A few days had passed away and Arshia was bored out of her mind. It was impossible for Durshala to be with her all the time,she was the Hastinapur princess after all and she couldn't think of ideas to keep her entertained. If she was in her era,she can think of billions of things to keep her entertained.

So now,to keep her busy,she had been learning weapons. First being the sword,her favourite which she mastered. Her least favourite would be the gada, judging she could not even pick it at first.

"Boredom can make you learn things you can't even imagine of" Arshia chuckled, taking out her bow which was stuck right on the target.

Although the sword was her favourite she loved how smooth and lovely the art of archery was. The sound of the arrow leaving the string seemed music to the ears and when the arrow stuck the target,pure happiness.

"Rajkumari,shall I serve you dinner?" A dasi asked.

"No,I am fin-"

"Please do. Extras for us too" A strong and dominant male voice spoke causing her to halt from adjusting the arrow and turn back. She smiled realising it was Bheem,Sahadev and Nakul

"Pranipat PandavPutro" Arshia kept her arrow and now back and greeted the three.

Bheem smiled brightly and sat on the swing(she was practicing in the garden).

"Neglecting food is not healthy,Arshia." Nakul said, disappointment filled in his voice.

Over the days,Arshia had gotten closer to the three. It was not hard, considering how kind they were.

"It's not like that,Bhrata Nakul. It's just that archery is so fascinating to learn,I just want to do that."

"Mastered sword fighting already?"

"Yeah,it was the first weapon I ever learned"

"Then want to have a small and friendly duel?"

Nakul asked with mischief filled in his tone. Arshia grinned taking up the challenge.

"Make sure you two don't hurt each other. Sahadev,come over here. We are getting front-row tickets for the duel, wouldn't want to miss it" Bheem grinned as Sahadev walked over and joined him on the swing.

Arshia grabbed her sword and tighten her grip on the sword, excited for her first ever duel.

"And let's start!" Bheem announced eating the laddoos the dasi bought just a few minutes ago.

Nakul was the first one to attack. He swinged his sword dangerously close to her face but she defended and pushed Nakul back. Not giving a chance to even breathe,she swinged her sword and continuesly hit his sword causing him to take steps back at each blow. Having enough of the defence he turned around and placed the sword on her shoulder, making sure the sword wouldn't cause even a scratch on her.

She felt her breathe stop after feeling the heaviness of the sword on her shoulder. Eventually she calmed down and with her free hand she grabbed the handle of Nakul's sword and forcefully lift it. She realesed the handle and put down the sword with her own sword,now coming eye to eye contact with the most handsome man of Aryavart.

Nakul widened his eyes at her smart move and grinned at her when she turned around. Her sword being on top of his sword,he lifted it,her sword flying out of her hands. She dived getting her sword and lying on her back. Giving no time to recover Nakul pinned her sword down. He was bending down infront of her lying figure and grinned, thinking he had gained victory. Arshia grinned back giving it her all to push him back. He fell on his butt. Arshia,in the speed of light,stood up and was going to attack Nakul when he,how Arshia described it, sitting-ly back filp-ed and got back on his feet, defending her attack. He continuesly attacked causing her to step back at every blow(Deja vu?). Knowing a lake was behind her,Nakul smirked and blowed harder.

Arshia stood firm,just infront of the pond and continued to defend by standing. Nakul decided his last full attack blow and gripped the handle with both of his hands and attacked. She held her sword vertically and tried to defend. She slowly went on her knees,her free hand gaining support from the ground. She kept stalling until she got a bit of her energy back. She pushed Nakul with all her energy but he only stepped two-three steps back. Before he could attack,Arshia raised her sword and pointed it at him. She slowly played circles and now she was in the safe zone(as she termed it because there was no pond behind her).

Nakul, knowing what she was doing didn't dare to turn around and stood his ground. She could feel her fingers shake,the very fingers that gripped her sword. The three noticed this and concern grew over them.

"Arshia,Nakul. Let's stop this duel. It was a good show to watch" Sahadev said.

"We have to decide a winner Bhrata or we will claim me as a winner by default because Bhrata Nakul gave up" Arshia smirked,her fingers tightening around the handle.

Nakul smirked back and attacked,very much satisfying her ego. She jumped up sensing Nakul's attack and landed right behind Nakul. She raised her sword to attack but Nakul was faster. He turned around and blocked her attack. He came forwards,slowly lowering the sword, causing a bit of pain in her arm. He stood right infront of her, glancing down and smirking. He bent to match her height and annoyed Arshia with the smirky look.

Arshia tried her best to lift her sword but was unable to,against Nakul's power. An idea struck her and she smirked. She directly looked into his eyes,the flame and determination shining through. When she felt she could lift her sword,she did. She freed herself from his grip. But the thing was her arms were sore because of it and she wouldn't be able to fight efficiently with her dominative hand. Before the both of them could attack,a voice called them out.

"What a duel we are having in the garden! Fantastic I must say." Nakul and Arshia turned around to see Bhishma and Yudhishthir.

"It was amazing" Yudhishthir said coming near his brothers and Arshia.

"It really was. She is extremely talented" Nakul gazed at her and smiled. Arshia smiled at her achievement. Even if she wasn't able to win,she competed against one of the best sword fighters of this era.

"The duel was a tie, that's annoying" Bheem complained.

"It wasn't a tie,Bharat Bheem. Bhrata Nakul would have clearly won if the battle had continued any longer and I am sure of it. My dominant arm fell weak after he realesed it from the last attack." Arshia explained.

"But there was no result"

"It would have been you if it continued. This motivates me to be better. Good duel"

Arshia turned to him and extended her sword, accepting her defeat heartly. Nakul looked at her and smiled,clicking his sword with her's.

"You two are drenched in sweat and stink,a lot!Sorry Arshia" Bheem scrunched his face at the dirty smell. Arshia laughed and shook her head.

"I shall take my leave. Pranipat"

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She felt the cold water wash over her as she entered the pool-like structure. She leaned her head back and let all her muscles relax. The comfort made her close her eyes and feel it all.

"It's useless. I don't think she is waking up anytime soon" She heard her father say.

"How can you say that?She is your daughter,for God's sake!!"

"I love her more that you can even think of,Rudra!D-don't you d-dare say that!"

"I wouldn't dad!But look at yourself. You are a mess!When was the last time you properly talked to her?You talk to me,you talk to Amiya but why not her?!"

"She grew distant after our divorce!And no matter how much I tried she would shut me away!"

"Admit it dad. You didn't try hard enough!"

"I did!I did the best I could!Effort comes from both the side Ru-"

"Oh come on!Tic-for-tac isn't it?You are her God damn father!".

And their arguing voices seemed to be taken over by an soft and ideal voice.

"This happens every day, Arshia di and it's honestly exhausting. Father is disturbed and I heard Rudra bhai crying yesterday.Why don't you wake up,di? It's been 5 days already" Amiya said gripping her hand tightly.

Feeling the absence of oxygen in her lungs,she opened her eyes to see herself surrounded by water. She hurriedly (and crazily) lifted her head up from the water and coughed,the oxygen finally reaching her lungs.

She grabbed the towel and wrapped it around herself as soon as she stepped out.

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Her shoulder-length hair was left open,small water droplets which hasn't dried yet,fell on her arms. She pushed her hair back, sightly and looked at the moon. It had became a habit to stare at the moon at night. That very moment feels so awfully comfortable and relaxing.

She turned around, feeling cold because of the cold winds. She stared at her bed,not wanting to go and rest on it. She didn't want to see those scenes again. However,her sore legs dragged her to the bed and forced her body to lay down. Feeling the soft material interact with her body she sinked into the bed (due to the softness) and closed her eyes, witnessing a scene free night.

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