"A life lived in love will never be dull."

A long, long time ago, during the era when legends walked the earth — the time of the Mahabharata...

In Hastinapur, the great capital of Bharatvarsha, resided two groups of royal cousins: the Pandavas and the Kauravas.

Though they were kin, a river of rivalry flowed between them, swelling with each passing day. The Kauravas, led by Duryodhan, were often wicked and cunning, their every deceitful move guided by the mastermind from Gandhara — the wily Shakuni.

The Pandavas, by contrast, stood like pillars of dharma — intelligent, kind-hearted, and righteous.

At their head was Yudhishtir, the eldest, a living embodiment of truth and justice, who treated his younger brothers with fatherly care.

Then came Bheem, a giant in strength and appetite alike. Though often playful and fond of food, in battle, he was like a raging elephant — unstoppable, fearsome, wild.

Nakul and Sahadev, the twin sons of Madri, were the mischievous charmers of the family. Nakul took immense pride in his handsome looks, often believing no being in the three worlds could match his beauty. Sahadev, meanwhile, held a quiet but firm belief in his unmatched intellect. Together, they were called the Ashwin Kumars — masters of healing and knowledge, blessings upon humanity.

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“Maa! Tell me something about the great Gandivdhaari Arjun! He’s the hero of the story, right?”

The child’s voice piped up, full of excitement.

The mother laughed softly.

“Of course, my dear, he is the hero. But you must know about all of them — each played a role in the grand tale. Still, since you ask... let me tell you about Arjun!”

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Arjun, the Great Gandivdhaari, was a name whispered with awe across kingdoms.

It was said that no archer in the world — neither man nor demigod — could match his skill. The power of karma fueled his every arrow, and destiny seemed to weave itself around his fingertips.

Clad in simple white robes, with fair skin that caught the sunlight like a blessing, Arjun was a sight to behold. His hazel eyes held the wisdom of sages and the fire of warriors; his jet-black hair danced with the wind, and many a maiden’s heart found itself entangled in those dark, wild locks.

But Arjun — noble, focused — kept himself distant from the fluttering hearts around him. His life was a path of discipline and duty, untouched by the enticements of romance. Yet, despite all his strength, intelligence, and valor, there remained a side of him unexplored — the tender human within, longing for love, laughter, and companionship.

He was a mighty warrior to the world — the Pandav-Nayak — but inside, he longed for someone who could see him not as a legend, not as Gandivdhaari Arjun, but simply as Parth — the boy, the man, the soul.

And fate, as it always does, was preparing someone very special just for him...