bhabhi asked bhaiya to abduct her. Pretty brave, don't you think?" Aarnika was too lost in her own world of heartbrokenness to hear Subhadra.

"Didi? Are you alright?"

That broke Aarnika out of her gloomy state. "Huh – what? Were you saying something? I am sorry – probably the journey has made me feel tired so early on."

Frowning slightly, Subhadra cautiously looked at her. Aarnika's eyes had reddened at the corners slightly, her fair cheeks too bore some red shade.

"Are you crying? Did I upset you?" Subhadra touched Aarnika's arm gently. Her touch caused Aarnika to shed some more tears that had pooled near the corner of her eyes.

Tear laden blue eyes looked up at the gentle eyes of Subhadra. It had been so long since someone had asked her that question. It had been so long since someone had touched her with so much tenderness. All these years, as a child, Aarnika would go to her mother for comfort after hearing relentless insults or scoldings by her father. Growing up into a woman, she realized that she was on her own. She could not see her mother's pitiful look at her each time her father demeaned her in front of everyone.

Thus, she decided that she would stand upright with an iron back, take every insult, every bitter word against her on her flesh and her heart and bring herself to achieve something great. She would build herself with the strength which her mother wasn't able to provide.

But the quest for greatness has never been an easy path. It's filled with hardships, failures, tears and loneliness. Only, hope makes the heart survive through days of toil and turmoil and sometimes the company of loved ones make days easy to breeze by.

Talking to Krishna fetched great solace to Aarnika's heart. Sometimes she wondered if it was love for him or was it her desperate wish masked in the form of love to have someone in her life who would care for her, someone who looked at her with admiration and saw what she was capable of.

Someday, perhaps, someday soon, the princess too would find her people, but not today. Subhadra was still young and was someone she had just met today to tell her about her life. And one must not be too sad at a wedding.

Smiling through her teary eyes, she replied, "Nothing, princess. Watching your brother's wedding made me teary eyed. If at all I get married, I would need someone to look at me the same way, he is looking at the princess."

"You are lying to me, didi. These are tears of hidden pain you nurse inside your heart. I am not that young to not understand this." Subhadra passed her a comforting smile. "If you need someone to listen, you can always look for me."

Aarnika blinked and shook her head at her, saying, "How are you kids talking like grown ups huh?"

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We met Subhadra. Okay we need to move away from sad parts now so I will write some happy chapters soon until the great grief appears in her life again.

I would love to be pen friends with him (Krishna) lol and something tells me that Subhadra and Aarnika are going to have a great bond (story badhane hetu dosti plot)

Aaj ke liye itna hi ab kal phir milte hai (more like agle chapter dusre yug mein par thik hai)

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for the emoji ask game?

Something from "Hey, brother" because it is a very precious fic!!

“Where does your strength come from?” He asked Bheem once. 

He closed his eyes, and thought. A wild animal prowling around the campsite they were spending their childhood in, and him rushing forward to drive the beast away. Mother’s relieved face when that happened. A vague image of someone heckling the twins, and him breaking up the fight to put a stop to it. Sahadev’s devastated face in the Lakshagraha, learning that their life in the palace was one filled with deceit and if they wanted to be truly safe, they would have to leave. Hidimba. Her wide grin, their matching leopard-claw necklaces. How the first thing he did when they reached the city limits was putting it on. Ghatotkach, a mere baby when he left them, an infant who spanned from his fingers to his elbows, laughing as his father threw him up in the air. The determination in Arjun’s eyes as he took aim and fired at the fish, Panchaali’s smiling face. Yudhishthir, radiant on the throne. Nakul’s fear when he was staked in the game of dice, like a mere object. Yajnaseni’s screams as she was disrobed, Dusshasan’s cackles as he tried to take off her clothes like she was an object and he was a little girl playing with a doll. 

“My family,” he answered, his head held high and his back ramrod straight. He wasn’t going to apologise for that. His family kept his humanity alive, and he was pretty sure he would be some feral bloodthirsty creature, stripped of all humanity, without them. 

[eremin0109]

"A catastrophic war, an unimpressive death and six millennia later, here they were, still playing the same old game."

This fic takes place in an universe where the events of Mahabharat actually happened. The modern setting is about 6000 years after the end of the war.

Both the Pandavas and Kauravas have been reborn into a prominent criminal family, together known as the "Kaushik-Pancholi" clan. They're the most notorious crime organization in the subcontinent, with influence extending well into parts of South-East Asia and the Middle-East.

Jay Pancholi is Arjun reincarnated, the most skilled hitman of the clan as well as a key member of the family. However, he's also essentially the black sheep because he doesn't approve of the brutal working of his family. Nonetheless, he's extremely loyal to them.

Kanan Yadav, Krishna reincarnated, is an undercover agent of a special task force created to disassemble this terrorist organisation from inside out. He first befriends Jay and later more important members of the family to gain information on them and the organization's activities. But somewhere along the way, his morality and allegiance is put to test when he starts developing feelings for his charge.

This fic takes place after Jay finds out Kanan's true identity and is absolutely livid with anger and heartbreak when he confronts him, violently.

[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]

Arjunaa became a masochist (who enjoys pain) because of her mother

Abusive Kunti Au (i love that au)

Song fic: The Red Means I Love You

Arjunaa had gone outside of the palace of Hastinapur as she didn't actually enjoy the same old palace walls made with bloods and tears of her ancestors yet held together just by ashes and bones and their sheer will.

And she had informed no one, absolutely no one about this. And she did not take her bow.

*Later:*

Her brothers were finding her all throughout the palace and reached her room at last. Pitamah Bhishma, Dronacharya as well as Mahamantri Vidur were there, tensed and anxious. Kunti bore an annoyed and angry look, and Duryodhan as well as some of his brothers and Shakuni looked irritated and angered. They all had gathered in the Rajkumari's room. They kept talking and shouting and only stopped when they heard the door open.

The sight that bore them was horrifying to say the least. Well, not for some.

"Putri! Are you alright!?" Bhishma shouted in horror.

Arjunaa stood in her bloody appearance, blood gushing out of all her body, possessing a hefty amount of fresh wounds, her body shaking yet she had a smile on her face, almost looking like she was enjoying the pain.

She sighed, grinning. "Unfortunate... You say such a shame, I turned out this way...A maniac." She exasperated, looking at everyone. "Well yes, I get manic when I cause a panic. And of course I'm excited when I feel this pain around!"

"My insides are red...~" as she looked insanely at Duryodhan and Shakuni. "And yours are too!"

She spinned childishly. "And the reds on my body are matching you!" Kunti now tensed. "Arjunaa-!" She shouted only to be interrupted.

Yudhishthir broke out of his shock. "Behen-! I-Goodness! You are bleeding!"

Arjunaa laughed like in childish enjoyment. "What a wonderful feeling!" While Shakuni looked at her like she was a lunatic.

Arjunaa's body finally gave up and she fell down, yet she still had a smile on. "Let me heal you! You're down in pain-"

Arjunaa looked at Nakul and frowned. "Will you just stop pleading? My head is just reeling-" She got up weakly.

Drona tried to say something. "Putri-!"

"The RED means i am loved by you!" Arjunaa exclaimed towards her mother, blood gushing out more furiously, as Kunti now got nervous by all the stares she was receiving. "The RED means i am loved by ALL of you!" She exclaimed again...enjoying the pain yet more.

Yet oblivious to everyone's horror on seeing her worsen by the moments passing by...