The trees are swaying with the joyous wind, old leaves flying away. Summer is almost here, giving the inhabitants of Indraprastha warm embraces in its wake. Satyabhma assembles leisurely on the chairs in the sitting room under large trees adorning the vast and glorious gardens of the main palace. Some of her attendants are sitting on the grass, talking and laughing among themselves after she told them to go and enjoy for a while, she is generous like that.
She sees her husband, standing under a tree at some distance with Bheemsena and Nakula, patting his back enthusiastically, both laughing like overjoyed elephants with some other military officers, colleagues of the second Pandava. Panchali is sitting on silk sheets with her attendants, Subhadra and Rukmini didi. Dharmraja and Sahdeva are missing and Arjuna is sauntering... towards her, like a lazy lion trotting in his territory. Her attendants, like the slaves of habit the lot of them are, stare shamelessly at his lean bowman physique and striking features adorned with highest cheekbones known to the Aryawrathas. She mentally expresses her gratitude to the gods of three worlds that Draupadi is too busy having her hair braided and chitchatting with other ladies to pay attention because Satyabhama likes her attendants, lord knows why since they totally lack the skill of subtlety. But still, she doesn't want them to disappear from the face of the earth nor have their bodies found in the forests of Indraprastha.
Vijaya drops down on the highest step of the staircase and throws his hands back, resting his head in his palms. He looks straight on towards his two wives or perhaps, he is staring into space. Satyabhma sets her eyes on him for a whole minute looking or some tic, a slight movement to give her an idea of what she will be dealing with. The brat doesn't even bat an eyelid. She simultaneously wants to hit him hard and run her hands through his hair. The great warrior, the greatest archer, hailed and praised by the masses and he could be such a child sometimes, her feelings of irritation and fondness towards this enigma of a man, are always at war. Fortunately, for Queen Kunti, Satyabhamas Lord, Pandavas, Panchali and all those people, quite hefty in numbers who adore him, the fondness in her always wins. So she will not be shooting an arrow in his face.
She claps her hands, glares at her attendants and they are already running towards the women quarters.
"Goodmorning, why aren't you sitting with the other ladies?" She narrows her eyes at him, wondering about his casual tone, "Just wanted to be alone for a while, what about you, Your Highness?"
He smiles, "Just wanted to be alone for a while too, what a coincidence. Let us be alone together, yes?"
They had a weird friendship, they argued about petty things and kingdom affairs, court politics and weaponry, especially archery. A passion and skill she shared with the great archer.
Sometimes, they just sat, quietly without speaking a word, idly observing the surroundings. He observed the life around them while she observed the people living their lives.
Musicians were playing beautiful harmonies echoing all around them, Arjunas long fingers behind his head started twitching and she couldn't help the smile spreading across her lips.
"You know, I wonder if I asked Krishna to give me an Arjuna as a gift, would he give it to me?"
Arjuna rolled his eyes ,"Satya, for heaven's sake ..."
"What? Are you saying he won't fulfill my wish?" she pouted in her Husband's direction, who was now nodding excitedly to whatever Bhimsena was suggesting.
"Of course he will, he will do anything to keep you happy and satisfied. It is not exactly a secret." She glanced at him, to find him staring at her Lord too with a gentle smile on his face.
" Exactly! So he will give me whatever I want." Arjuna turned his head a little in Draupadis direction, " I don't think my wife would be too happy."
Satyabhama contemplated for a moment "She won't mind if my Lord asks her nicely. She wouldn't say no to Krishna."
He shrugs, "Firstly, I am not a toy that you can just ask for from your friend. Secondly, you are just bluffing, you don't exactly mean it. You have your husband, you love him madly."
"Perhhaps, I can ask Draupadi. She practically owns you and my love for my Lord has nothing to do with me wanting something or someone, actually." He turns his body towards her, completely and frowns.
"No one owns me, understand? I am the last person anyone can tame or possess."
"Hah! All talks, my Lord totally owns you." He raises an eyebrow at her, as if she is the stupid one here. His hand flies out as moves his fingers gracefully in the air in a dismissive gesture.
"Not exactly valid, my Lady! He literally owns everyone, that man. And don't deflect, you are making no sense, this conversation is going nowhere since you are married and can't think of someone else."
" That is quite sexist of you. Lord has many wives so I can have an Arjuna, you can play melodious music for me and sing in that glorious voice of yours. You can be my bodyguard, too. Nowhere will I find a better warrior."
" If you are suddenly interested in Polyandry, you should be talking to your Husband and my Wife, not me. Though I doubt it, since you very much love Krishna and obviously, are completely gone for him."
" Of course! I love him, it is so easy and also the most difficult thing you can do, though you become quite helpless when it comes to loving him. It consumes you, it feels like drowning and fresh air and ..." She narrows her eyes at Arjuna who is unblinkingly staring at the son of Devaki, "... obviously, you would understand what I am saying better than anyone else."
There is silence. She stares at him while he keeps his eyes set on her husband. Something weird passes in his eyes before his face twists in a bitter expression, sarcastic laugh leaving his lips, "You are actually, jealous. That is extremely childish."
She glares at him before she pouts, "He says that he would give you his wives and sons, he loves you so much. I have all the reasons to be jealous." He looks startled, and stares at her with his eyes wide as the Sudarshana Discus of her Lord.
" That ... was not the kind of jealousy I was talking about. Are you, say insecure about the fact that there isn't a shortage of people that love him, and perhaps, someone would love him better ... than you?" his face twists into a shady expression, " and I would never ask him to give up his wives and sons for me, so don't worry."
"Actually, I never said that he would give up, I said that he will give you his consorts and children. There is a major difference, but our minds and hearts thing whatever they want to think ... So" she says in a sing song voice.
Arjuna just looks constipated, " Shut up. You make no sense. And I will definitely not ask him for that, regardless of the fact that he does not mean it. Never in a million years, god knows I can't deal with even one of the women that he keeps around him on a daily basis, let alone all of them. You are riots, all of you." She laughs at that, " Of course he means it." She gives him a stern expression, " don't even act like you don't know that, as if out of all of us, you don't know better than that.", before remembering his previous question.
"And yes, of course. Every woman fears that, actually. No woman would wish that her Husband find someone who will love him better."
"Well, that would explain if you are jealous of other women. No need to drag me in this."
"Actually, He has many wives, would find many women but he has only one Arjuna. In case you did not notice, you fascinate him just as much as he fascinates you." He shakes his head exasperatedly.
"That is different."
"No, not really. Wont you give up everything for him? Would you not give up Panchali for him ... to him, if he asks?" she whispers and sees how his body goes rigid, stoic expression shadowing his face. The tension in the air is out of place in the joyous environment of the garden.
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