Not yesterday but now

Story of Love

As the sun began its descent towards the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, Draupadi and Karna rode atop a gentle horse, their figures silhouetted against the backdrop of the stunning evening sky. The soft glow of the setting sun cast a warm, ethereal light upon the landscape, bathing everything in a golden radiance.

Draupadi, dressed in a simple cream-colored saree adorned with minimal ornaments, exuded a quiet elegance that perfectly complemented the serene beauty of the twilight hour. Her dark locks cascaded down her back in gentle waves, framing her delicate features, while her eyes sparkled with anticipation for the festivities ahead.

Beside her, Karna looked every bit the noble warrior, clad in a pristine white dhoti and a complementing angavastr draped across his broad shoulders. Despite their simple attire, there was an undeniable regal air about them as they rode through the countryside, their presence commanding the attention of all who beheld them.

As they journeyed towards the village, Karna skillfully guided the horse along the winding path, his strong hands steady upon the reins. Draupadi leaned against him, feeling the reassuring warmth of his touch as they rode side by side, their hearts beating in unison with the rhythm of the horse's hooves.

Above them, the sky was a masterpiece of color, streaked with wisps of clouds that glowed with the fading light of day. The beauty of the scene took their breath away, filling them with a sense of awe and wonder at the magnificence of the natural world.

In that fleeting moment before the sun dipped below the horizon, Draupadi and Karna shared a silent exchange, their eyes meeting in understanding and love.

As Draupadi and Karna arrived at the village, they were greeted by a scene of bustling activity and vibrant colors. The village square was adorned with strings of colorful flags fluttering in the gentle breeze, while intricate rangoli patterns decorated the pathways, each one a masterpiece of artistic expression.

Draupadi's eyes widened in astonishment as she took in the sight before her. Everywhere she looked, villagers were busy at work, their faces alive with excitement and anticipation. Some were stringing colorful flowers into garlands, while others were lighting rows of brightly colored diyas, their warm glow casting a magical aura over the surroundings.

"What is happening here?" Draupadi whispered to Karna, her voice filled with wonder and curiosity.

Karna smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he took in her expression. "It's the eve of the harvest festival," he explained. "A time of celebration and thanksgiving for the bountiful harvest bestowed upon us by the gods."

Draupadi's heart swelled with emotion as she watched the villagers work tirelessly to prepare for the festivities ahead. Despite their humble surroundings, there was a sense of joy and camaraderie that filled the air, binding the community together in a spirit of unity and gratitude.

Karna gently guided the horse to a halt, turning to Draupadi with a warm smile. With a graceful gesture, he offered his hand to help her dismount, his touch gentle yet firm as he steadied her descent.

Draupadi's heart skipped a beat as she felt Karna's strong hand envelop hers, a rush of warmth spreading through her veins at his touch. With a grateful nod, she placed her hand in his, allowing him to guide her down from the horse's back.

Once her feet were firmly planted on the ground, Karna's hand lingered at her waist, his touch sending a shiver of anticipation down her spine. Draupadi looked up at him, her eyes meeting his with a silent question.

"Shall we join the festivities?" Karna asked, his voice low and inviting.

Draupadi nodded, a soft smile playing at the corners of her lips. With Karna's hand at her hip, she felt a sense of security and belonging, as if nothing could harm her as long as he was by her side.