Draupadi knelt beside Anya, carefully dabbing a wet cloth over her scratches. Anya winced a little at the sting but then grinned up at Draupadi. "You're like, the ultimate girl boss," she said. "Helping me out even though I'm a total stranger. I feel like I've entered some sort of VIP club!"

Draupadi chuckled softly, "I am just doing what any woman would do Anya, But tell me, your clothes are quite unusual. Where are you from?"(draupadi is older than Anya )

Anya hesitated, remembering Nakul's comment about her possibly being "mentally ill." She wasn't about to mention she was from the *Kaliyuga*, where people wore jeans, watched reality TV, and lived on social media. "Oh, I'm from... um, far away," she replied, waving her hand vaguely. "I don't really remember how I got here. You know, memory loss and all that jazz."

Draupadi nodded thoughtfully, though she still looked a bit skeptical. "I see... it must have been a great journey."

Anya tried to steer the conversation away from her mysterious origins. "Totally! Anyway, loving this whole ancient vibe you've got going here! So rustic, so vintage!" She grinned, trying to seem as nonchalant as possible.

Meanwhile, as they settled down to eat, Kunti looked at Anya with a curious smile. "Your hair color... it is very different. I have never seen such a hue before," she said, eyeing Anya's blonde hair streaked with blue and pink dye.

Draupadi nodded in agreement, clearly fascinated. "Yes, Anya, it is unlike anything we have seen."

Anya beamed proudly, flipping her hair like a celebrity on the red carpet. "Oh, this? It's totally a family thing! Got it from my mother! It's called... uh, 'genetic fabulousness.' Ain't it gorgeous?" She gave them a dramatic wink.

Kunti smiled gently. "Yes, it is quite beautiful."

Draupadi added, "Indeed, it is unique. I have never seen such colors before."

Anya placed her hand dramatically on her heart and said, "Oh my gosh, I am feeling *so* overwhelmed right now, receiving compliments from two of the most stunning women I've ever seen. I might just faint from all this kindness!"

Both Kunti and Draupadi laughed, amused by Anya's theatrics.

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**Meanwhile, Outside the Hut: The Pandavas' Thoughts on Their Unusual Guest**

The Pandavas were outside, working around the hut, chopping wood and tending to their duties. But the topic of conversation kept drifting back to their strange new guest.

Nakul, leaning against a tree, couldn't help but say, "Her hair is... quite unique. I mean, she looks so different."

Bhima, while hefting a heavy log, added, "Yeah, she is so small! I'm surprised she didn't break in half during the crash."

Arjuna, always observant, was more thoughtful. "Hmm... there is something curious about her. I cannot quite place it."

Sahadev nodded, his brow furrowed. "She uses strange words. I have never heard 'dude' or 'chill' before."

Yudhishthir, always the voice of reason, offered his insight. "She is very lively and bubbly. Not quite like the shy or fierce women we have known. There is... a different spirit in her."

Bhima chuckled. "Different? That's one way to put it. Did you see the way she was eating? Like she had been starving for a year!"

Nakul laughed, "And the way she talks! I think she called me 'rude'... whatever that means. But she's amusing, I'll give her that."

Arjuna smiled, "Yes, she is amusing. I've never seen someone so comfortable around us so quickly."

Sahadev added, "Or so comfortable with... herself. She doesn't seem to be afraid or worried at all."

Yudhishthir nodded. "True, she sleeps without care. Almost as if she trusts us completely."

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**Back Inside the Hut**

When the Pandavas returned to the hut, they paused at the doorway, slightly stunned. Anya was curled up, fast asleep, her head resting comfortably on Kunti's lap. She looked completely at ease, as if she were sleeping on her own bed back home, rather than in a forest hut in ancient India.

Yudhishthir whispered to his brothers, "Look at her. She sleeps like she has no worries in the world."

Bhima chuckled softly, "She does not seem to fear anything... or anyone."

Draupadi, hearing them, whispered with a smile, "She asked me if I was a model... whatever that means."

Nakul snickered, "She asked me if I was mesmerized by her beauty! She's quite bold."

Arjuna smiled, "Bold, yes... and strangely fearless."

Anya stirred slightly in her sleep, mumbling, "Mmm... naan... extra butter, please... and maybe a side of samosas..." Her face was dreamy, and she sighed contentedly, hugging Kunti's leg like a child.

Kunti laughed softly, patting her head. "She is indeed a unique guest. But I think she will bring joy to this place... even if she is a little strange."

Draupadi nodded, "Yes, Mata, I agree. She is strange... but delightful."

Bhima, with a grin, added, "I wonder what more surprises she will bring us!"

Yudhishthir, still smiling, said, "Let us allow her to rest. We will have more questions for her in the morning."

As the Pandavas quietly settled down, they could still hear Anya muttering in her sleep, "More butter chicken... less turbulence... and a kpop dance number, please..."

The brothers exchanged amused glances, knowing that their lives had just gotten a whole lot more interesting with Anya around.