Episode 122

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                  Third person pov__

Bheem was calmly chopping wood from a sturdy tree, his axe rising and falling in a steady rhythm

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Bheem was calmly chopping wood from a sturdy tree, his axe rising and falling in a steady rhythm. The serene silence of the forest surrounded him, broken only by the chirp of birds. Suddenly his hand froze mid-swing as a distant, rhythmic pounding reached his ears. The unmistakable sound of galloping hooves echoed through the air, growing loud with easy passing moment. Startled, Bheem turned his gaze
toward the horizon, his heart quickening. Someone-or something-was approaching at a great spread, and he couldn't shake that this was no ordinary encounter.

He was afraid that someone might see him, so he started running towards the mudhouse which he had built with his brothers

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He was afraid that someone might see him, so he started running towards the mudhouse which he had built with his brothers.

Reaching near the kitchen side, where Nakul was sitting with Arjun.He sat down there with a loud thud, making
Nakul flinch.

"Are you ok, Bhratashree? Here drink some water" Arjun asked worriedly giving some water to Bheem, who was panting heavily.

Bheem took the water before drinking it in a single gulp

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Bheem took the water before drinking it in a single gulp.

"What happened? What did you see that
made you run? Nakul teasingly asked Bheem.

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