Her love and devotion for the epic history of Mahabharata led her to travel to the past, the era of Mahabharata Dwapara Yug. As the sister of Krishna, our Dhaksha is here to discover her destiny in this epic story.
What tragedies will she encounter...
"Here you go, Guru! Here's your sword," I said with a smile as I handed him the weapon.
I could see he was really nervous and a bit scared. I just wanted to see if my instincts were right, so I needed to check it out a bit more. "Let's give this a shot!" I winked playfully.
He started swinging at me with the sword, and I got into a defensive stance. Our swords clashed, but his strength felt a little weak. I playfully struck his sword and gently pushed him back against the wall.
The fight felt incredibly intense, and as we clashed, we found ourselves near the tranquil lake by our palace. In a moment of desperation, I aimed for his sword, but he instinctively bent down to avoid the blow. I couldn't help but feel a pang of regret as I accidentally removed his turban.
I was taken aback by what I thought was true. As I gently removed her turban, her long, shining brown hair cascaded down, revealing a face that felt oddly familiar.
"This is quite surprising," I said with a warm smile, hoping to lighten the moment. She was intensely focused on the fight, completely unaware of my reaction.
"Let's see what you've got," she said as she moved closer. With a swift kick, she knocked me off balance, and before I knew it, she had her sword pointed at my neck from behind. I quickly raised my arms to defend myself, feeling a mix of admiration and concern for her determination.
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"Isn't it captivating?" she asked, a hint of intensity in her gaze.
I nudged her gently with my elbows and turned to face her. Her hair danced in the air, and I could see the fire of determination in her eyes. Dressed in a way that defied conventions, she truly intrigued me. This was turning out to be more fascinating than I had anticipated, and I couldn't help but admire her spirit.
"Is this all there is?" I smiled gently. "Do you want more?" she responded, stepping closer and raising her sword. "Why do you laugh like that?" she asked, a hint of confusion in her voice as we clashed. "I just felt like smiling," I replied, feeling a mix of emotions as I pinned her against the tree. I noticed she was breathing heavily, and my heart softened. "You really think you can win against Uttar, don't you, Dhakshan?" I said with a playful smirk but with warmth in my tone.
In that brief moment, I carefully placed the bindi I had on my forehead onto hers—a small gesture of connection, a fleeting moment that held so much meaning. "Don't get too confident, Uttar! I'm your mentor!!" she playfully kicked me away. Wow, I really underestimated her. She's incredibly strong! But she was so focused on winning the match that she seemed unaware of the tricky situation we were in.
"Sword fighting is my specialty, Dhakshan!" I called out with a grin. "Then show me what you've got, my friend Uttar!" she replied with a cheerful smile.
