Karna gazed at your sublime, graceful and submissive from the door. You were Panchali, Princess of Panchal, Nilopthala, your beauty comparable to a blue lotus. Kanaka Varnangi, of golden colour. Neelakeshi, of dark hair. Bimboshthi, lips with bright red colour.

Karna had won your hand in a duel for your marriage, And unlike your arrogant sister, Draupadi, who rejected him even when he conquered the whole north, you didn't reject him for his low caste. You willingly married him.

Karna was quiet, intense, and cold, the hardships of his life making him such a man. But you? He burned for you, like the son of the sun god he was. He ached for you.

You were his obsession.

He enters the rooms.