#vidur

[incorrectmahabharatquotes]

Vidur: It would help if we would all show up looking like a loving, supportive family.

Yudhishthir: For how long?

Vidur: Ten minutes tops.

Duryodhan: See if you can get it down to five.

[starryy-berryy]

Duryodhan: And if you have any suggestions feel free to put them in the suggestion box. Vidur: But – that’s just a trash can. Duryodhan: It sure is!

[blackknight-100]

Thank you so much for writing about Vrishasena and Arjuna. Could you please also write something about them but in an AU where Kunti tells them the truth (before the dyut sabha)? Something fluffy, please!

This ask has been sitting in my inbox for four months. I'm so sorry anon, fluff is really not my thing, but I tried. I hope you like this little thing. Previous angst version is here.

1.

It is a bitter winter morning when Arjuna finds his mother in the royal hall, prepared to sweep his world from under his feet. He huddles together with his brothers, glancing warily as the Kaurava retinue moan and complain among themselves about being summoned. Pitamaha is here as well, as are the King and the Queen, and Uncle Vidura.

“Has something happened?” the later inquires.

“We are awaiting the arrival of Angaraj,” Mother Kunti says, white knuckles wringing at her saree.

Duryodhana perks up like a hunting dog. “Why do you need him?” he demands, possessive as ever.

“I am sure Her Majesty has her reasons,” Uncle Vidura tries, but Duryodhana is on a roll.

“You keep trying to speak to him, cornering him at court and courtyard, trying to turn my friend against me! Why else would the Pandava’s mother be so interested in the man that trounced her sons? I think-”

No one manages to hear his what he thinks, because Kunti interrupts this tirade by screaming, “He is my son!”

 

2.

In hindsight, it is only meet that Karna – who is apparently his brother – gatecrashes the party halfway through Kunti’s sobbing explanation. Arjuna is reasonably sure the man has never given up the chance to barge into situations with the discretion of a charging bull. Perhaps that is why they call him Vrisha.

Much to his chagrin, Karna and his sons are immediately swept up into the Kaurava ranks even as their mother speaks of floating the baby in the river.

Duryodhana speaks right over her, like the churlish prince he is, and asks, “What took you so long?”

“The storms felled quite a few trees.” Arjuna’s newfound brother shrugs and turns to Mother Kunti with a look of abject concern. “Who is this baby in the river? Should we send out search parties? Surely, it is not right to just leave him be.”

Half the gathering stares at him. Uncle Vidura lets out a long-suffering sigh. Pitamaha smacks his forehead into a pillar. All in all, the Kuru family never fails in being predictable.

 

3.

For his own part, Karna takes the news surprisingly well, right up until Pitamaha reveals that he would now be officially part of the family and one of the contenders for the throne. This sparks a terrible debate – for all his meddling in Duryodhana’s plans, the King of Anga appears to have little interest in being king of anyplace else. Brother Yudhisthira, with all his half-divine morality, protests being a part of any contention that involves his older brother as a competitor. Uncle Vidura, who is the Pandavas biggest advocate in the Kuru court, takes this about as well as expected, which is to say: not well at all.

Arjuna has migrated to a corner to escape the shouting, rubbing his forehead to put off an oncoming headache. A figure sidles up to him and offers a small canister.

“This might help, Uncle.”

For a moment Arjuna nearly mistakes him for Karna – which should not be possible, given that his new brother is still yelling about something, and would never call him ‘uncle’ besides – but then he notices the differences. Anga’s Crown Prince is as fair as his father, but his cheeks are still adorably round, and his hair is several shades darker. He is also smiling, which is not a reaction Arjuna has ever garnered from his father, although he has seen Karna laugh often enough in his cousin’s company.

“Vrishasena, is it? Well met. What is this?”

Vrishasena bows. “Yes indeed, uncle. My greetings. This is for your headache.”

Arjuna takes the canister with raised eyebrows. Inside, there is a familiar slimy green paste. “You carry balms around?” he asks, smirking.

Vrishasena shrugs easily. “People are annoying,” he says, then winks cheekily at him and adds, “not you though. You have pretty hair.”

Arjuna’s startled laughter lasts a very long time.

 

+1.

“Father is wonderful,” Vrishasena says, nocking an arrow on his bow, “but he and mother kind of fought and now he’s upset.”

“I think he is mad at you for taking lessons from me,” Arjuna says, pressing gently down on his shoulders. “Stop being so tense, or you will miss.”

Vrishasena shrugs his shoulders and tosses his head obligingly, then stands much looser. “Nah,” he says, then releases the arrow. It pierces the swaying mango halfway through and carries it into the bushes. “He has stolen Abhimanyu, so he thinks it’s a fair deal. Besides, he likes having brothers.”

Arjuna would like to contest that, but it is true. For all his follies, Karna is astonishingly adept at micromanaging a hundred and five siblings, plus the two extras, without resorting to moralizing or murder. He’s still not ready to give up their reputation as rivals though, so all he says is, “Good shot.”

Vrishasena smirks at him. His nephew has grown quite a few inches in the months they have been away, so they are mostly eye-to-eye now.

“Just good?” Karna’s son definitely has Karna’s cockiness. “Not ‘excellent’ or ‘magnificent’ or ‘sublime’?”

“No,” Arjuna slaps him behind his head, laughing, “you do not need a bigger ego.”

“It’s not that big, uncle,” Vrishasena protests.

Arjuna laughs again. “If you stop pestering me for compliments, I will help you sneak into the kitchen. The cook is making special sweets today.”

Vrishasena pouts, thinking. “I also get to braid your hair.”

Arjuna will never understand the boy’s obsession with his hair, but who is he to deny his nephew anything, especially when he is getting a braid out of it? So, he shrugs and says, “Sure,” and off they go.

[aru-loves-krishnaxarjuna]

Krishna had a foreboding of some upcoming tragedy that'll happen to Arjuni. He just knows that something will happen but he doesn't know why and how and when. He tries to keep Arjuni safe but something does happens and tragedy struck. Even though he's the Lord of the Universe, he isn't able to do anything in the end to save his dear wife because sometimes somethings are not in your hands even though you're the creator cause destiny can change anyday...

Krishna had to leave before the day of the Dyut Sabha as he had to fight a battle with the Chedi Raj, Shishupal, and so he had left.

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Shakuni's oily laughter could be heard all around the Dyut Sabha, as soon Draupadi was dragged in and thrown on the floor. The evil laughter which came from the mouth of DhritarashtraPutras caused a ringing sound in the ears of the Pandavas, who sat as slaves, shedding tears. Draupadi was bleeding from various places in her limbs and face, though those were injuries were not so deep.

Soon came another, loud scream. The scream of pure pain and fear. It was a female's voice. Duryodhan laughed again. And soon, Arjuni was dragged in too, and was thrown beside Draupadi by Dushalan. Arjuni was harboring major bruises and cuts on her beautiful face, stab wounds on her arms and more wounds on her shoulders, bleeding heavily.

Arjuni refused to cry. She gritted her teeth and glared at Yudhishthir, who sunk under her gaze.

Then came the evil laughter of Duryodhan again. "Oh ho! So the mighty Gandivdhari has finally been defeated, eh? Tell me, my brothers, who should we disrobe first? The haughty empress or the oh so mighty Vijayaa?" He scoffed. "Alright then, i would give you a choice, Gandivdhari. Who should go first? You...or your wife?" The Kauravas laughed again.

Arjuni sat at the foot of the stairs, her body moving with each painful breath she took. She glanced at Draupadi and then back at Duryodhan, unsure of what to do.

Losing his patience, Dusshasan stormed upto Draupadi and dragged her on her feet by pulling her up by her hand, who tried to reciprocate. Dusshasan continued pulling her.

"Nahi!"Came Arjuni's shout as she broke the physical contact between the two. Arjuni stood protectively infront of Draupadi. "D-don't do anything to Panchali! I-i sacrifice myself! D-don't do anything to her!" Arjuni spoke between panting. She was tired from all the manhandling done to her.

"No Aryaputri! Y-you don't have to do this!" But Arjuni didn't listen.

Dusshasan grinned manically as he grabbed Arjuni's hair and pulled her, throwing her on the ground once more. He pulled her up again. Duryodhan laughed, enjoying what was happening. So did the Kauravas and Shakuni.

"Why are you all so silent!? Are your so called Dharma failing you now!? What about your virtues? The quiet of a saint is as much of a sin as the words of a sinner! What happened to you all now!?" But her voice fell to deaf ears.

The Kuru elders looked away, ashamed. No one was even trying to say anything.

Dursaha got up and smirked. He stormed upto the woman and grabbed her waist from behind, convering her mouth with his other hand. The helpless woman tried to shout, yet her sounds came muffled. She was being groped by her own cousins. She was being sexually harrased…

As Dursaha finally detached his arms from Arjuni's body, the hem of her saree was pulled by Dusshasan, while Duryodhan and the rest of his brothers were laughing as if watching a show of entertainment. Tears accumulated the eyes of the Tritiya Pandava, as she was grabbed from the behind again. She felt hands snake up on her neck and below her chest. Why were they doing this to her…

When she failed to pull her saree, she was forced to spin and cover her chest, as she bent down on the ground, to prevent further pulling.

"Putra Duryodhan, stop it!"

"Stop this at once!"

"This is Adharma, Putra!"

"Duryodhan! I am warning you!"

But all they did was scream and shout, yet no one even moved a finger to stop it.

But the pulling did stop, yet the silent sobs of the Gudhakeshaa started, as well as the humiliating taunts.

"Ha ha! Look at that posture! I am sure she would enjoy my treatment!"

"Oh look! The mighty Gandivdhari has fallen!"

"Just look at her!"

"Ha ha ha!!"

"Look at her body! Oh ho ho! Now that she's a slave i would call her everyday to give me a treat!"

"Aww what happened to the warrior princess? Looks like you weren't so strong after all!"

"Pfft! Does she have any self-dignity or any dignity right now? I think not."

"Hahahahha!"

All these comments hurt, but Arjuni didn't do anything as she got up slowly, falling mid way multiple time due to the pain she was bearing.

But then...

"I doubt Vasudev even loves this whore right here. I mean, his dignity comes in question due to her."

"Poor Vasudev. Having to bear such a humiliation in his face everyday."

"Are you sure this bitch didn't lure Krishna into her trap and got him to marry her?"

"Hmm, maybe she did do that."

"His divinity is being tainted because of her."

"Indeed. He doesn't deserve this worthless peice of shit!"

'What....?' Arjuni finally got up. Her being insecure also didn't help what her thoughts. 'No...they can not insult him so..!" But she kept quiet as her voice was not able to come out physically.

"Vasudev should be so ashamed to have her as his wife." Her eyes widened.

"I mean, he is right if he is." She looked down.

"Being with a wife like her...Vasudev is not so holy as he was before marrying this wretch, now."

"I know right? His holiness is in question because of her." Those statements snapped something inside of her like...like her heart had shattered and half her soul had been destroyed...

"ENOUGH!" Finally came the shout of Vijayaa. "You sexually assaulted me, I kept quiet... You humiliated and insulted me, i stayed quiet...but..." Her hair started flowing. "...But you can not insult my Madhav...i won't bear it! I would rather die than to watch him being him insulted!" She spat out, and looked at the whole court, as angry tears made their way again down her face through her silver-cyan eyes.

She gave a small smile, and stood while positioning her hands in a pranam, and closed her eyes. "This whole court...as this whole court is the witness of the humiliation of Indraputri… now this court shall be the witness of her death as well…because she cannot bear her husband's insults or anything at all anymore..." Kunti and Gandhari had came in just then, and heard what the Rajkumari had announced so softly yet so tiredly.

Kunti shook her head, horrified, as she made her way through the door...or tried to...but before she could....

Savyasachi started glowing from the inside for some unknown reason, as electricity coursed through her veins. The course of electricity was visible to everyone.

"Don't, Arju!"

"Please Behena! D-don't die on us!"

"Arjuni di!"

"Jyeshthaa!"

All the calls of the Pandavas fell useless as their sister didn't listen.

As electricity coursed through the veins of Vijayaa, five circles of fire had appeared on the ground around her, as if giving her the energy to kill herself...as soon as the glowing lightning in her in body stopped, she started bleeding through her mouth and cried blood (bleeding through her eyes). The hem of her saree had started to burn first. For the last time, a tranquil smile made way on her face as her body fell limp, her palms still joined yet softer than before, and she fell to the ground, with her saree still burning. She had fell like but a marionette let loose of its strings...

The whole court had been the witness of her death and no one had even tried to stop it...

Draupadi, being the Agnisutaa, the Yajnaseni, was not affected by the circles of fire as she made her way towards her wife, slowly, still not believing the sight in front of her.

Not only her, no...The whole court was too shocked to even say anything. All of it happened so sudden....even the evil Kauravas and the deciever Shakuni were shocked to the core...they hadn't expected...this…

Yojnagandha cradled her dead wife's head on her lap, and cried heavily....

The Pandavas are devastated, the Kauravas are still not believing what happened, Bhishma, Vidur and Drona were overcame by regret and tears accumulated their eyes again, and Karna, not knowing the truth, was also horrified, as if some part of his heart was breaking.

Somewhere in a battlefield, midst battle, Dwarkadhish felt immense pain throughout his body, as if...as if half of his soul had died...

Soul...

Half of his...

...soul...

Half...

Of his...

Parthavi...

His first thought was his wife, his Parthavi. "Baldau...i think that... it is coming true..." Krishna somehow managed through the immense pain. Balaram, still fighting, snapped his head towards his younger brother. Tensed, Balabhadra nods at his anuj, signalling him to go and that he would manage. Krishna nodded back, anxious, and dissappeared from there with a snap of his fingers.

As Devakinandan appeared near the entrance of the Court, he was met with Draupadi's screaming and everyone's horrified faces. Then his multihued eyes fell on his wife, who was lying on the ground, dead.

His foreboding had come true...

Kanha couldn't belive his eyes...

He had thought, that maybe it was a mistake on his part and nothing will happen to Arjuni, that they had more time with them...

He took slow steps towards the two women, and his knees gave out as he fell down beside his dead wife. "...Parthavi? Please...wake up...Priye...?" He gently shook his wife's body, still not believing that she died. "O' Gudhakeshaa...y-you never do this...you are never asleep for even a minute, what happened now...? Please...Parthavi..?" Krishna whispered, broken. He first whisperrd, and then those whispers gradually turnrd into wails and screams, breaking everyone's hearts.

Krishna's tears drop on his wife's face as he cradled her body close to him, he wailed and screamed, gruesomely, not caring what anyone thought of. Draupadi sitting beside him was crying as well. Slowly, he stopped.

"Draupadi...w-what did they do... tha-that the never failing, ever conquering Vijayaa had to...commit suicide...?" Krishna's voice came out rough, too rough. It was never like that...

Draupadi looked broken at the thought of it, and looked at the Kauravas. "T-the Kauravas...it was them...t-they first tried to pull me but Aryaputri intervened, sacrificing herself. Defenseless, all the Kauravas took turns sexually harrasing and groping her and then, tried to disrobe her even. When she..when she tried to protect her honour..." Draupadi paused to take a shaky breathe. "Th-they taunted and badmouthed her dignity and her in overall....but her breaking point was when they questioned your love for her...and badmouted you as well..said that you will be ashamed to have her as your wife and...and that you, your dignity and your divinity are in question because of Aryaputri...s-she..." she breathed in and breathed out again, to maintain her emotions. "Y-you know how she is like... don't you, Govind..? Sh-she couldn't handle your insult and what they said had broke her heart...s-so she k-killed herself...!" She looked down and sobbed.

Meanwhile, something snapped inside Krishna. He gripped his wife's dead body tighter. "...and what about the others?"

"T-they didn't do anything to stop it..." came the answer from the blue-lotus eyed woman.

Krishna's angered breathing was heard throughout the whole court, and it scared the life out of them. "Sakhi..." came Kanha's now grave voice. "Get out of this Sabha with Raaj Maata Kunti and Maharani Gandhari, and every female. Because this Sabha is going to turn into a bloodshed today...they will face the end of my Sudarshan..." and Draupadi obeyed. She wiped her face and got up, carrying Krishna's orders.

After the women were gone, Krishna still cradling Arjuni in his arm, took out the Sudarshan in his other. His eyes glowed a translucent white and he started glowing. Dhritarashtra, for the first and the last time, got the power of sight and the first thing he saw was Krishna's glowing self and his powerful Chakra beheading his sons. He screamed and shouted at Krishna to stop.

"Where had this power of stopping gone when Arjuni was tormented, Maharaj Dhritarashtra!?" Krishna shouted while killing Duryodhan. That shut up the king immediately.

After the killing of the DhritarashtraPutras, Krishna shouted again. "I curse you! You would have no happiness in your remaining life, and would be under torturous conditions! Life would be immensely unfair to you all alive here! And you all would just be helpless puppets of Niyati! I curse all of you here!" He brought his Parthavi's body closer to him once again.

"What had happened to your virtues, your dharma and your morals then?" He looked at Bhishma and Drona. "What happened then, Gangaputra? Wasn't she you dearest granddaughter? And wasn't she your best student, Dronacharya? Why didn't you two save her?" He looked at Vidur. "Do you have a reason, oh Mahamantri?" The three just looked down. Regret and guilt overcame their beings. They regretted their existence.

"What about you, O' Dharmaraj? Did you forget your Dharma, or did you decided to take the path of Adharma? Vrigodharamdhari, what happened to your might then? What about you two, the gift of Ashwini Kumaras?" Dwarakapati glared at them. "Do you have any idea, how much she suffered for you? Arjuni had to suffer so much from her family, which is all of you, always took the blame for you, always took the punishments for you, always saved and cared for you, when her heart broke because of you she only loved all of you more, with all it's shattered pieces, looked after Nakul and Sahadev as their second mother when Bua Kunti was not available, she sacrificed so much for you, how she always looked upto her elder brothers...DID YOU ALL FORGET THAT!?"

This broke the brothers. They regretted everything.

"That you killed Arjuni. That everyday, every hour, every minute, every second, it'll haunt you that you killed my Parthavi!! The Kurukul Rajkumari, the Kulvadhu of the Yadavas, the youngest of the Kaunteyas, the best warrior...you all killed her together!" Krishna's eyes wandered towards Karna. "Karna, you were not a Sutaputra, you are actually Suryaputra..the oldest of the Pandavas....Parthavi, she-...she know the truth, that was the reason why for the past months, since she came to know, she started respecting you... because you are her eldest brother....and you killed her by being quiet!" That shattered Karna. He...killed his sister..? His own little sister..? No...he was just bluffing—

"Mahamahim knows too, and ask Surya Narayan or even Raaj Maata Kunti, or even your adopted parents. Whatever you wish.." Came Krishna's whisper.

Krishna got up, and carried Arjuni's body in his arms and went from there, still crying.

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Even after thousands of years, the immortal Vishnu avatar was still roaming the Aryavarta, now called India. He was adapted to the modern world now.

It was the time of 2015. He still remembered when they didn't have these modern devices called smartphones...or whatever it was...

Krishna still had his wife's peacock-styled beautiful Chudamani, in the memory of her.

It was a rainy day, and it was only him for now on the deserted streets. Suddenly, and girl crossed him, with her immensely long open hair flowing in the wind, her face facing down and head being hidden under her umbrella. Kanhaiya gasped. She looked familiar...too familiar.

As he stopped walking due to shock, so did she stop. The girl's back was facing him, and her voice...that was familiar too...

She had giggled, and Krishna turned around in surprise, almost letting go of his umbrella. His eyes widened when he heard what she said next.

"I have been waiting for you for years now... Madhav...."

That name...only one person knew that name...

The girl raised her umbrella to show her face, and Krishna dropped his.

Was she really...

"Yes...I am Arjuni, though I go by Adhira now, but I will always be Parthavi, Your Parthavi...My Madhav…"

She really was...his Parthavi...

Krishna wanted to scream and cry because of joy and sorrow.

Adhira dropped her umbrella and embraced the now crying Kanha in her arms. The rain drops danced and the atmosphere became softer because of the union of two separated lovers.

"I won't ever leave you...Madhav...I love you, and i forever will..."

@kim3jeon1min1park1jung1-bts credits to her! Because she helped me with this from the start! And also,.some of the plotpoints have been taken from an Indonesian MHB ff, so it anyone send me the link i would be more than happy to put it here.

Edit: I found the link! Someone was kind enough to put it in the comments! Tagging @aiaioooo as it's their fic :)

[samissobsessed]

'What did the characters of Mahabharat go to prison for?' Pt1.

Pt2.

[shyampyari]

yeeting at ya’ll. Tell me if you want more ❤

Braincell count#1, Braincell count#2

Tagging some amazing ppl, If I don’t/forget to tag you, you are still fucking amazing: @1nsaankahanhai-bkr @soniaoutloud @amandaanubis @supermeh-krishnafan @lemponkoira @chaanv @pratigyakrishnaki @panchali @allegoriesinmediasres @hindumythologyevent (even tho it’s over, sorry)

[siyakepiya]

Vidur texting shakuni be like

Vidur: knock knock

Shakuni: who's their

Vidur: its "there"

Vidur: you idiot

Shakuni:

Vidur: I didn't even have a joke

[hindumyththoughts]

For @hindumythologyevent

Tagging mods: @allegoriesinmediasres , @soniaoutloud and @1nsaankahanhai-bkr

Vidur and Yudhishthir rambles

It was a long day full of work, like all the others. But as long as he was working for his kingdom, his people, it was as satisfying as a long round of rousing debate with the grandsire. At that time he was on his way to meet some officials for discussing plans for some buildings in the capital city when his gaze fell on the eldest kuntiputra, looking peaceful as he perused a scripture. All the other children of kuru line were thoroughly enjoying themselves by playing ball at a nearby place but that did not mean that the eldest was getting weary... in fact he would sometimes look up from the object of his attention to gaze fondly at all of them, almost like a mother...

His thoughts wandered without a second's wait, when Didi Kunti had came back suddenly with news of brother Pandu's unforeseen demise, he was stunned and distraught. But she also came with something that should provide a hope for Hastinapur's future. The 5 children. He had seen the way the king's beloved eldest was going, guided by the vengeful Soubala, and had felt a growing despair within him. But when they came, the Panduputras, he allowed himself the luxury, for the first time in many years, of holding on to a little piece of hope.

At first he was wary, to find their temperaments, and figure out the best strategy for countering the king of Gandhar. The eldest one had a deep impression on the younger four, probably because apart from their mother, he was their caretaker and hence a figure of authority. Now there was a new eldest kuru descendant who could be worthy of the crown, who could counter Suyodhana.

But the more he observed Yudhishthir, the more he realized that he could be a king but for completely different qualities. The boy was firm but kind, disciplining for himself but forgiving for others. He was just with a strong morality, endowed with an eager but controlled mind. Sometimes, when the grandsire caught him observing the child, he would tease him by asking whether he saw something... or someone familiar.

Vidur couldn't resist walking up to him. He heard him coming and hurriedly stood up to show respect to his uncle, the difference of a whole world between him and Suyodhana. It was not that the present heir was all bad, he was a good child inherently with many gracious qualities, but was losing his way fast due to the schemes of an enemy. He had tried to save the boy from the clutches of that snake but failed.

Yudhishthir stood folding his hands and waiting for his words. He was an endearing child too, just like his brothers. The grandsire had already lost his heart to the middle one, Arjun... his small, shy smile could conquer the invincible Gangaputra in just one stroke. Didi Gandhari also seemingly had no limits to the love she contained, judging by the amount she showered on the five along with her own.

He asked the boy what he was doing, sitting on the sidelines while everyone else played, didn't he want to play too? He smiled and answered that though he had no interest in playing, he was still there because it was his duty to look after all his siblings, as their elder brother. And it was very pleasant to look at their cheerful faces from the sides, from where he could also ensure their safety and prevent any disagreements between them. Even Bheem and Suyodhana were having fun, so it was worth it. When he asked if the prince would like to read something else, glancing at the scripture, the boy's eyes lit up in excitement as he affirmed. So Vidur made a promise for another day, when he would personally show him his library and he showed his gratitude in a restrained voice, his smile betraying his emotions.

As he walked away, Vidur couldn't help smiling, if this was supposed to be Hastinapur's future, it was not so bad. Maybe it was not so bad. Hopeful even...