#bhanumati

[sambhavami]

Women in Mahabharata - Bhanumati

She is a daughter of Agni-Angira. She is known for her beauty.

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✨Jaydrath = ew✨

Why, you ask?

Lemme show u, its hilarious

These are titles of ACK comics-

Aniruddha

BELOVED GRANDSON OF KRISHNA

Uloopi

THE NAGA PRINCESS WHO FELL IN LOVE WITH ARJUNA

Bhanumati

THE GRANDDAUGHTER OF KRISHNA

Draupadi

THE DUSKY FIREBRAND

Pretty normal, right?

and then... there's this guy:

Jayadratha

RETOLD FROM THE MAHABHARATA

THE DUDE'S SO BORING AND STUPID THE EDITORS DIDNT EVEN GIVE HIM A DESCRIPTION-

Nah that's just hilarious and he most definitely deserves it 💀

[meinsamayhoon]

Moodboard for Bhanumati

Bhanumati is the wife of Duryodhana, the main antagonist of the epic Mahabharata Originally unnamed in the epic, the name of Duryodhana's wife is added in later versions. Bhanumati's children are Laksmana Kumara and Lakshmanaa.

[avani008]

Can u tell more stories about bhanumati the wife of duryodhana ?

She meets her hundredth brother-in-law a month into the dazzling rush of Hastinapur, mouth and mind full to bursting of new names.

At first glance she overlooks him, at the next, she wonders how anyone might. He resembles her husband strikingly, much more than the rest of his kin. Later she will know this causes them both no little displeasure, but for now she only offers a hesitant half-smile.

”Don't bother,” says Yuyutsu by way of greeting. “I’m no one important. In fact I don’t doubt they’d rather you never had cause to know of my existence. A royal byblow makes for an embarrassing scandal to introduce to a daughter-in-law.”

Well. That is unexpected.

“It happens about once a generation among us Kurus,” he goes on, mercilessly. “A maidservant’s son brought up to speak the truth—or so they say. My uncle, at least, sees it as burden rather than blessing.”

Bhanumati’s smile grows fixed. Yuyutsu sees it, and mistakes the cause.

“Not that you need worry,” he adds. “My eldest brother seems to have escaped that particular proclivity. My next sister-in-law isn’t so lucky; nor the wife of that friend of theirs.”

A problem for another day, another woman; Bhanumati shakes her head.

”Your kindness notwithstanding,” she says, her temples beginning to pound. “I assure you those--proclivities mean little to me, except an escape from your brother's attentions."

"Hmm," says Yuyutsu: a particularly patronizing sound Bhanumati will recall whenever her husband complains to her, years in the future, of how he loathes his half-brother. It might even be the first shared sentiment to bring husband and wife together. "For now, at least."

"For never," Bhanumati retorts, startled into forgetting any semblance of grammar. Her wide-eyed expression is enough to convey her intent; Yuyutsu laughs, raises his hands in surrender, and steps away.

"Say what you will, Princess," he tells her, even as he turns to go. "Only remember: we maid's children ever speak nothing but truth."

[blackknight-100]

I goddamn love the way you write TT all your works are so beautiful I'd cry TT Especially that Lakshmana Kumara one. I've lost count of how many times I re-read it. And even after my 20+ time reading it, that drabble still gets me. Ugghh I'm in feels! Also, I was wondering if you still take prompts. I'd love to see some Ash-Dury-Karna bromance and them being absolutely dumb for no given reason. And imagine if their wives were stuck with their shenanigans. Hope you have a nice day tho ~

Thank you, thank you for your kind words! I'm sorry this took me so long, but I was a little busy. I hope you like it. Have a good day/night :D

P.S.: I'm not very good at writing happy things, so sorry if this is not what you expected. Once again thanks for reading :)

1.

Bhanu was still flexing her fingers when they heard the crash. Vrishali lifted her eyes from where she was painting her nails and raised an eyebrow. Bhanu sighed, blew on her nails to dry the paint, and trotted outside.

A slightly alarmed, but mostly amused guard directed them towards the stables, mumbling, “His Highness, the Crown Prince is there with his friends.” He opened his mouth to add something else, but neither of the girls were listening. For the umpteenth time, Bhanu wondered why, of all Princesses of Aryavarta, it was her Suyo had to kidnap.

2.

Karna was sitting on the ground, giggling. He brightened up when he noticed Vrishali, brushed his fringe away with muddy fingers and tried to stand up. Vrishali heaved a theatrical sigh. Bhanu stared as Karna meticulously lifted himself up, brought a foot underneath himself, stood up and immediately tripped. She could not not wince as he face-planted, but Karna sat up with a dopey grin, hilariously unfazed, and made wiggly fingers in the air.

“Ugh,” Vrishali grumbled, but went to him anyway. Karna gave her a blinding smile and slurred, “Vaish ish preg-eeee.”

“Huh?” Vrishali tried to grab the parchment he was waving around. Karna whined, “Letaah to meee.”

Ignoring him, Vrishali unfolded the letter, raised an eyebrow and turned to Bhanu will a joyous smile, “My sister is pregnant.”

“That is so wonderful!”

Bhanu rubbed her forehead. Vrishali merely rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, and it would have been better if this fool did not try to celebrate it by drinking this early in the morning,” Vrishali groused. Karna rested his head on his wife’s shoulder and snuggled close. She shook him, “Radheya, no don’t sleep, where are Suyo and Ashu?”

Poor Karna, probably the world’s happiest drunk, mumbled, “I dunno.”

3.

He did not need to tell them. A loud whinny came from somewhere east. Moments later, Duryodhan, half hanging from a furious horse, rode in, cursing like Kalki come to earth. Ashwatthama followed, zigzagging across at a more sedate pace.

“Su-yooooooo,” Karna giggled. The angry stallion jerked, threw Duryodhan off and snorting majestically, trotted off. Duryodhan sat there, looking dazed. Ashwatthama plodded right up to him, then tripped on him, and they fell together in a tangle of limbs. “Oof,” Duryodhan said.

“Oof,” Karna echoed. Then he stood up, trotted up to the heap of drunken morons, and dropped himself on them. “Oof,” Karna said again.

Vrishali groaned. Bhanu sighed.

+1.

“I did not,” Duryodhan shrieked in his totally masculine way.

“You did, Suyo,” Vrishali told him levelly, but with a smile. Bhanu wished she had her superpower of dealing patiently with idiots.

“I can hold my liquor, Bhabhi, I’m a man and the Crown Prince of Aryavart!”

“No you can’t,” Ashwatthama snorted, “none of us can.”

“Besides, your post has no relation to liquor consumption,” Bhanu added unhelpfully.

“No I can! Karna, tell them!”

Poor Karna blushed redder (his complexion wasn’t helping) and mumbled, “I think we did all that.”

Duryodhan gave him and look of utter betrayal and jumped on him yelling, “Traitor! Traitor!”

Ashwatthama looked on for a moment, then shrugged and leapt in.

“Whose side are you on?” Karna demanded, while simultaneously fending off two very capable hands hell-bent on tickling him. Ashwatthama didn’t even bother to answer. Bhanu was pretty sure he had no idea himself.

Vrishali leant over and fetched their nail paints. “Mine got smudged, and I’ve got to look good at my sister’s baby-shower,” she said simply, noticing Bhanu’s raised eyebrow.

“That’s ages away.”

Vrishali shrugged and frowned, inspecting her nails.

“Mine got smudged too,” she told her.

“Then come, we will fix it together.”

[soul--search]

Devasuram - Hate

The face off between Neelakandan and Bhanumati

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Bhanu Athaiya aka Bhanumati, Indian costume designer, 28.4.1929-15.10.2020

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Note (updated): This story is heavily inspired by the many many Jane Austen novels I indulged in as a child. I hope you enjoy the slightly different writing style and the plot, which was particular…

New story up on balaramerchela! More Mahabharat shenanigoodness from the teenage years.