While quiescence can be a virtue at times, in love, it can leave a lacuna and a longing to be loved. Love needs expression; you cannot just love and leave.
This is a tale of two people, who loved each other. The love was never lost, but it never found its rightful expression and left the protagonist aching and hurt.
Draupadi sat inside the royal bath, tears streaming down her face. She sat devoid of her robes, unmindful of the maids looking at the bruises on her bare body.
What use are these robes that cover my outer body? The honour and dignity that covered my soul are gone, she rued.
Her long lustrous hair fell to her knees, messy and unfettered. Her kohl had breached its boundaries, flowing freely out of her eyes, past her pink fluid lips. Her maids poured milk strewn with petals of rose on her, and as the milk touched her skin, it bubbled with the heat emanating from her.
“Colder…” she screamed, with pain ridden voice and the maids rushed to get pots of cold milk for her.
No matter how cold, the milk refused to soothe her.
“Leave,” she commanded her maids, with a flick of her wrist.
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