{ in single quotation marks and italics font are exclusively Abhijishya's thoughts.

E.g 'where am I' thats Abhijishya thinking

The underlined text is for what Abhijishya doesn't understand.}

When Abhijishya slowly gained consciousness, she heard soft chatter of few people. She felt her body lying on a soft and comfortable mattress. She tried opening her eyes only to squint at the brightness of the room.

She tried to sit up with the help of her elbows when she felt a hand on her arm, gentle but firmly helping her sit up. Someone put a pillow behind her so she could sit comfortably.

Someone was murmuring softly beside her. She tried to make out what they were saying but gave up when all she heard was gibberish. The light chatter had stopped by then.

She slowly blinked her eyes open and focused on her surroundings.

She blinked and rubbed her eyes trying to clear her eyes.

Her jaw dropped. She was sitting on a huge luxurious bed. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling. There were huge vases with flowers. Everything was expensive. Four men were standing some distance away from the end of her bed next to a statue and looking at her expectantly.

'Is that... is that a bl**dy f*cking GOLD statue?!' she screeched inwardly.

The men were nicely build but one of them stood out. He was tall and muscular like those WWE players. Maybe even taller. They were wearing dhotis with some sort of long embroidered cloths intertwined in their arms. And also gold ornaments. Like a looot of gold. She gaped shamelessly.

Her focus shifted to the person beside her. The woman was dressed in off-white saree with a modest veil covering her head. Her neck adorned gold bead necklace. She had kind eyes and she was saying something.

Abhijishya now realised this woman was speaking a totally different language.

She tried to tell her that she didn't understand anything but her throat was dry and she choked.

She coughed a little and started heaving when the woman gently held a glass of water near her water. She drank gratefully almost choking again. She felt a hand rub her back and the glass was pulled away.

Now she could focus and find out where the hell she was and how the hell did she even end up here.

'Concentrate Jessy or these people will think you are deaf,' she berated herself.

She felt the lady beside her shaking her and from her tone she understood she was asking something. Her brain was still muddled so it was hard to even identify what language she was speaking in.

Now one of men wearing white dhoti was asking her something.

"I am sorry I don't understand," she said hoping against hope that they understood.

"Vyadji, what is wrong with her? Why is she speaking strangely?" Kunti asked the Rajvyad worriedly.

"Rajmata, I cannot say. She should have been completely fine except the few flesh wounds which are healing nicely," the Rajvyad said joining his hands.

This time she spoke in Hindi."Excuse me, where am I?" Abhijishya was starting to feel uneasy amidst such strange people.

Slowly it was catching up to her. The attack while she was going to Keya's house. Being choked and and... she couldn't remember anything after that. She was feeling itchy.

She saw leaves stuck to her left forearm with some sticky paste. She touched her neck and there were more leaves.

'What the hell!'

She tried removing the leaves when her hand was caught by the kind lady. She was again saying something she couldn't understand and she was already beginning to tire of this.

"I don't understand a word you are saying, aunty," she said tiredly rubbing her forehead.

Still the pieces of where she was were jumbling in her head. Either this was an elaborate prank or she was hallucinating or... no no she was definitely hallucinating.

"Mata, it seems that devi is speaking some other language. I think she can't understand what we are saying," Sahadev said with a slight frown. Part of him was very curious what was the language she was speaking in. Does that mean there are kingdoms with their own culture and language far away from Aryavart. Well it is a bit obvious that surely Aryavart alone couldn't be the only civilization in this vast world. But to get a chance to see and meet someone so different was truly exciting. But he also felt caution as she was an unknown element.

"Sahadev, you read various books all day. Why don't you try and see what she is trying to day," Arjun suggested.

"The scriptures and books are all written in Sanskrit Bhrata. Apart from that I know no other language. The entire Aryavart speaks Sanskrit Bhrata. Well except people of Magadh. They speaking Magadhi and Sanskrit," Sahadev said.

"Then what do we do?" Nakul asked.

"Wait, let me try," Bheem said and walked closer to the devi.

Abhijishya was being manhandled by another woman who trying to change those leaves. She felt too tired to even care. First she really needed to find out where she was. These people had most certainly changed her clothes. So her comfy clothes were gone and she was wrapped up in cloth. Because this wasn't even a saree.

She look forward when the WWE man stood her the edge of her bed and cleared his throat.

He said something and she could make out somthing like naman. He repeated again.

'Oh

Oh

Name

He is asking my name' finally she understood something.

"Abhijishya," she replied. 'best to keep it simple.'

The man visibly lit up in joy and proclaimed loudly,"Did you see that Sahadev? I made her understand what I was asking."

"Bhratashree, she probably didn't understand anything. So she just said her name because it is obvious that anyone introduces themselves first," Nakul said rolling his eyes.

Kunti smiled while Arjun and Sahadev chuckled.

Kunti said," Putra, ask her if she is alright...and if anything hurts...and if she needs something"

Abhijishya felt like she was missing something. She carefully focused on what they were saying. The language felt familiar. Like she had heard it somewhere.

"Abhijishya devi, are you alright? Do you need something? " Bheem said slowly.

'Huh devi?' Once again she understood nothing. So she simple said,"Don't understand."

'Are they... are they speaking Sanskrit.. ?! It surely does sound like the mantras she had heard.'

"She can't understand you, Bhrata Bheem," Nakul said.

'Okay.. okay.. so they are speaking Sanskrit or some older cousin of Sanskrit. I can work with that. You got this Jess. You can do this. So that means I can try speaking Hindi to them. First need to find who they are. Here goes nothing.'

Abhijishya cleared her throat to grab attention.

The men and the lady looked at her.

She pointed at each of them with her index finger because rudeness can go to hell. She needs to KNOW who the hell they are.

"Nam?" she asked.

The man wearing white dhoti seemed to understand that it was best if they just spoke to Abhijishya devi in a few simple words.

So he stepped beside WWE man and joined his hands.

"Pranam" he said.

Abhijishya awkwardly returned the greeting making eye contact with of them. The others echoed their brother's greeting while Kunti raised her hand and blessed her.

White-dhoti-man gestured towards WWE man and said,"Pandavputra Bhratashree Bheem."

Abhijishya eyes widened. She managed a strained smile.

"Bheem," she repeated and nodded her head.

White-dhoti-man beckoned the two men standing at the back. He then put his right hand on a very handsome man and said,"Pandavputra anuj Nakul"

"Nakul"she managed another strained smile.

White-dhoti-man patted the shoulder of the man to his left and said," Pandavputra kanisth Sahadev."

"Sahadev" she said feeling faint.

He then pointed at himself and said," Pandavputra Arjun" he gestured towards whom Jessy's hysterical brain only could imagine to be Kunti and said," Mata Kunti."

Abhijishya's face had lost colour completely. She whispered," Mata Kunti." Her hands were shaking at the very implication if this situation is what she thinks it is.

'Shit. Shit. Shit. F*cking hell. F*ck. No no no no no... a dream .. must be a dream. I am dreaming. I am dreaming. Yes yes that must be it. Okay okay right. I am fine. I am fine.' She chanted in head trying to stay calm.

Abhijishya spoke in a strangled voice, "Arjun. Where am I?"

Arjun stared at her in confusion. He looked at his brothers for help only to find them looking equally confused.

Abhijishya tried again.

"Sthan?" She frantically gestered to the room.

"Bhrata I think she is asking where she is," Sahadev suggested.

"Hastinapur," said Arjun with a smile.

"Shit," Abhijishya mumbled.

'Hastinapur? What the hell?! Pandav.... how how how... that means my family and friends... no no no this cannot happen. This is not possible,'

Her breaths started coming shorter. She yearned to run out of this place. Wake up from this stupid dream.

'Phone... phone... where is my phone'

She threw open her covers and looked around frantically for her phone. It was nowhere. That means she had dropped it on the street.

'Shit. Okay need to wake up.'

She gripped her injured forearm hard only to hiss in pain. Blood trickled down her wrist. She ignored the voices surrounding her. All rational thought left her mind.

She needed out now. The walls seemed to be closing in. She stood on her shaky legs and ran to the door ignoring the loud protests.

She slammed into someone and stumbled. A hand steadied her. It was another prince. Most possibly Yudhisthir. Beside him stood a woman who had her eyes covered in a strip of cloth.

She backed up to the wall looking for possible escape routes. Her heart was beating faster. The princes were edging closer. Everyone was speaking all together. Everything was too loud. Too much.

Her vision was greying around the edges. The air seemed to have been sucked out of her.

Her knees buckled and she slid down on the floor like a puppet whose strings has been cut. She gave into the darkness hoping she would be back home to her Maa when she wakes up later.

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