"Nakul!" Draupadi called out from the partially built hut.
The bamboo door had fallen apart when she pushed it open to come outside."Look what happened." She whined. Having lived the entirety of her life in a chateau, she was not habituated to deal with such kinds of problems.
Yudhishthir and Sahadev had gone to collect fruits while Arjun took up the labour of bringing leaves for them to eat on.
Bheem, being the strongest of them all, was given the task of fetching cartloads of mud and clay, to build the hut and some earthen pots.Nakul stayed behind to look after Draupadi.
He was collecting sticks to start a fire for cooking. He looked up to see the broken door frame leaning over the poor Parshati.
Sighing, he jogged over to help her.He lifted the structure, releasing his bhabhishree from underneath it.
"It just came apart. I didn't even push that hard." She defended with a cute pout resting on her lips.
"It's okay. It was a makeshift door anyway.
I'll go look for some timber to build a better one." He smiled weakly.
"Bhrata Arjun!" Vibhatsu was perched on a tree branch.
Hearing his anuj's scream, he moved the leaves from his way and peered down."I'm going by the lake to get some wood and water. Look after bhabhi." The third pandav nodded, assuring that he will take care of Draupadi in his absence.
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