Part 1

The Mahabharata has been retold for hundreds and thousands of years, from the perspectives of various people of the epic, be it Draupadi, Bhima, Yuddhisthir, Arjun or Karna. However, some have stayed in the shadows, in life and in memory.

Nakul is one of those. The fourth Pandava's life remains shrouded in mystery and the silence that was so characteristic of his personality.

Many unthinkingly brand him as the beautiful brother, forgetting his valour. Many forget the Ayurvedic maestro, they forget the man who had an uncomparable knowledge on horses, they forget the man who had been the best swordsman of the era.

This is a tribute to to the Ashwineya, to the elder Madreya, to the Varshajeya who was rumored to have been able to emerge dry after a ride in the rain.

This is a tribute to the man that lay buried behind his overwhelming beauty.

This story will be mainly based on BORI CE and some regional folklores, along with some variations, for the sake of creative interpretation, but nothing too major.
𝔅𝔯𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔦𝔣𝔱𝔰 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔊𝔬𝔡𝔰. 𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔶'𝔡 𝔤𝔲𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔯𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢, 𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔩𝔬𝔴 𝔟𝔢𝔠𝔞𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔬𝔬 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔬 𝔫𝔞𝔳𝔦𝔤𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔭𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔨 𝔰𝔞𝔣𝔢𝔩𝔶 𝔬𝔫. 𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔶'𝔡 𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔫𝔤, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔢𝔩𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔢𝔪𝔟𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲