Subhadra - Wikipedia
Arjun and Draupadi Story - Though it seems that the epic He had described the beauty of his cousin Subhadra who was Krishna's half sister .. Beware: These 5 zodiac signs will not give you any 'Space' in your relationship. Subhadra was the sister of Krishna, the cousin and charioteer of Arjuna. Arjun's wife, and son Babruvahana, both stayed in Manipur when. Similary Arjun marriage to Subhadra is a mysterious leela of God for the sake of protection of Arjuna - arjuna was not blood relation son of Kunti. Arjuna taken.
I crossed my arms over my chest. He froze, staring at me in surprise. I began trembling again, the tears leaking once more. I pulled back, looking up at him. Do you hear me? Shall we hold a swayamvara?
All the princes and kings will be there. You will have all the liberty to choose who you want. What if I get fascinated at first look but then I hate him after getting married, when nothing can be done to reverse time? So you would like to get to know your groom-to-be before the big day. I rolled my eyes and turned away, kicking the sand under my feet. Someone who knows you so well too? You have no idea how close you are to Arjuna. In a brotherly fashion, as though the pair of them had been the best of friends for years.
I opened my mouth, then closed it again, staring in some horror at the man in disguise, taking in everything he was, now getting the picture of why he was built like that. Ask your brother for further clarification. This was a punishment of my breaking the rule I had forged with my brothers. I was destined to come here and meet you.
You and I are meant to be together. He may have been in disguise but he was Arjuna all that time he spent with you. He had been Arjuna. But the aftermath of my juvenile obsession and the damage it brought to my mind and heart overruled it. As soundless as a cat, I sneaked out of my room, made my way through my corridors and pushed the glass doors to my part of the palace open.
The chill of the midnight air fanned my face, cooling the heat my cheeks adapted at the thought and execution of my attempt to go and see Arjuna with a calm and composed mind. I knew I had been unreasonable when I blew my top at him earlier this afternoon. But how else could I have reacted?
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His reveal had come at me out of blue and had shaken me, which made me blurt out the first things that had always been there, ripe in my mind. It took a while before I calmed down and thought things over.
Krishna was the one who found him and brought him here. And had been put under my care by Krishna … Krishna. He knew it was Arjuna. And had Krishna played the role of a matchmaker?
- Whom did Arjuna loved, Draupadi or Subhadra
There was only one way to know. I shivered in the cold night air as I put one foot in front of the other to walk across the fresh grass, eyes fixed on the bamboo hut. I knew Arjuna would be sleeping, but this will only take a few minutes. As I reached the entrance, I took in a deep breath, and slowly peeked in through the doorway.
And was perplexed to see it … deserted. Puzzled, I stepped inside, looking around. All the luxuries that came with the hut were located in their rightful place, completely untouched. A sinking thought seeped in. It did create a strong pang of regret. Because I had really fallen in love with him this time. Got to know the man behind the Gandhiva and experienced his gentle, loving nature. He knew me inside out, and I knew him, connected with him.
After giving me that, are you going to leave me, Arjuna? My anguished thoughts asked him. It was no secret his exile was over. The door to Indraprastha had been opened again. The door to Draupadi had been opened again. Startled, I jumped almost a foot in the air before whirling around, my heart in danger of failing.
He no longer was in the attire of a yati, with the matted mass of hair hanging down his back and front.
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He no longer was wearing any saffron robes. Dressed to perfection in silk and ornaments. He was better than I imagined him to be. His tangled beard and moustache had been shaven off cleanly, revealing the godly man beneath the disguise; his hair had been cut and washed, back in their normal sleekness. I was taken by surprise this afternoon. I looked at him, swallowing, and took two steps closer myself, my expression warm.
You would have looked strange saying that as a yati. The words set off a range of speeding chills throughout my body. He took my hand, encasing it in the warmth of his. True, I did not fall in love with you in the beginning, I was only fascinated, but as we got to know each other, I was lost.
Because Balarama was already planning your wedding with Duryodhana and if I told you who I was, some involuntary way of exposing me would have come from you. Not intentionally, but accidentally. Your angry reaction and everything you snapped at me this afternoon really took me aback.
Do you resent me? It was very unhealthy for me. It has no outlet. I want to wake up to a pair of loving eyes every single morning and I want those eyes to be yours, Subhadra. There was only an inch separating his body and mine. And Draupadi was meant to marry all five of us. Do you know the story of her previous birth? She would have caused a huge rift. Surely everyone in Dwaraka must have seen you, Subhadra. And I do believe news of your beauty must have travelled far and wide.
I leaned into it, closing eyes against the feel. I stuck my tongue out at him. It lasted for years and when he pulled back, I had forgotten my name. Eyes gleaming at the effect he had on me, he put a hand behind my head, guiding it to lay against his warm chest, cradling it as his other arm wrapped around my body.
I wrapped my arms around his body, closing my eyes and holding him tight. Make me the luckiest man in the world? My heart swelled, almost bursting with happiness. Nothing will make me happier. We stood there for a long time, listening to the wind whistling outside and the sounds of the nightly crickets chirping.
One or two frogs ribbeted in the background. The side of my face was pressed against his thorax, to the left, above the place the most active muscle in his body worked tirelessly and the lovely music that reverberated from inside was enough to sing me a lullaby.
And she can never resist loving you, I know Draupadi. She has strong maternal instincts. What we feel inhibited to tell each other, we tell Draupadi. And laughed at my disappointed expression. Our fingers slowly slid away from each other, hating the idea of separation when they just got together.
I jumped and clutched my chest at the sight of Krishna leaning against the door to my chambers, giving me an enchanting smile. I slapped his hand away, unable to keep a silly, goofy smile off my face. You know every single thought I have.
I held Krishna tightly. We broke apart and he patted my cheek in a fatherly way. We reached the grand hut, to see Arjuna sitting up against the wall, stroking his Gandiva. I was stunned by its beauty. Pure silver encrusted with diamonds and rubies from another world. And it reached an alarming height that I wondered how he wielded it easily. The moment he saw me and Krishna, he stood up immediately and gave me a winning smile.
He did the same to Krishna. My brother was his favourite man in the world. Here he was, valiant and bold warrior, the terror of enemies, blushing at a simple teasing statement from Krishna. There was a mystical energy that reverberated off those two at their physical connection. Arjuna and Krishna had an other-worldly bond that was complicated for mortal eyes. I think you know why. What was he up to now? He looked at me. Arjuna, on the other hand, looked at us as if we had lost our minds.
He shook his head. I have to be rightfully wedded to her. I regarded him for a second, then beamed. Then he became serious. I will never raise a weapon or a hand against you.
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I can take care of my brother. Just as we had planned, Arjuna met me just before Surya Deva came out and whisked me into the chariot. Then I had grabbed the reins and had shot off at breakneck speed along the streets of Dwaraka, where many people saw us.
But the news that reached my enraged brother was that I was the one to kidnap Arjuna, not the other way around as they had all feared. Subhadra had taken Arjuna away. Balarama was all in for setting the entire Narayani Senai on Arjuna but Krishna had stopped him at the last minute, giving him a recount of my love for Arjuna and my detest for Duryodhana. And he also put his foot down on the fact of what was detrimental in having Arjuna as their brother-in-law.
After Balarama had calmed down and realised the auspiciousness of the entire picture, he had sent a messenger to call us back from the outskirts and Arjuna and I were wedded in a grand altar. It was the single most best moment of my life. Where we had an even bigger problem than a natural disaster waiting for us.
I was right in assuming she had a certain soft spot for Arjuna. Her razed temper and ferocity explained it all. I was devastated at the way Arjuna cringed, eyes pained. To say she almost threw a knife at him before shoving him out the door would sum up what happened. Then he decided I needed to win her over first before he could go near Draupadi without having to fear for his life.
And I knew just how to do that. And it worked magically. Draupadi took one look at my face, my dress and my stature, my disposition and, just like Arjuna predicted, she transformed from a furious fire to a soft, gentle wind that caressed me. She pulled me into her arms for a hug, apologising for her behaviour and after I firmly told her I was hers to command, she set me down on the bed instead, telling her maids to take off the maid robes from my body and lavished me with a warm bath and one of her own silk robe, along with her fineries.
Draupadi turned back to me with a smile. You and I have to stick together to handle him. And that was when I had a second mother in the form of Draupadi. She and I became so close that we went to the point of becoming inseparable. She had no one to talk to all these years how could she possibly share girl stuff with her husbands? There were many endless nights where we lay down next to each other, just talking, even if they were nonsensical.
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And on the other hand, Arjuna was finally my soul mate. And a little Arjuna soon became nestled in my womb. I was ecstatic the moment I found out I was pregnant and spent the following nine months picturing how my son or daughter would look like.
I was expecting a son. I think that was a pretty brave feat at that time! May 3, at As for Love marriages in the earlier times, I really like the equality of the time when it comes to Draupadi and her five husbands, think of it — a man could have many wives and so could the woman.
Both men and women had to compete for each others affection…I think that made life very drama-full. No wonder they didnt need TV serial or Radio or facebook.
May 4, at 9: If I ever finish, I will get to the back stories. The thing with Draupadi, though, is that her marriage was not exactly her choice. And it was unusual for the time — it had to be sanctified by Vyasa for people to accept it and there were always murmers about her — while kshatriya men could routinely have more than one wife. But yes, it all made for super drama. About Krishna and his philandering… that seems to be a very God-like thing to do. It is a whole new moral code for me to wrap my head around.
May 5, at 1: I agree, the gods of the Hindu Pantheon had full sexual lives, for which I am glad. My definition of God-hood is the achieving of balance with all of that we are. But the question that plagues me is that they didnt seem in balance so why were they the Gods?
They all had some really weird quirks, very much like us, humans. As for Moral Codes, I try not to wrap my head around it. They change as the needs of our lives change, so it cant be written on stone. At the most, they can only serve to keep harmony in certain circumstances. May 5, at 9: And that confuses me too. In a way, I find it refreshing from the God-is-Perfect dictum of the Christian mythology that I grew up with.
On the other hand, it is kind of confusing. And Indra is actually in danger of being bested by Arjuna, who shoots arrows into heaven.