(Krishna)²// Time Travel To Mahabharata Era

ℂ𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕖

"Krishna, come back!"

Trisha's voice crackled over the radio, her urgency palpable.

"You're running out of fuel, and the weather is deteriorating."

Krishna, her heart pounding with adrenaline, pushed the throttle forward, her fighter jet soaring through the turbulent sky. Below her, the enemy territory stretched out like a vast, hostile landscape. She had three targets left, but the clock was ticking.

Krishna glanced at her instruments. Trisha was right. The fuel gauge was dangerously low, and dark storm clouds were gathering on the horizon. But she couldn't abandon her mission. The enemy was a threat to her country, and she had to eliminate it.

"I'll be fine, Trisha," Krishna replied, her voice steady. "Just help me crack the Falcon's radar."

The Falcon was Pakistan's most advanced fighter jet, equipped with state-of-the-art radar technology. Trisha, working tirelessly at her station, began to input the necessary codes.

"I'm almost there," she reported. "Just hold on, Krishna."

Krishna's heart sank as she witnessed her two wingmen, her comrades-in-arms, fall victim to enemy fire. Rage surged through her, fueling a burning desire for revenge. She would not let their sacrifice be in vain.

"They're heading towards the border," she informed Krishna. "Intercept them immediately."

A fierce dogfight ensued, the sky filled with the roar of engines and the flashes of gunfire. Krishna, her skill honed through countless hours of training, managed to outmaneuver her opponents, taking down one after another.

Krishna's heart pounded in her chest as she felt the enemy fighter lock onto her with a heat-seeking missile. The cockpit filled with a deafening alarm as her plane's systems struggled to cope with the incoming threat.

Desperation fueled her actions as she activated the countermeasures, releasing a burst of flares to confuse the missile. The missile veered off course, but the crisis wasn't over. Krishna's fuel gauge was flashing red, indicating that she was critically low on fuel.

With a surge of adrenaline, Krishna locked onto the enemy fighter and launched a missile of her own. The missile found its mark, but as she watched it explode, a chilling realization dawned on her. Her own fuel system had been compromised. The enemy's attack had damaged her fuel lines, leaving her stranded in the sky.

Krishna activated the plane's emergency ejection system. With a jolt, she was propelled from the cockpit, her parachute deploying just in time. As she drifted towards the ground, she looked back at her beloved fighter jet, now a smoldering wreck.

Krishna's heart pounded in her chest as she plummeted towards the earth. The wind whipped past her face, blurring her vision. She fought to stay conscious, her mind racing with thoughts of her loved ones, and her mother India.

Just when she thought she couldn't endure the pain any longer, her vision began to fade. A wave of darkness washed over her, and she slipped into unconsciousness....