Aparajita - Agnijaa
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What if there is a elder sister of Draupadi?
What if panchal have another princess?
What if she became the reason of Pandavas and Kauravas unity?
What if she changed the course of mahabharat?
Aparajita, she is no innocent but a fierce protector. She is a strategist who just don't play with weapons but with words. She is the replica of Shri krishna so similar still so different.
She is no one to them but for them she is everything.
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