Years passed like days. Aanyati was not a teen girl anymore. She was a grown lady who knew what is right and wrong. Throughout the hard practice, a lady was born whose thoughts could challenge the devtas, whose sword could tore apart the strongest person alive.

The way she used to move with her sword, frightened every person alive. She had developed utter calmness and rigidness in her thoughts. Her eyes screamed power and about her face, Parshuram had no idea. He wondered if she had seen her own face in these years or not.

Aanyati had developed great relation with her brother Vasusena as well. He many times used to teach her archery and she in return used to teach him sword battle. Although both excelled in their own fields but they still tried to learn more. They even argued on many topics and at the end Aanyati used to get upset with him. Vasusena, in order to light her mood up used to bring mangoes from a trees or white jasmines which Aanyati loved.

One such conversation they had is still remembered by Parshuram -

" Jyestha, why do you want to be number one?" Questioned an innocent girl

" Oh my Anujayeti, this world is too cruel to respect anyone. The one who is at top is respected and I want that respect" answered Vasusena sternly

" But respect is in one's heart, it can't be gained by power, what we gain by power is respect out of fear" argued Aanyati " what is the need to be at number one, I am happy in being the best instead of being at top"

" Thats easy for you to say Anujayeti, but not for the one who had suffered his whole life just to gain some respect while following his passion. This world don't allow you to do so" answered Vasusena. His words carried the emotions he holded for years.

" Don't judge the whole world on the basis of some examples bhrata. There are people who respect your passion and you " said Aanyati" even girls are not allowed to carry weapons but here am I, learning yuddhkala from bhagwan Parshuram himself "

" You are lucky enough to find him Aanyati but destiny is not same for all " said Vasusena closing the topic

" But.." Aanyati tried to protest but was not acknowledged by Vasusena. At that moment she became angry with him, climbed a tree and sat on one of it's branch. Vasusena after sometime came to apologise but she didn't listen. So he went into the jungle and came with some jasmines after a while. It was after that, that Aanyati came down and talked to him.

" Putri Aanyati" said Parshuram to a lady practising sword battle all alone

" Pranipat gurudev" she said in her melodious tone

" It's the time for your final test. Today, I Parshuram challange you" he said holding a sword out of nowhere.

" A kshtrani can never reject the offer of battle gurudev" she said taking his blessings.

Soon a battle began, which one assumed to be friendly or playful but it wasn't. Instead it was a furious battle between a guru and his shisya. Both showed their valour equally. But a guru is guru. His students can never beat him. Parshuram immediately pushed Aanyati to ground but she stood up again and threw her sword in air. Parshuram turned his head up to see the sword and Aanyati took the opportunity to push him to ground, pulling the sword on him instantly.

She then bend down on her knees joining her hands and bowing her head down. Parshuram stood up and told her to do so.

" Your biggest strength is your brain putri, you are not bound in the overthinking one do. " said Parshuram blessing her

" Go putri, from now on you are free to go anywhere. Your training has ended today " Aanyati smiled on his words and touched his feet.

" Gurudev, my training can't end until I give you your guru dakshina " she protested

" Oh my putri, you truly are the purest soul. But I don't have any demand from you putri. In future I will think of it but today I have no wish putri " he said with calmness.

Aanyati bid him goodbye and went directly to her brother. A well built grown up handsome man was shooting arrows into the sky continuously. This is what her jyestha do when he is angry or upset.

" Jyestha" called Aanyati calmy

" What kind of destiny is this Anujayeti, I found my only sister here but never saw her face, neither know her real name" said Vasusena trying to hide his emotions.

"But you found a sister jyest. I found a brother and that's all what matters. Humans always demand for more, they never get satisfied with what they have and that's what cause their destruction" she said crying

" Are you trying to teach me Anujayeti" he asked

" No jyestha, I am no one to teach you. All I am trying to say is that destiny can't be this cruel to anyone. We surely will meet in future and I have something for you so that I can recognise you at that time " she smiled softly and handed him a small ring.

"Wait for me in the forest of your village Anujayeti, I will surely come to every forest of Aryavrat" he said

" But what will happen after my marriage. What if I married in a place where you had searched before" asked Aanyati

" You are not a princess to marry across a kingdom my dear, I will surely find you" smiled Vasusena and hugged her. She had a weak smile on her face hidden under that cloth and maybe Vasusena had too.

After bidding goodbye to her bhrata, Aanyati went on her way to panchal but to her surprise her father had already arranged a chariot for her.

" Pranipat Rajkumari, Maharaj had send us to bring you back" said a soldier.

" Hadn't he come " asked Aanyati

" He is busy there Rajkumari " informed the soldier.

" But I am here for you Vriti " came a feminine voice. She turned around to see the owner of that voice.

" Moti " a smile appeared on her face as she ran to hug her.

" Oh Vriti, you had grown up to be the most beautiful woman on this whole Aryavrat " said Moti smiling widely, gazing Aanyati's face

" Beautiful?" wondered Aanyati. In her whole traning, she never gave a damm about her looks, for her her sword was all that mattered but now she is a princess and this is what compliments sound like.

" Yes my dear, just look at you" smiled Moti.

" Leave this topic Moti, I just want to be in my pita shri's embrace as soon as possible" she said getting on the chariot along with Moti.

" I can't leave this topic Vriti. I am ordered to dress you like the princess of Panchal. If I took you like this, mata Swarnika will kill me" said Moti with an over dramatic expression.

" Oh Vishnu, from where did I found this actor" smiled Aanyati.

Moti dressed her in the royal attire with lots of jewellery but she wasn't happy.

" What happened Moti, why aren't you happy" asked Aanyati

" Vriti, these ornaments seem so dull in your charm. They have lost their charm against your face" said a worried Moti. Aanyati laughed. Is this how being beautiful feels like.

" They haven't lost their charm Moti. They have added to my charm " assured Aanyati

Soon they reached the boundary of Panchal. Aanyati came down from her chariot to walk the remaining distance. The whole Panchal was shining in colours. Every person Panchal had was present to welcome their princess. Unknowingly a tear escaped from Aanyati's eyes. She started walking but her charn paduka broke. She removed them and continued walking. To her surprise, people started throwing flowers on her way so that her feet don't hurt.

Aanyati was overwhelmed by all this. She wanted to hug every person of Panchal, tell them how much she missed them. But she couldn't because she is a Princess.

She could see people from different places as well. Their attire indicating they aren't from Panchal. Some having kalam and paper in their hands while some trying to paint her. Many were just lost in her beauty.

Soon she reached her palace and there stood her father.

" Pita shri" called Aanyati

" Putri" turned Drupad on her voice. She ran to him and melted in his embrace. She felt like she found her home. Drupad too was overwhelmed. His daughter, his draksha is back. How beautiful my daughter had become, he thought.

" Putri, there's a lot I want to talk about to you but you might be tired, come have some rest. " said Drupad smiling widely.