𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖒 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝕺𝖈𝖊𝖆𝖓

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ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- -ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- -ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

--𝑽𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊--

The air vibrated with anticipation as athletes, spectators, and dignitaries gathered for the most revered sporting event in the land: the Khel Mahakumbh.

The Khel Mahakumbh ( Great sports festival), unfolds with a unique format. Initially, participants compete in individual games - Ashva Shastra Yudh (horse-sword fighting ), Dhanush Yudh (archery), Malla-Kreeda (ancient martial arts), and more. The winners of each game then converge to engage in a battle of wits, playing Chaturanga ( Chess). As the competition intensifies, participants are progressively eliminated until only the top four emerge victorious. Notably, success demands mastery of two distinct skills: excellence in one's chosen game and strategic prowess in Chaturanga.

I'll tackle Ashva Shastra Yudh (horse sword fighting), Asta takes aim at Dhanush Yudh (archery), and Sitara readies herself for Malla-Kreeda's ( Ancient Indian martial arts ).

"𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦, 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘴, 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩, 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘨𝘺! 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘒𝘩𝘦𝘭 𝘔𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘯!" , announcer voice rang out.

I, was ready to mount Yudhveer , my Ashva ( Horse) name , for the Ashva Shastra Yudh. Beside me, Asta grasped her bow, focused on the Dhanush Yudh. Across the arena, Sitara stretched, her movements fluid and deadly, preparing for the Malla-Kreeda showdown.

I stood tall, fueled by unyielding determination and bravery. The weight of past disappointment still lingered, but I refused to let it define me. For a moment, a fierce competitiveness burned within me, as if I sought vengeance against my rivals rather than victory. But I took a deep breath, shaking off the destructive thought. Focus, not fury, would carry me through.

As I scanned the crowd, only my family's familiar cheers pierced the din. The silence from others was deafening - a reminder of my previous failure. I had let them down, and myself. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞.

'𝘏𝘦𝘺 𝘋𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘳 , 𝘮𝘶𝘫𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘵𝘪 𝘥𝘦 (Damodar, grant me strength),' I whispered, invoking the warrior's spirit. With a steady hand and resolute heart, I prepared to face my competition, driven by redemption and the quest for glory.

As I stood at the threshold of the final round of Ashva Shastra Yudh, the stakes were higher than ever. Twelve warriors had begun the journey, and now only four remained. The first two rounds had been mere stepping stones for me, but my kingdom's awakening enthusiasm was laughable. Where was their faith when I needed it most? Better late than never, I suppose.

Vidyutta, Devpur's illustrious princess, and two other formidable female players. The grand throne beckoned, occupied by Yuvraj Aryanand and his father, Samrat, their presence is a testament to the prince's illustrious Khel-Mahakumbh legacy. Aryanand's sister, Vidyutta, had his fervent support, but I was determined to shatter her dreams.

Defeating her would be a statement victory, one that would send shockwaves through the kingdom. The thought sent adrenaline coursing through my veins. I was ready to vanquish all three opponents and claim the coveted top spot. There would be no second or third place; only the champion would reign supreme.