The sun shone to its bright being milder than it shines in other early mornings pacing its light around the palace. While silence prevailed in the air there was a sound of whooshing of arrows which ended soundless on hitting its aim. No one knows where the aim was until a thud of something falling heard. The next set of arrows were shot with a half turn and lunging down angling higher than sight level but were cut down in its middle way. The archer smiled behind the mask tied around the head as turban exposing dark brown eyes filled with concentration and awareness. In a blink of a second two men jumped high on the air From the sides of the archer with swords in attacking posture but within a swift the archer rolled down to the side table drawing a sword pulling it right against his chest defending the attack with a clash sound of swords while the body weight was on her bended knees back arched while the pressure on her sword increased. Within a second the archer pushed the other swordsmen with a force standing back on her feet taking a turn which made the mask unveiled revealing a beautiful face of a girl with round face, dark brown doe eyes, arched eyebrows, button nose, thin lips curved up in playful smirk, hands lifted up in ready to attack.
The men forwarded their sword attacking her which was too easy for her to defend using one sword. Again with a clash she turned and pushed one of them tightly in fight with the other she gripped her sword turning the man's sword with a lot of pressure. Being succeeded in her move changing her position to be able to attack as well as defend both the men, she clashed her sword with one to her side who had all the features of a prince, from his skills to looks. While in fight with the Prince, the other guy in black kurta not less than a warrior was behind her sketching to attack which went in vain as she gave a tight clash of her sword for the move he took backward steps for each attack on him due to pressure. At the same time she ducked prince's move simultaneously defending the 'second man's sword clashes. The attack and defend game of three which is called as a fight didn't see an end where none backed off. Clothes being dusty and sweaty, turban loosely hanging, with a cut or two here and there, only panting sound was added in between the clashing of swords, glancing the other two by three of them in each 'panting' gap and again striking each other, turning and flipping, but none of them lost their concentration and spirit even though they were dead tired in early morning itself.
The fight was went ending!
Real warriors indeed!
And after the next gap for gasping air the girl was being marched by the men drawing the sword to control the pressure of two swords at a time. With a force she withdrew it and lifted to attack when a loud voice with four people stopped her.... Also the fight
"Stop it. Enough for today." a voice resonated the practice arena of the fort of Prathaangarh belonging to the most respected person with power. It was the King Mahendra accompanied by the Queen Sarala devi and another couple in middle forty age. The three fighting warriors turned to elders lowering their swords dabbing out sweats off with towel from Their faces which was covered with smiles, glancing at each other while the girl removed her turban making her long loosely braided hair fall down.
"You could have stopped us after a while, Raja Saheb. I would have defeated Nirvaan. " The girl told smirking at Nirvaan, the man in black kurta for which he gave sly look to her.
"Not only Nirvaan you would have defeated me once for all and become the heiress, natkhat" the prince Dakshraj, the one and only heir of Prathaangarh, the most virtuous person with skills of tackling anything told smiling proudly at the girl whom he looked after since she was months old. He switched his sword to other hand caressing her head and she chuckled at him.
"Dhaad bhai, am I that bad to take what is yours? When I have your blessings and teachings forever with me what more do I need? And to become a heiress the king should have a compete with me. What say Raja Saheb. Shall we have a duel?" She told and swung her sword being ready, smiling at the King. Her words made the group gasp in shock.
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Damini -The Unknown Princess
Historical Fiction"Why always in a hurry, you girl? Huh? You can't escape from me. From the second you lost." His grip on her arm tightened making her wince arching her back. His dangerously husky voice sent shivers down to her spine still maintaining her anger on hi...
