Yashvanth, the Prince of Birds and a decendant of Garud. A young boy who loves flying, fighting and everything in between.
His life is changed when he meets Keshav. A police trainee who finds himself in the Magical Mughda forest. He is mesmerized by...
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Yashvanth was sitting sadly on a tree, drinking a can of beer.
"Don't be so disheartened Yash, you'll find someone someday!" Devrath said.
"I have given up hope Bhratashree" Yashvanth said, taking sips from his can. "This is like, the 7th Swayambar I lost" He punched on a tree.
"Maybe she just was'nt right for you!"
"You know I'd actually won the contest in Prince Aryavan's Swayambar! And he clearly liked me too. But no. 'I want my son to marry a Princess and not another Prince' Meanwhile the prince would have made him happier than any other Princess" Yashvanth said.
"We can't exactly change their mindset" Devrath said.
"You know who could've won today's Swayambar? You, Bhrata Dev! It was archery anyways that's your expertise" Yashvanth said.
"Yash, you know I'm not keen on marrying anyone else"
"But Bhratashree, He probably doesn't even know you anymore!"
"I don't care" Devrath sighed. "It's him or none" He said.
"With you being almost celibace and my rotten luck, we might end Lord Garud's decendants" Yashvanth said.
"Don't say that bro, we're just in our early 20s, we still have time" Devrath said. "Anyways let's race till our house."
"Really? You always end up losing" Yashvanth said.
"We can still try"
"Challenge accepted!"
With that both got to the starting point.
"Three-two-one!" with that they both sped off towards the end of the lake.
"I'M GONNA WIN, LIKE ALWAYS!"
"NAAH, SEE I WIN THIS TIME!"
"BHRATA DEV YOU ALWAYS SAY THAT, BUT YOU NEVER WIN!!!"
Yashvanth was sure that he would win, like usual, as he was way forward compared to Devrath. But then his sharp, eagle-like eyes caught someone near a large tree.
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"ONE-TWO. ONE-TWO.ONE-TWO. ONE-TWO" The new recurits were having their training on the outskirts of the forest.
"Ya'll can rest here for some time" Their instructor, Inspector Deepraj said.
"YES SIR" The young boys said. And sat down to rest.
"So tiring" Armaan was taking deep breaths.
"Honestly, do they want to kill us?" Karma said.
"You do know that once we complete our trainig, we might have to go for missions that require us to walk through glass, run as fast as the wind, eat snakes for survival?"
