Nisha stirred, her eyelids fluttering as she slowly regained consciousness. The sharp smell of moist soil and the earthy scent of grass filled her nostrils, a stark contrast to the dust and chaos of the excavation site she had last remembered. As her vision cleared, she blinked rapidly, her heart pounding in confusion.

Gone were the familiar sights of ancient ruins and archeological survey site. Instead, she found herself lying on the soft bank of a beautiful pond, its waters glistening under the golden rays of the sun. Surrounding her was a lush expanse of grass, vibrant and dewy, stretching far till the end where stood large mountain ranges. Trees with wide, sheltering branches rustled gently in the breeze, their leaves whispering secrets she could not yet understand. The air was fragrant with the scent of wildflowers, and for a moment, Nisha wondered if she was still dreaming.

As she struggled to make sense of her surroundings, a sudden tremor beneath the earth snapped her out of her thoughts. The ground beneath her started shaking with the rhythmic pounding of hooves. Startled, she scrambled to her feet, her heart hammering in her chest. From the distance, she could hear the unmistakable sound of horses galloping, their hooves striking the earth with thier forceful and fast steps. The noise grew louder, closer, until it roared in her ears.

Without thinking, Nisha dropped to the ground, instinctively crawling towards a nearby cluster of bushes. She pushed herself deep into the foliage, her breath quick and shallow, her body tense with anxiety. Peering through the leaves, she watched as a procession of riders emerged from the tree line.

The sight was nothing short of extraordinary. Mounted on powerful horses were men dressed in silky traditional attire—dhoti-like garments adorned with intricate embroidery, shimmering jewels glinting in the sunlight. Their faces were stern, their posture straight, as they guided their steeds with practiced ease. In their midst, thier was a grand chariot rolled forward, its wheels creaking under the weight of the ornate carvings that decorated its sides. In the chariot there was a sage sitting with pride and confidence was in his eyes he was accompanied by 5 royal men who were serving him, they might be his disciples. The entire group exuded an air of royalty, as though they had stepped out of a time long past.

Nisha's breath caught in her throat as she watched, mesmerized and terrified in equal measure. Who were these people? And how had she ended up here, in this strange and beautiful place that seemed like something out of a forgotten era?

She remained hidden until the last of the riders had passed, the echo of their passage fading into the distance. Slowly, cautiously, she emerged from her hiding place. The ground beneath her feet still hummed with the energy of the recent activity, and her heart beat in time with the fading rhythm of hooves.

Determined to find answers, Nisha decided to follow the trail left by the riders. She moved quickly but quietly, the soft grass muffling her footsteps. As she walked, her mind raced with questions—questions that only deepened as the landscape around her began to change.

After what felt like an eternity, though in reality was only twenty or thirty minutes, she arrived at the edge of a vast open ground. The sight that greeted her took her breath away.

In the center of the field was a large gathering of people, their voices raised in excitement and joy. They cheered and shouted for the royal princess who were handsome and really tall, their enthusiasm palpable, as the royal procession she had followed made its way into the heart of the assembly. Banners fluttered in the breeze, and the sun cast a warm, golden hue over the entire scene, making it look like a grand festival.

Nisha stood at the periphery, her eyes wide, her mind struggling to process the scene before her about which she had no idea. "What's going on" she thought. Everything was new and unknown. Everything about this place—the people, their clothing, the very atmosphere—was unlike anything she had ever known. It was as though she had been transported to another world, another time, where the past was not just a memory but a living, breathing reality.

And she was a part of it, then she understood it might be the kaala pradarshan program going on in Hastinapur. To choose the next king for Hastinapur and she is in 1500 B.C.E .

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