II SHAHEER SHEIKH II VASUDEVASYA VIBHATSU ARJUNA AT#36 - Page 4

Originally posted by: DrModel

Guys, I really wanted to see Krishna Leela; in fact I was so annoyed with SP for not showing ti when Arjun was born because he and Kanha are born around the same-ish time; maybe even the same day.

And now they are showing it in FB so I am quite happy

And from what I understood in the promo, Arjun is there when it is being narrated? So there will be glimpses of Parth baby.

As I look at my son practicing his archery, I cannot stop thinking about mighty worrier prince who gifted me this diamond son. I think of the time when this gift was conceived, and I cannot stop myself from blushing profusely. Heat is rising all over my body, my heart is beating so fast as if I have run along the waves of sea at Dwarka beach. In my closed eyes, that night keeps on playing again and again.

My Arya and I had managed to elope successfully. We were out of Dwarika boundry and Arya had decided to rest for the night in the jungle. He was busy building a shed for us to sleep in. He was so focused and working hard, but my mind was restless. My eyes were not in my control. I knew it was wrong to look at Arya unashamedly, but my eyes kept on going back to his chiseled body. Drops of sweat were flowing down his bulging arms. Under the soft blue light of full moon, the sweat drops on upper torso were glittering like diamonds. My eyes followed this particular drop which started right from his neck and slowly-slowly it made its way down to the dhoti, finally merging with cotton of his low waist attire. I felt guilty, I wanted to look away, but I could not. Shy and guilty I slowly moved my eyes up my husband's body. I did not think my heart could have beaten any faster, but I was proved wrong. When my eyes finally reached Arya's face, there was smirk playing there.

Originally posted by: DrModel

Just reading THIS has me crying thinking of my Arjun's reaction

and off course, you all know whose face I see.

He collapsed. Panting, his blood pouring to the ground, Abhimanyu reached out with a shaking arm and grasped a handful of earth. "Kurukshetra," he whispered.

"Tell my father how I fought. Tell my father..."

The Kauravas danced around Abhimanyu's corpse like wild men, cheering, waving their bloodied swords in the air. Then they left him there, the setting sun casting orange rays over the blood soaked ground. The day's fighting was over. The chakravyu had failed but it still claimed a victim. He was only eighteen years old.

Joshi, J.A. (2013-08-28). Youth (J.A. Joshi's Mahabharat) (Kindle Locations 337-340). J.A. Joshi. Kindle Edition.