《Kauravyi : The Life Breath Of Phalguna [ Arjuna - Ulupi OS ]》"You're my life breath!"
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Naagi breathed in the fresh air of her land. It was the last time she would be doing so, and her eyes scanned her beautiful country for one last time.
Ulupi gazed at her reflection in the crystal, clear water. She could feel him gazing at her lovingly. She smiled.
Ulupi had heard whispers from people on her husband, conversing among each other how the greatest of men left his wife and son alone, when they needed him the most. But Ulupi did not care. What did they even knew about her Lord ?
The Naaga Princess sighed. Remembering those beautiful times they spent together were the only thing that gave solace to her. It might have been a short time, yet the memories were to be cherished for a million lifetimes. Now that her love was not anymore on the Earth, she too had taken a firm decision to accompany him to heaven or hell, wherever he was.
Ulupi decided to cherish her past times , one last time, before leaving the mortal world. She closed her amber hued eyes as she got lost in those wonderful times spent with the son of Pritha, her Partha...
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" Uluchikey "
The calm voice made the newly wed lady gaze at him. His eyes that expressed unending love for her.
" Yes Natha ?", Naagi trailed.
" I am sorry Priye. I had made you to break all the ties you had with your natal home. I wished I never showed up here.", Arjuna voiced, meaning every word.
" Swami.", Ulupi shook her head in a 'no'. "Could I ever be complete without you? I believe everything happens for a reason, and while I have lost my family, I have been gifted with you. My family still loves me, somewhere in their heart and I just know one day they will express it.", Her voice carried such melody that was sweeter than the chirp of a little linnet.
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" You just gave a speech which Jyeshtha Bhrata gives in the assembly hall.", Arjuna broke out into chuckles, and Ulupi wished to see Him happy like this forever.
The stars and the moon were the only witnesses in the jolly moments spent by the incarnations of Shakra and Sachi that night. The stars shone brighter than usual, as if trying to come closer and capture the laughter of Kanishtha Kaunteya and Kanishthaa Kauravyi.
Morning drew in, and so did the day when Arjuna and Ulupi had to part ways; yet again.
Arjuna's eyes sparkled with millions of unshed tears as he stared at his love. " Priye, I.", Arjuna choked with emotions.
Her eyes misty, yet filled with determination, Ulupi let out her words, " Swami, go, the world needs you more than me. I will wait for you.."
And those were the last words spoken. After that, the world was bereft of their senses. Looking at her one last time before departing, Arjuna turned around. With slow steps, until Kaunteya was not visible, anymore.
Not a single tear was shed by Ulupi. ' He has left only physically, not from my heart Ulupi', she reminded herself repeatedly. Her eyes fell on a lily that lay in front of her. With confusion on where the flower came from, Ulupi observed it closely.
What did she see? Golden hued colour on a pure white lily. Ulupi had a soft smile on her golden face.
Golden hued colour referred to her, and white was her Svetavahana. Ulupi wiped the lone tear that trailed off her cheeks, as she understood the only message the flower conveyed her. Her Phalguna had never left her, ever!
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"Indraprastha is more beautiful than I had ever imagined Swami.", the soft voice of Ulupi echoed through the chamber.
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" I know, Priye. I just wish-", Arjuna paused for a while as he gulped a lump in his throat. " I just wish my Iru and Ghato could see the palace. There is no joy without my dear children."
" Swami.", Ulupi kept her hand on Arjuna's shoulder. " Our children had proceeded to the place of Gods. They are thriving there happily. We should be happy for them.", Ulupi tried to console herself more than Arjuna , though.
" I know Priye. But a father's heart wills to die than witnessing his children lying with closed eyes."
" Swami!", Ulupi let out an exclamation. " Dare you not repeat that word. I warn you, or else you will have to burn my dead corpse."
" And that will never happen.", Arjuna had a serene smile on his lips. " That will never happen because if your existence comes to an end, mine will too."
" I will suffocate to death without you, because you are my very breath, the life breath of this Phalguna !"
And a mere confession of love made Ulupi moved. Without a word, she caged herself in those protective arms of Arjuna, in which she felt safer than the Lords, and closed her eyes to relax in the most peaceful place in the world.
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And Ulupi had not forgotten those lines till this day. Those few little words were more precious to her than a thousand diamonds.
' And to listen to those words, to see those coppery eyes of His again, I shall accompany him.'
Ulupi joined her palms and sat down, chanting a mantra. Within a few moments, the mantra began its work, and flames engulfed the daughter of Kauravya. But Ulupi did not feel the pain, for she knew her Phalguna was beside her, to erase all her pains in the world.
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Indra Deva watched as Devi Sachi emerged in front of him. " Swami.", Sachi Devi called out, and Indra felt like He was hearing Her voice after a thousand years.
Both of them took slow steps towards each other. Their eyes expressed with never ending love and respect for each other.
" So finally, you have made my wait come to an end , Sachi.", Indra had a smile on his face.
" Too much, is not it Swami?", and Devendra and Indrani wept in each other's embrace. This time, they shed teard of happiness, however.
" I could not breathe without you Sachi. Why were you so harsh on me?"
" I do not know, maybe it is because I love to see the King of Heavens shedding teard because His wife is not with him?", Sachi Devi voiced, making Indra Deva giggle softly, before they yet again caged each other in another embrace.
" I love you, always and till always ends.."
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Here ends Kauravyi. Seems like I messed up with the entire thing, nevertheless, pardon me-
The idea for the golden hued and white lily solely belongs to me and IS COPYRIGHTED. The idea for the usage of lillies and the colours were however, presented by my darling Curioussssss JishnuPranaa! ( Me is unable to tag, damn this glitch.-_-)
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