𝐀𝐧𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚 : 𝐸𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐷𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠

~🥀 The Pad Saga 🥀~

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Rana sa v/s The Pink Army

Author’s POV

The moon hung lazily over Patliputr, casting a faint silver glow over the towering palace. Inside its ancient walls, a storm was brewing—not the political kind, not even a security threat—something far more terrifying for the mighty ruler of the subcontinent.

Sanitary pads.

Anubhav Singh Yadhuvanshi, the man feared across borders, who’d faced terrorists without flinching, was now on a mission that could shatter his image in front of his most loyal men.

His strides were long, purposeful, yet something about them felt… different. Tense.

Trailing behind him, Rajveer tried to keep up, his face scrunched in confusion. The palace was secure. No threats. No alarms. So, what was the emergency at this godforsaken hour?

Suddenly, Anubhav stopped.

Rajveer nearly collided with him. "Rana Sa… sab theek hai?" he asked cautiously.

Anubhav’s jaw tightened. His piercing gaze didn’t waver as he spoke, "Pads chahiye."

Rajveer blinked. "Ji? Kaunse pads?"

Anubhav’s eyes narrowed dangerously. "Sanitary pads."

Silence.

Rajveer felt like his brain had short-circuited. Sanitary… WHAT?

Behind them, the guards walking in formation almost tripped over their own feet. One of them who was looking up hearing Anubhav almost fell down. One of them coughed loudly, the sound echoing awkwardly in the quiet corridor.

Rajveer cleared his throat, trying to salvage his dignity. "Uh… ji Rana Sa… woh… abhi le aate hain." His voice squeaked slightly at the end, making one of the guards stifle a laugh.

The Great Pad Hunt

Within minutes, Anubhav’s convoy was speeding through the sleepy streets of Patliputr. The guards, usually stoic, exchanged bewildered glances in the rearview mirrors.

In the car, Rajveer finally dared to whisper to the guard beside him, "Bhai… ye hum sapna toh nahi dekh rahe? Rana Sa… aur sanitary pads?"

The guard whispered back, "Bhai, hum toh soch rahe the mission Kashmir mein jaana asaan tha… yeh toh zyada khatarnaak lag raha hai."

Another guard chuckled softly, "Haan, aur dekhna… Rana Sa pad lene jaayenge toh bhi gusse mein hi bolenge—‘Ek packet do… nahi, do do!’ Jaise grenade maang rahe ho."

Rajveer snorted, quickly covering his mouth when Anubhav shot him a glare through the rearview mirror.

At the Medical Store

The convoy screeched to a halt outside the only open medical shop. The poor shopkeeper, half-asleep, stumbled out, rubbing his eyes—only to freeze when he saw Rana Sa himself standing there, arms crossed, face like thunder.

The shopkeeper’s soul nearly left his body. "R-Rana Sa? Sab… sab theek hai na?"

Anubhav didn’t waste time. "Sanitary pads chahiye."

The shopkeeper blinked once. Twice. His jaw practically hit the floor. "J-Ji? A-Aabhi… abhi laate hain!" He fumbled, knocking over a stack of medicine boxes in his panic, scrambling to gather every pad he could find.

Anubhav stood there, staring at the endless shelves of products, his brows furrowed. There were too many—different colors, different sizes, wings, no wings…