Uttara's Wedding

This is part of the "Uttara Series" You will find under the Mahabharata. The series is also available on Wattpad.

The grand wedding preparations were in full swing in the city of Virat Nagar. Guests arrived from every corner of the world, kings and queens, princes and princesses, courtiers and scholars. The palace buzzed with life and laughter. Gifts poured in from every monarch and kinsman, while the commoners outside the palace gates received new clothes and food in celebration.

The royal kitchens were abuzz with firelight and fragrance. Chefs worked tirelessly, preparing every delicacy imaginable: sweets drenched in ghee and honey, fragrant pulao, spiced meats and fish, and desserts of milk and saffron. The guest chambers overflowed with noble visitors, each one an eminent personality from the vast lands of Aryavarta.

Away from the commotion of the main halls, deep within the inner chambers of the Andarmahal, the young princess sat quietly. Though the corridors echoed with music and laughter, her heart was heavy with nervous excitement.

Her wedding was only a few hours away, yet her thoughts wandered back to that night a week ago when he had whispered, “See you at the wedding.” He had stayed within the palace all week, but fate allowed her only fleeting glances during the grand dinners. Each time their eyes met, he smiled softly, knowingly. Each time, her heart grew warmer.

The wedding day dawned. After days of feasting and festivity, the palace burst into splendour. The drums rolled, announcing with pride:

“The son of the warrior Arjuna and the future son-in-law of King Virat is arriving at the wedding hall.”

Abhimanyu, radiant and confident, entered the hall in crimson attire, accompanied by his parents, his uncles, his brothers, and Queen Draupadi. His crown gleamed with gold and precious gems, a reflection of his youth and pride. As he took his seat upon the throne, his eyes searched the crowd for that familiar, shy smile.

In the inner palace, the Sakhis rushed toward the bride. The princess sat adorned in her red bridal sari, every sign of auspicious womanhood upon her. She wore the nine ornaments of a bride, the churamani on her head, the golden kamarbandh at her waist, red and white bangles, the vermilion bindi, her long hair braided and coiled, her neck draped with ornaments, and her hands dyed deep with red Alta.

“O Princess,” her Sakhi exclaimed, “you should see the wedding hall! It is grander than any before. The prince looks handsome in the royal garments your father gifted.”

Uttara smiled faintly, her heart beating fast. She glanced again at her reflection. Did she look beautiful enough? Would he think so too? The thought brought a blush to her cheeks.

A guard entered and bowed. “It is time, Princess. Their Majesties, King Virat and Queen Sudeshna, await you.”

The moment made her vision blur with emotion. Walking beside her proud parents down the marble corridor, she felt every step draw her away from the innocence of childhood. The hallway seemed strangely short as they approached the hall.

The drums thundered again, and the herald’s voice rang out across the grand chamber:

“Princess of Virat Nagar, Daughter of King Virat, Daughter-in-law of the Pandavas, Princess Uttara, is arriving at the marriage hall.”

As she entered, thousands of eyes turned toward her. The crowd cheered. She could feel his gaze upon her, and a warm flush settled across her face. Taking her place upon the throne, she barely noticed the formalities, the priests chanting, the gifts exchanged between the two families. Her eyes lingered only on the patterns of her painted hand, her thoughts on the prince awaiting her at the dais.

As she stepped forward, each footfall brought her closer to her destiny. Their eyes met. With trembling hands, they exchanged garlands. The crowd erupted with joy as she realised, with quiet awe, she was now his, and he was hers.

The day faded into feasting and revelry. Music filled the halls, and wine and laughter carried deep into the night. When the guests had retired, Uttara’s chamber stood ready, the air fragrant with flowers and lamps. She sat awaiting him, shy yet restless, her pulse quickening with every sound of approaching footsteps.

Finally, the door opened.

“Sorry to have kept you waiting,” Abhimanyu said softly. “It must have been tiring for you.”

“No... I was... It’s all right,” she stammered.

He smiled, sitting beside her. “Your brother invited me to a duel in the garden. I could not refuse a challenge.”

She laughed gently. “Uttar is always eager to show his skills.”

“That is good for a warrior,” Abhimanyu said, nodding. Then silence fell. The great warrior who had fought in countless training fields found himself struggling for words before his new bride. His heart raced with uncertain thoughts was he being foolish? Did she think of him as cold?

“Uttara,” he said at last, his voice quiet, “I am happy you are part of my family now.” But his tone carried melancholy.

“Are you thinking of the war, Arya?” she asked softly. Her calling him “Arya” stirred something deep within him.

“It’s just...” he began, looking away. “You deserve more than a husband who will ride away to war any day. You deserve a peaceful life, certain and secure.” She placed her hand on his. Her eyes were glistening.

“Arya,” she said gently, “my parents chose you for me. They know the world we live in. I know it too. And the fact that you think of me so much fills my heart with...” She hesitated, biting her lip.

“With what, Uttara?” he teased softly, his sad look replaced by a playful smile.

“With... respect for you,” she whispered, her cheeks turning crimson.

He chuckled, tightening his hold on her hand. “Respect and...?”

He had cornered her like a warrior encircling his opponent in a Chakravyuha.

“And what, Arya?” Her voice reflected a certain naivety, smiling despite her blush. He released her hand and walked to the balcony, gazing out at the starlit sky. She followed, her anklets chiming softly.

“You should rest, Princess. We leave for our journey at dawn,” he replied, still looking into the night.

“Arya...” she repeated, almost in a whisper.

“What is it, Uttara?”

“I am in love with you,” she confessed. “You are my protector, my life, my family.” She looked away shyly.

He turned and gently drew her into his arms. “I promise you, Princess, I will give you the best life in the world. I will love and honour you like no other.”

The night melted slowly into dawn as they stood together on the balcony, hand in hand, gazing into the pale horizon.

Their eyes were full of dreams of love, of laughter, of a future they would build together. If only the sixteen-year-old prince and his fifteen-year-old bride had known what destiny would soon demand of them.

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