Strings of Destiny!??

"Ye bandhan toh,
Pyaar ka bandhan hai!
Janmo kaaa,
Sangam hai!"

Subhadra's POV

I had been feeling an unusual sense of unease since morning. Something felt off, as though my soul was stirring in a way I couldn't quite understand. I'd lived a peaceful, carefree life up until now, but today, I couldn't shake the feeling that something—or someone—was going to change everything. I had never felt anything like this before. What was happening to me?

As I wandered into my garden to clear my thoughts, I found solace in the delicate beauty surrounding me—flowers in full bloom, the warm breeze brushing against my skin. But then, I heard footsteps approaching. My heart skipped a beat, and I turned towards the sound. There, standing at the edge of my garden, were my family members—my father, my brother Krishna, and a group of five unfamiliar young men, all looking regal and strong.

My gaze immediately locked onto the elderly woman standing beside them. There was something about her, something so familiar, and then it hit me—her elegance, her smile, the way she carried herself. She resembled my father so much. Oh, so she is my bua! I realized with a rush of excitement. And then I remembered what Pitashree had once mentioned—his words about this woman, who had been like a mother to him. I could now see why he had spoken so fondly of her. She's so beautiful!

I walked forward eagerly and greeted her. She enveloped me in a warm, motherly hug, and for a moment, it felt as though I were hugging Mata herself. I had missed the feeling of being cared for like this. It was a reminder of the love I had lost, but also the love that had returned.

"Pranipat, Bua. You are so pretty! Indeed, I must be your niece!" I said, and everyone chuckled warmly at my words. It felt comforting to be with these strangers who already felt like family.

Then, my attention shifted to the five young men who had accompanied her. My heart skipped a beat as my eyes moved over each of them.

The first one stood tall and composed. His presence radiated calmness, his serene smile reflecting wisdom. He was dressed in a modest yet dignified angavastra, and his posture—straight, regal—left no doubt in my mind. This must be Dharma Putra Yudhishthir, the eldest of the Pandavas, who carried the weight of responsibility with grace and honor.

Next, my gaze moved to the large, powerful figure standing beside him. He was a sight to behold—muscular, commanding, with a mace firmly in his hand. There was a wild energy about him, tempered by a grounded strength. This must be Vayuputra Bheem, a warrior with an untamable spirit and unmatched strength. I could feel his presence before I even saw him clearly.

The third one was perhaps the most charming of them all. With a confidence that practically lit up the space around him, he looked like someone who had seen many battles and conquered them all. He carried a sword with ease, and his confidence was impossible to ignore. This must be Nakul, I thought. His striking good looks and presence were undeniable, a true warrior in every sense.

The fourth one, his twin, stood quietly beside him. Sahdev, the calm and quiet one, who exuded intelligence and wisdom. His face was thoughtful, and there was something about his aura that told me he was far more than he appeared—his quiet nature spoke volumes about his inner strength and cleverness.

And then, there he was.

I saw him.

Arjun.

He was the last one to catch my attention, yet somehow, it was as if he had always been there, waiting for me to notice him. I don't know how to explain it, but as soon as my eyes met his, I felt an undeniable connection.