Join our protagonist as she becomes the most vital part of dharmstapna.
Will she side with Kauravas or Pandavas?
Will she help Pandavas unite with their eldest?
Will she help in the unification of radha-krishna?
Will she fall in love and with whom...
In the heart of the mighty kingdom of Hastinapur, where tales of valor and epic battles were etched into the very soul of the land, a storm was brewing. It was a storm of destiny, one that would test the mettle of warriors and carve their names into the annals of history. The grand arena known as Kalapradarshan, with its towering walls and thunderous crowds, stood as a witness to the impending clash.
On one side of the arena, bathed in the resplendent Armour of Hastinapur, stood Mahamahim Bhisma, a name that sent shivers down the spines of those who knew the weight it carried. His eyes, like two steely orbs, scanned the horizon, his silver hair cascading like a waterfall down his back. He was a warrior of unmatched skill and wisdom, a living legend. Afterall he was the one who fought toe to toe with the great Bhagwan Parshuram... But is it really the truth?
Opposite him, a mysterious figure from the shadows. A masked warrior with known identity, her identity concealed behind the enigmatic visage. A warrior who held the power to shake Hastinapur to its core. A warrior who challenged the caste system. A warrior who was ready to fight the Great Gangaputra.
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At first glance, the warrior, Bhagi, appeared nonchalant, an air of tranquility surrounding her to the entire audience. But as the moment of battle drew near, her stance shifted, her demeaner transformed, and an aura of danger emanated from her being. It was an aura so potent that it sent tremors through the very souls of those present in Kalapradarshan. However, after an indication from her Gurubhrata , She concealed the aura.
The herald's trumpet echoed through the arena, a clarion call to the battle that was about to commence. The earth beneath their feet seemed to quiver in anticipation as Bhisma and Bhagi, moved toward each other. The crowd, their collective breath held in suspense, watched with bated breath.
As Bhisma and Bhagi closed the distance between them, the world seemed to shrink, and the grandstands blurred into obscurity. It was as if time itself had slowed, savouring every moment of the impending clash.
With a swift and powerful motion, Bhisma lunged forward, his spear aimed like a thunderbolt at Bhagi's heart. The very air crackled with intensity as the weapon sailed toward her. But Bhagi, like a phantom, moved with an otherworldly grace, dodged the attack effortlessly. Gasps of amazement rippled through the audience as they witnessed her supernatural agility.
Before Bhisma could regain his stance, Bhagi retaliated. Her own spear, dark and foreboding, struck with unerring precision. Bhisma staggered backward, a look of surprise crossing his battle-hardened features. It was a testament to Bhagi's prowess, her mastery of the deadly weapon.
Bhagi's initial movements were graceful and almost indifferent. She seemed to toy with Bhisma effortlessly, her every move a precise counter to his attacks. Her agility was mesmerizing, and her skill was unparalleled. Bhisma, a true titan of his time, although on attacking position found himself frustrated. The warrior in front of him was not at all moving from their place and were entirely defensive, striking only when they deemed fit. It was bhisma who was moving continuously around the warrior trying to get them to move from their place. Although it did appear that Bhisma had upper hand to most of the audience but the trained eyes in the arena knew that it was the masked warrior who was leading the deadly dance.
