50 chapters complete in twenty odd days! Wow! That's an achievement for me!

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Arjun kissed Panchaali's head once she opened her eyes that morning, "Good morning my beautiful queen." He whispered as she blinked her eyes open, her dark eyes meeting his, the golden flecks in his hazel sky shinned brighter as he took in her.

"Good morning arya." She whispered as her eyes staring into his, a slow smile spread on his face as his torso partially covered hers, caging her between the bed and him. "How is my little one feeling?" He whispered, his voice was husky as his lips were just a breath away from hers, her cheeks heated as her heart fluttered in her chest, the same warm feelings unfurled in her making her forget everything but the man in front of her.

"I am good." Her voice was barely audible, but her heart was racing so fast that she feared he might be able to hear it. "Well isn't that a good thing." His voice got huskier as his nose nuzzled her cheeks making them a darker shade of red. His breath fanned on the sensitive area of her neck, "so responsive." He mumbled to himself but she heard him clearly, "So what are the plans for today morning?" He questioned as he lowered his head to her ear and bit it, pleasure zinged through her body as the organ in her chest thundered like it was the last time it was beating. Her husband's fingers traced neck to her shoulder, slow and tender, making her shiver. Goosebumps broke throughout her body as her breath came in short pants.

"Plans princess." He whispered in her ear, his voice huskier with desire, she was in a trance, "Huh?" She asked, his sensuous voice was caressing her ear but she couldn't understand him as her mind was overwhelmed with the touch of the man who ruled her heart with other four brothers of his.

He laughed, his laugh sounded so very mesmerising as she got lost in that manly laugh, he looked down at her face, that showed her love for him, with her every fiber, every cell, with her very essence she loved him and her other husbands. His eyes captured hers in an intense stare, his eyes blazing with a hundred emotions, his love that he held for her, purer than Ganga, holier than god and giving than mother earth. He desired nothing from her but was willing to her his everything, he was ready to destroy the very last piece of him just so that he could be one with her. She was his path, she was his journey and she was his destination.

Her love and the complete, utter devotion him was the most precious treasure. His biggest wealth were her smiles and laugh, he felt the happiest when he was with her, even if the situations weren't good,he was happy.

Seeing her with his chudamani and the mangalsutr, with the sindur of his name was the most beautiful sight. This beautiful hair that she braided as a sign of their union was what gave him the most satisfaction. Their relationship in the eyes of people maybe something very immoral but to him, it was the holiest thing in this world. The most moral, for she bound him and his brothers in a way that they never thought was possible.

He was secretly glad that his mother had given that order that day, for it blessed him with this deep connection with his brothers and a son like Prativindh. She made his family the happiest, she was the sun around whom he and his brothers revolved.

He lightly caressed her collarbone with his lips, making her clench her hands on his biceps as her body arched into his. He loved the way she responded to his touch, how her body came alive by just a mere caress. The utter devotion and trust that showed him always made him feel the best, words would probably get over but he would never be able to describe just how deep his love for her, or his brothers.

He didn't know since when he loved, probably since the day she entered his life for the first time. She always lit his life with joy first as a friend and now as a wife, a lover, his other half and the mother of his children. His hands moved to her stomach where their second child was resting, he and his brothers had been happiest when Sahadev had revealed the news, and he could no longer control himself, he wanted to feel this alone and intimate moments with her.

He didn't say anything because he knew he didn't need to, she understood his love for her just by his caress. Words could lie so he did it by showing it through his actions, just how much he appreciates her, just how much he loves her and just how much he is proud of her. She was just not his wife, she was his pride, his dharma, his goddess, she was the tiniest bit of his life but she too also was his life.

He pressed open mouthed kisses to her smooth velvety skin, his rough, callous warrior hands griping her. His hands travelled to her back as he kissed his way down to her neck, his hands travelled to her back, making her breast press into his chest, his fingers caressed the strings that held her blouse in place.

"Oh arya." She moaned, her voice needy and laced with so much love, his fingers caressed the bare skin in between the strings making her shudder, "Arya." She sounded pained, he could understand, he too wanted to take her,make her his in true sense but the boundary of his promise held him back, the promise of their love, their marriage, their trust. Where they were fine with sharing her kisses and touch but claiming her, that would be breaking a boundary, a boundary that he set.

He groaned in frustration, two more years to go. He slammed his lips to her, his need to feel her closer burning in his chest like a fire that was slowly consuming the forest, she did this to him, she was the only one capable to make him loose his control, his sense and he enjoyed it. He kissed her with a vigour, the intense need for her burning his senses as his tongue dueled with his for the control he craved when it came to her, she submitted to him, oh so beautifully, making him feel one with her, not just as a person, but as a soul, they were one in every sense.

She felt him kiss her harder making her toes curl in pleasure as she tightened her hold on him, he kissed her like there was no tomorrow making her lungs burn for oxygen. He unlocked his lips from and kissed his way down to her nape. She slowly opened her eyes.

Her heart jolted in fear as the monstrous face appeared in front of her eyes. A loud scream left her mouth as tears fell down her cheeks, she shut her eyes, terror drowning her heart as she trembled like a leave, that face, that so very scary face had her soul rattling, she felt someone shake her, she could feel someone calling her but the voice sounded so far, like it was coming from underwater.

Arjun jolted hearing her scream laced with fear, he moved back, "Panchaali!" He called but she just trembled so violently, tears tracing her cheeks, her face a mask of complete terror, "Panchaali!" He called again, his voice sharper, wordy pooled in his stomach as he saw her so scared.

He wrapped his hand around her arms and shook her to break her out of this trace, but in vain. Dread clawed at his throat as he looked at her, "Panchaali! Listen to me!" He shouted, desperate.

"PANCHAALI!!!" He shouted on top of his voice making her jolt so hard that his heart shattered seeing her so scared. Her eyes opened as she looked up at him, "arya.. arya.. there was, woman... s.. so ugly... so ...s.. so....s...sc...scary." She stammered making his heart clench as he heard the words from her mouth, "Shhhhh calm down. Be a good girl and match your rhythm to my heart." He whispered as he put her hand over his heart, "Calm your breathing, match it with mine. Breath baby girl, breath. Yes that's my girl. Good nice and easy, breath with me sweetheart. Yes darling, so proud of you baby. Calm down, easy and nice. Calm down." He guided her, making her breath and calm, his voice steady and calm while his internals screamed with worry.

His forehead rested against his, "Good girl, breath priye, breath for me." He whispered as in her terror she had stopped breathing. He picked her in his arms, his hands tightened around her as she rested her head on his shoulder silently crying, her tears soaking his chest.

He carried her to the bathroom, the low lighting of the bath giving it a romantic glow, but right now all that mattered to him was easing the fear of his love. He entered the huge pool of water with her, "Shhhhh little one. Calm down." He whispered, as he lowered her feet in water, he cupped her cheeks with his hand and wiped her tears. "No one is there princess, no one. I promise everything is fine." He whispered as he hugged her caressing her head, her cries soon turned to sniffles, making him relax a bit.

He helped her bath, though she wore her clothes. His touch calmed her, his words soothed her. "I am okay now." She whispered as she let her head on his chest, he sighed as he pressed his lips to her forehead. "Everything is alright." He whispered trying to assure her, "What is happening to me Arya? Why am I seeing all this?" She questioned as she looked up at him with teary eyes, his heart squeezed painfully as he looked at her, he wiped tear as he cupped her cheeks, his eyes meeting hers as they blazed with determination.

"I don't know what's happening priye but I promise we'll get through this as well. That we will survive this together. I am here for you." He whispered with complete honesty making her heart throb with love as he claimed her lips in a passionate kiss. This kiss expressed his love, his fear and the anger at his helplessness to protect his love, he kissed her harshly trying to assure himself she's there with him, she's fine.

He sat with her in the bath, her body pressed against his as she hugged his torso, he ran his fingers through her long tresses, assuring himself and her, calming her. "Arya." She whispered, her head resting on his shoulder as she sat sideways on his lap. "What if I am going crazy and am slowly losing my mind?" She whispered, fear tainting her voice. He kissed her forehead, "Than I'll be the reason for that madness, not your imagination." He whispered, as he patted her head in a slow motion creating a soothing rhythm. "Arya." She whispered again, looking up at him, his eyes were closed as he enjoyed his intimate moments with her. "Arya." She called again and he hummed, his fingers massaging her head in a soothing motion. "Will you ever love a girl as much you do me ? Or more than me?" She questioned, her voice soft and laced with insecurities. He cupped the back of her head as he made her look up at him, his eyes slowly opened as the golden flecks in his eyes burned brighter, her heart thrummed with nervously as her breathing grew heavier. "One day I'll love a girl more than you and you will have to deal with it." He whispered, honesty shone in his eyes, a tear traced down from the corner of her eye as she looked at him, her heart hammering wildly in her chest as a sharp pain shot through her chest.

He watched the various expression rushing through her as he claimed her lips, "And that girl will call you mata." He whispered making her heart throb but instead of pain it was joy that filled her, "You silly girl, how many times do we have to tell you that you're all that we'll ever need, you're the one whom will chose over and over again. May it be as little Malini, or the beautiful princess of Panchaal Draupadi." He whispered in her ear making her tear up again but this time it was in joy, he claimed her lips as his hold tightened on her hair tugging at it sharply, making her gasp so he could sneak in his tongue. He broke the kiss as he rested his forehead against hers, a deep sigh leaving his mouth.

"Let's get ready, everyone must be waiting for us." He whispered making her nod, "you go ahead arya I'll get ready and meet you up." She whispered making him frown in worry, "Are you sure?" He asked, concern lacing his words, "yes arya. I am fine, don't worry." She assured him as she gave him a faint smile, "How can I not worry priye? You're my world, seeing you so stressed and in pain physically hurts me. I love you so much I don't know what I'll do if something happened to you." He whispered as he kissed her forehead, she couldn't help but the curl of her lips, "I love you more, so much more." She whispered as she gave him a quick kiss on his lips, he nuzzled her nose as he hummed, his hands tightening on her waist. "You've got fifteen minutes to come up or I'll come down here hunting you." He warned her, "but fifteen minutes is all too less." She whispered, her voice holding no real protest, "Come naked for all I care, but 15 minutes is all you have." He said making her chuckle, "You're talking like arya Nakul." She teased, "so what if I am?" He shot back making her pout, he kissed her pouting lips, "fifteen minutes." He reminded as he walked out of the water reluctantly, he turned back to look at her one more time, worry marring his features as he looked at his wife who gave him a faint smile, "I love you. Now go!" She urged as a smile spread on her face, her heart lightening seeing his concern. "Fifteen minutes." He reminded her as he turned around and left, the door closing behind him as his footsteps faded away, she continued to watch the place he just stood making her sigh.

She sighed as she stretched her hand and took some paste that was kept in the bowl for her hair wash, she took some generous amount and applied in her head, humming happily as she felt content, a satisfied smile on her face, the smell of jasmine and lilies filled the air, once she was done she undressed from the wet clothes completely since she was alone. Her heart felt happy from her husband's words making her forget about everything else. She sat up on the steps of the pool and applied the lep on her body, the smell of chandan filling the bath.

Once done she moved into the water, she took a deep breath and dipped her herself under water. She felt the water in front of her face move, her eyes opened instinctively.

She opened her mouth to scream in fear as she saw the half face of the woman, water filled her lungs as she pushed herself up away from the water, shivering and crying as fear jammed all her senses. She turned around and rushed towards the stairs and rushed up them to reach the door, she fumbled and slipped, her body hitting various places as all she cared about was getting away, she reached the top, near the door and looked back at the stairs.

Her mouth opened in a silent scream as she watched so many people were crawling up, her hands tightened on the knob as terror filled her being, dread crawled her chest as she pulled the door open and rushed out and towards the door of her walk in closet as she recalled her nakedness. She ran towards the closet door not looking back, her feet froze in their tracks as her eyes fell on the closet door.

The door was partially open as she watched a naked figure like hers standing there, her head was swimming with fear as she trembled, terror arresting her heart. She turned around to run when her eyes fell on the mirror on the opposite wall.

Terror, pure and unadulterated terror drowned her heart as no voice left her mouth, tears tracing her cheeks. Her eyes fell on the jar next to the mirror as she turned around to leave.

Her head shook in disbelief as she lost all her capabilities to talk and continued to walk backward, her eyes fixed on the jar holding the face of a woman, In her trace to get away as she continued to walk backwards her she reached the door of the bathroom, her leg slipped on the stairs as she took a tumble down the stairs, pain reverberated throughout her body as she shuttered in terror. Her head hit on the hard floor, dark spots dancing in her vision as she felt sticky liquid sip down her face, the coppery smell of blood filling the room as her body throbbed in pain while her heart did in terror. A heart jolted as a face appeared in front of her eyes.

"Please I have a son."she begged, tears slipping down her face as dread sipped in her very being, "Please." She begged, that was all she could do, her body was throbbing in pain, she felt claws grip her hair and the woman began to drag her, her skull stung from the pain as she tried to loosen her hold but all in vain she was too powerful, the rotten smell of dead bodies filled the air. The scary looking pulled up Panchaali to stand in front of her, her scary face making Draupadi cry in hysteria, "Please." She begged as the woman in front of her screamed in anger and pulled her leg back, kicking Panchaali in her stomach.

Draupadi flew back as pain courses through her body, she slammed into the ice cold pool water, that turned into dark red blood, hands gripped her under the surface of the blood pool, groping her and pulling her down.

She fought against the grip with her last bit of strength, she didn't want to die, she wanted to live, she wanted to watch her children grow up as she grew old with her husbands.

Her lungs burned, her heart sizzling with pain, as her body throbbed with pain. Her movements slowed as dark spots danced her vision, "Arya..." the words left her mouth as darkness surrounded her and the blood filled her mouth and nose. Her eyes shut as her body went limp, the hands pulling her down in the dark unknown abysses. . .

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