"I know I know. I'm one of the best in my field." He cracked up, taking he reins in his hands.
                          
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"Draupadi! How do I make you understand putri, stopping a bride right on the gates of her new home is never auspicious." Kunti touched Draupadi's head, hurtfully hanging low.
                          
"Remember when Pitamah and Jyesth shree disagreed with your marriage, it was Dhriti who saved you all from any further questioning and made you feel the warmth of home. Now you have to the same, putri, Subhadra is new to all of this and its on you to welcome her in the same way." Kunti gave a small smile.
                          
"All that was different Mata. Dhriti has got the strength to think the best even in the worst situations, not me. Here I feel like I've made my life a penance just by trusting Arya putra's fake promises." Panchali wiped her tear stained faces.
                          
"Panchali's words are apt. And Arjun's quandary is as legitimate." Yudhishthir broke the guilt ridden silence, standing at the main gates of the palace.
                          
"We must find a way out of this tangled situation. But what is the solution for this, Jyesth?" Sahadev took a few steps forward.
                          
"I am the solution now, what else! All my life, I've failed to understand the sweet relationship of Kuruvansh and Vivashata." A tiny smile of relief found is way on the brothers' faces as they recognized the familiar voice.
                          
"Come down from the camel ride Bhadra, you're no more a damsel in distress." She got down from her chariot before Satyaki even payed any heed to stop the horses as they both chuckled at her stumbling in her heavy apparel.
                          
"Careful!" Arjun exclaimed as the hue of ferociously red flames once again showed up, much to Dhriti's surprise.
                          
"Fine!" She took a deep breath, still standing inches near the flames.
                          
"Go inform Bhabhishree that I am here." She ordered the soldiers as her gaze finally shifted towards her brothers who started back in utter confusion.
                          
"Maharani Dhriti, maharani Draupadi said she won't let any outsider cross this blazing streak ,nexcept Rajmata Kunti." The same soldier informed, disheartening the other one.
                          
"Come on Shri, these elements, all this is a part of you." With those words of self reassurance, she lifted her foot.
                          
"Didi! What are you up to? The fire will harm you!" Nakul frantically jerked.
                          
"Fire does not hurt the paragons of purity." She answered, placing her feet right on the flames as they instantly ceased.
                          
"What is she? A goddess?" Sahadev nudged Nakul.
                          
"I hope she's still the same little sister of ours." Bheem lightly chuckled.
                          
"Bring the arti thali." She gave a reserved smile.
                          
"Restraining a bride on the doors of her new home is considered an insult to the culture and dignity of the family.
Every new bride is the Lakshmi of her own house, thus I cannot bear her insult." Dhriti said, welcoming the wedded pair by completing their arti.
                          
"Stay here for a while, take some rest. I'll go talk to Bhabhishree." Dhriti assuringly squeezed Subhadra's hand as the latter beamed in return, finally finding herself in a comfortable warmth.
                          
"Bhbahishree–" Dhriti informally entered her chambers, loosening the tightly pinned dupatta resting on her head.
                          
"Who gave you the rights to welcome the new bride, against Maharani's wishes?" Shouted  the  older  one,  not at all astonishing Dhriti.