Arjun-Draupadi OS ||~soothing pain~||

All say time heals the wound but for her time only burned and brightened the wound, with each passing day she reviled that wreckful incident of her life, anger and pain flushed in her heart and she used to feel she could never feel at peace with her mind wandering restlessly in past. The spirit of vengeance spurred up in her so much that she saw nothing except her revenge. Though there were some little moment of joy in her life, but each time she smiles, like a deadly stroke the incident used to hit her. But today as her hair was washed in the blood of that wretched, she felt the year long restlessness fading away. She felt as if a cool breeze was soothing her restless mind and her heart.

A vague smile passed her lips and she closing her eyes sat down. She was unsure of her feelings right then, she let her thoughts take a back seat while she cherished in this new sense of deadly peace.

"Panchali..." a soft muffled voice made her open her eyes.

She turned to look up at her husband and then with a smile looked up the sky staring at its darkness.

"You feel guilty?" He asked and without losing a second he repentant for asking her that.

She nodded a No without turning her head.

"But" she spoke as she sensed he was about to get up "my heart is swollen with grief for losing my dear ones". As she spoke her words were broken and cracked as she was gulping in tears flowing.

A lone tear escaped.

He gently wiped the lone tear and held her hand making her turn to face him. A mixed emotion flushed in her eyes as he said "Sorry" swift and soft, his head hung down.

She looked at him questioningly as he continued "I am sorry Panchali, the day I won you Swayamwar, since then you were to face endless hurdles"

"NO, NO! That's my destiny and don't feel guilty..." before she could complete he cut in saying "sometimes I feel I could have changed your fate, made your life less painful, I could have decided firmly at certain points.. I could have..." he sighed.

She let him continue as she felt it was not his guilt but it was his deep sorrow and pain in seeing her distress that is speaking. She always knew he loved her, but he was rarely vocal about his emotions and feelings towards her. And today as he spoke, he was venting out his yearlong locked up deep pain on seeing her suffering.

Through moist eyes she smiled at him and gently caressed his hands when a droplet of tear from his sharp eyes fell over her hand.