When Anya regained consciousness, she felt a sharp sting on her arms and legs. "Ow, what the-?" she mumbled, noticing a few scratches and scrapes. Nothing serious, but enough to make her wince. She looked around and found herself lying on the soft grass in a dense forest. The trees around her were enormous, their trunks wider than anything she'd ever seen, with leaves so thick they blocked out most of the light.

"This is definitely not an airport," she muttered, slowly sitting up and rubbing her sore arms. She glanced down and saw a small cut on her knee. "Great, just great," she sighed, wincing as she poked at it. "A crash landing *and* I get an injury. Could this day get any weirder?"

Then, she heard soft whispers around her. Anya squinted through the trees, trying to make out the source of the voices. Slowly, she pushed herself to her feet, brushing off bits of dirt and leaves clinging to her clothes. She turned her head and blinked as a deep voice rang out, "Devi, are you okay?"

Anya's eyes widened as she saw five men standing a few feet away. They were all tall, muscular, and incredibly handsome, like they had just walked out of a magazine. But what really caught her attention was their attire-traditional dhotis and uttariyas draped over their broad shoulders, giving them a very ancient, regal look. She stared at them, trying to comprehend if she had hit her head harder than she thought.

She couldn't help but notice how well-built they were, and, without realizing it, she kept staring. The men started shifting awkwardly, clearing their throats. One of them, with a gentle face and dark hair, coughed and asked, "Devi, where are you from, and how did you come here?"

Anya nervously laughed, trying to ignore the dull pain in her leg. "Uh, chill, dude! My plane crash-landed, and I somehow ended up here. No biggie!" She waved her hand dismissively, trying to keep it casual despite the situation. Then she grinned, "By the way, what's with all this 'Devi' stuff? Were you mesmerized by my beauty? Hehe. And seriously, what's with this language? Are you guys doing some kind of period drama?"

Suddenly, she realized she could understand everything they were saying, even though it sounded like an ancient tongue. "Whoa, wait a minute-since when do I speak fluent... whatever this is?" she exclaimed. "I must be a genius! I should tell my parents... Oh, right, no network!" She pulled out her phone, only to find no signal bars.

One of the men, with fair skin and a calm demeanor, replied, "It is Sanskrit. And what is... 'dude'?"

Anya blinked. "Sanskrit? You mean the ancient language?! Like, from forever ago?" She glanced at her phone again, groaning, "Oh great, no network here either. Of course, why would there be?"

Another man, with a gentle expression, asked, "Devi, what is this 'network' you speak of?"

Anya sighed dramatically. "Umm... you know, a network? For my phone? To call people? Like, hello, civilization?"

The men, clearly Brahmins by their attire, looked even more confused. Just then, a soft, gentle voice called from behind them, "Arya, dinner is ready."

Anya turned around and saw a woman emerging from a nearby hut-a hut she hadn't noticed before. The woman had a slim yet curvy figure, her skin glowing like golden honey in the sunlight. She wore a beautiful sari that clung to her form, with long, dark hair flowing gracefully down her back. Her large, expressive eyes seemed to hold a universe of emotions.

Anya's jaw dropped. "Holy cow, she is so beautiful!" she whispered. Ignoring the scratches on her body, she scrambled up and rushed toward the woman. "Oh my gosh, are you a model? Or an actress? Can I please have your autograph?!" she blurted out, eyes wide with excitement. "By the way, I'm Anya!"

The woman smiled warmly and replied, "I am Draupadi."

Anya gasped, her eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets. "Wait, what? Draupadi? As in *the* Draupadi from the *Mahabharat*?"

Draupadi looked puzzled. "I... am Draupadi," she repeated, now eyeing Anya with curiosity and concern.

Before Anya could ask more questions, another voice, firm but kind, came from the same direction. An older woman dressed in simple white garments appeared, her presence calm yet authoritative. Anya thought, "Okay, seriously, where are all these beautiful people coming from? Is there a hidden camera somewhere?"

The older woman asked, "What is happening, Yudhishthir?"

The man with fair skin responded, "Nothing, Mata. We are just asking this Devi some questions. She seems lost... and perhaps a little injured."

Suddenly, another voice chimed in, more amused than concerned. "And possibly mentally ill, too."

"Nakul!" Yudhishthir scolded his brother, sending him a stern look.

Anya's eyes darted between them, her mind racing. "Wait... Yudhishthir? Nakul?!" She looked at the others and started counting, connecting the dots quickly. "Oh my gosh, no way. I know who you are! You're the Pandavas!"

A dark-skinned man with fierce eyes nodded. "Yes, Devi, we are in Panchal."

Anya's knees gave way, and she collapsed dramatically to the ground. "No, no, no! I wanted to go abroad, not travel back to the Dwapar Yuga!" she exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air.

Bhima, the largest of the men, stepped forward with concern. "Devi, you seem... distressed. Please, sit. You must rest and recover from your injuries."

Anya looked up at him, still in shock. "Distressed? You think?! I just crash-landed into a mythical epic! What is this, some reality show prank? Did someone spike my drink? Is there a director hiding in the bushes?"

Draupadi leaned over to Yudhishthir and whispered, "She is quite... unusual."

Anya overheard and quickly said, "Unusual? That's an understatement! I'm just trying to figure out how I went from a plane to ancient India! I mean, come on, guys, throw me a bone here!"

Kunti, the elderly woman, smiled gently. "Child, you are clearly confused. Come, rest with us, and we shall help you make sense of your... plane crash and network."

Anya sighed deeply, feeling the scratches sting again. "Okay, okay, let's calm down," she muttered to herself. "I'm actually here, talking to Yudhishthir, Bhima, Nakul... and Draupadi?! This is the Dwapar Yuga?!" She slapped her forehead again. "Nope, still not waking up. Guess this isn't a dream."

The Pandavas continued to watch her, some with concern, others with amusement. Bhima stepped forward and said kindly, "Devi, let us help you. You need to clean those wounds."

Anya raised her hand, still overwhelmed. "Fine, fine, I'll deal with my injuries later. But first, where's the food? I heard 'dinner,' and after everything I've been through, I could use some comfort food. Is there any naan or butter paneer in the Dwapar Yuga?"

The brothers exchanged glances, still confused, but amused. "We have rice and dal," Yudhishthir offered politely.

Anya grinned, "Good enough. Lead the way, guys! Maybe this day isn't so bad after all!"