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Originally posted by: Adishakti

How many love scenes with twins then...

Wow I'm liking this a lot...50 love scenes for D...I can write one for each P

I demand minimum10 scenes for each Pandav 😈😆 then let ArDi take a bit more, no problem 😳

(groaning) MINIMIZE the number of love scenes, people. Or we will get side traced. Who cares about that?

That's a decent decision Brishti... 😊
But the problem is none of the other wives of the Pandavas ger that much screen space as Draupadi...So in order to maintain this equality...a lot of unneccesary scenes will come up...
I think we need not give too many love scenes in the first place be it Ardi or ArSu...Lets just go with the story n add a few loves scenes here n there as per requirement...
Like during ArSu wedding, u can show a beautiful scene between them...but then again when Arjun comes back, u can make another pretty Ardi moment wen Arjun is consoling Draupadi...Go by the story n add love scenes where necessary...
I hope u got my point... 😊

Sema...I think YuDi have a lot of moments...u can write on them... 😊

Originally posted by: AnuMP

(groaning) MINIMIZE the number of love scenes, people. Or we will get side traced. Who cares about that?

Or we will end up getting into ArDi FF land which makes my head spin, to put it frankly😆

IMHO, even the ArDi scenes are interpolations, but if you are going to include some, keep to the story unless you have a version which you can cite

No way...The Ardi scenes are not interpolations...There is no over-romantic Ardi moment anywhere in the epic...They are jusr normal husband-wife scenes...They need not always be interpolation, if Draupadi was indeed married to all 5. 😭

Are we allowed to write wedding nights?
Amrita, I know they have lots of scenes but I want to elaborate them a bit 😳 if other Vyasas elaborate their pairs then I too will highlight YuDi. If others don't then I too will not 😊 first decide the rules regarding love scenes if needed.

urmila, i read your post about the devvrat shantanu milan, it is a little hard to digest,. first you left the battle then you portray ganga in a different light. yes it is bold, but it is a little uncomfortable. i am not used to see charecteristics of greek gods and goddesses to used portray hindu gods and goddesses.

Originally posted by: Arijit007

urmila, i read your post about the devvrat shantanu milan, it is a little hard to digest,. first you left the battle then you portray ganga in a different light. yes it is bold, but it is a little uncomfortable. i am not used to see charecteristics of greek gods and goddesses to used portray hindu gods and goddesses.

I know 😭 even I myself can't believe that I have written this thing 😲 but sadly here no God or Goddess characters are allowed so I had to do this for sake of rules 😭 but I'm a devotee of Maa Ganga and my personal belief and devotion to Her will never change 😊 I strongly believe that She was Goddess Ganga and She did not 'kill' them, She helped 8 Vasus to get salvation 😊 but this is a different version where this story will never be accepted. Better you think it was not Maa Ganga but any normal lady, then I think problem will be solved. I too did this before writing. A hard work for believers, I know, still...

Make it mental illness then. It was most likely post part depression anyway.

Amrita

He knew he was playing with fire. She was not a woman who would accept anything less than his complete surrender. But like a moth drawn to the flame, he was helplessly attracted. Someday, some physician would call this an illness. An existential crisis. He only knew his life had been empty, till She came into it. He was beginning to worry about his mortality and what he would leave behind for the world to remember him. Then She came crashing into it with all her energy and her exuberance. He guarded this secret closely, jealously. After all, his lover was almost of an age with his young son.

Musical laughter called him out of his reverie. She teasingly invited him to come and catch her, her sultry voice promising him rewards he had never dared dream of. She had brought him to this tiny dweep in the little dinghy that her father kept for the children of their village to play and train with. With a lean finger over her lips, she had shushed him into silence, her eyes sparkling with mischief. They had giggled like children, bent on creating devilry. "The king of the realm is still a boy at heart", she had teased. They had done this frequently, stealing off to this idyllic picnic spot, forgetting his duties and their differences. Sometimes though, she would stay in that bower of old sturdy branches and gaze longingly into the distance, as though searching for someone long lost to her. He had never dared ask her about her silent pain. His lover guarded some secrets of her own, he knew.

But for now, this island was their private paradise.The foliage was lush and the air thick with the perfume of flowers he did not know the names of. Butterflies flitted about and fat bees, drunk with honey, buzzed sleepily. He ran after her and crashed through the vines into an open space. A silvery waterfall tinkled onto stones not too far below, spraying gentle mist everywhere. There she stood, like some apsara from tales he had heard the bards sing. Her dark hair, now getting wet from the mist, was starting to curl in tendrils around her face. The bright eyes, so full of invitation, dared him to come closer. Her tanned skin glowing with good health, issued its own invitation.

"Whoever named you Satya got it all wrong', murmured the King, reaching her in a few short strides. I think you are Mithya. A mirage teasing this man dying from a lack of love".

"Poetry, my lord?" she whispered, with an ever so slight mockery in her voice as she slipped out his grasp and closer to the waterfall. She stood on a flat topped rock, her bare feet tickled by the frothy water, and twirled about in the sheer joy of being young and alive. Shantanu ran after her and caught her around the waist. They teetered together for a second and then both fell clumsily into the shallow pool at the bottom of the waterfall. The laughter that followed was loud and uproarious. For a moment or two, it seemed to the king that the frame shifted. Another woman, another time. Another love, another life. He shook off the memories and focused on Her. Her lithe form and her lovely face filled his vision. The fragrance that was uniquely hers surrounded him.

They splashed through and sat facing each other, on the spare grass just outside the rocky pool. He caught her left hand and turned up the palm. "Princess", he called her impulsively, meaning to show her his esteem. Was that a trace of fear in her eyes? He was surprised. She laughed and he dismissed that notion. "That is not the title I aspire to, my lord", she said, running the tip of her forefinger down the length of his arm, her other hand still caught by his. "What is it you desire then? I will make you my Queen" he asked, feeling like a young buck all over again, ready to promise his beloved the sun and the moon and the stars.

Then, she told him.