The afternoon sun cast a warm, golden hue over the palace gardens, where Meera had retreated for a brief respite. After several hours of intense sword practice, she welcomed the opportunity to relax amidst the blooming flowers and tranquil ambiance.

She found solace in a secluded pavilion adorned with fragrant vines and delicate lanterns. The soft rustling of leaves and the distant chirping of birds created a soothing backdrop as Meera settled onto a comfortable bench, her thoughts drifting in the calm of the garden.

Shivaan, having finished his own duties for the day, wandered into the garden with a casual elegance. He had noticed Meera's dedication to her training and wanted to check on her progress. As he approached the pavilion, he saw her sitting alone, lost in thought.

"Mind if I join you?" Shivaan asked, his voice gentle as he stepped into the shaded area.

Meera looked up and smiled. "Of course, Shivaan. I'm just taking a moment to enjoy the peace."

Shivaan took a seat beside her, his demeanor relaxed. "You've been working hard with your sword training. I thought you might appreciate a break."

"I do," Meera replied, stretching her legs and sighing contentedly. "It's been quite a day."

Shivaan observed her with a thoughtful expression. "You've made significant progress. I'm impressed by your dedication."

Meera blushed slightly at the compliment. "Thank you. It's challenging, but I'm enjoying it."

They sat in companionable silence for a few moments, the garden's serenity providing a welcome contrast to the intensity of the training grounds. Shivaan glanced over at Meera, a playful glint in his eyes.

"You know, I've been thinking," Shivaan began, a hint of mischief in his tone. "You've earned a special place here, and I believe you deserve a fitting nickname."

Meera raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "A nickname? What kind of nickname?"

Shivaan smiled, his gaze thoughtful. "Well, given your spirit and determination, I think 'Veerangana' suits you well."

"Veerangana?" Meera repeated, a puzzled expression on her face.

"Yes," Shivaan said, nodding. "It's a term used to describe a brave and valiant woman. It signifies strength and courage, qualities you've displayed in your training and journey."

Meera's eyes widened in surprise and delight. "That's a beautiful name. I'm honored."

Shivaan chuckled softly. "I'm glad you like it. It's a name that reflects not only your efforts but also the spirit you bring to this place."

Meera smiled, feeling a warmth in her chest at the thoughtful gesture. "Thank you, Shivaan. It means a lot to me."

Shivaan's expression softened, his gaze sincere. "You've brought a new energy to the palace, and it's only fitting that you have a name that reflects that."

They continued to talk, their conversation flowing easily as the afternoon sun began to dip toward the horizon. Meera shared more about her life and experiences, and Shivaan listened with genuine interest, his support evident in his attentive manner.

As the day drew to a close, Shivaan stood and extended a hand to Meera. "Shall we take a walk around the garden? The sunset is quite beautiful from the terrace."

Meera accepted his offer, rising from the bench and taking his hand. "I'd like that."

They walked together through the lush garden, the vibrant colors of the setting sun casting a warm glow over the landscape. The conversation between them continued to flow, filled with laughter and shared stories.

As they reached the terrace, overlooking the sprawling palace grounds, Meera looked out at the breathtaking view. The sky was painted with hues of orange and pink, and the serene beauty of the scene was a fitting backdrop for their moment of connection.

Shivaan glanced at Meera, his gaze filled with admiration. "Veerangana, I hope you continue to find strength and purpose in this new world. You have a remarkable spirit, and I believe you'll make a significant impact."

Meera smiled, feeling a deep sense of gratitude. "Thank you, Shivaan. Your support means more than you know."

With a final look at the sunset, Meera and Shivaan made their way back to the palace, the bond between them strengthened by their shared experiences and the new nickname that had become a symbol of Meera's place in this unfamiliar time.

As they parted ways for the evening, Meera felt a renewed sense of purpose and belonging. The journey ahead was still uncertain, but with Shivaan's friendship and the nickname that captured her spirit, she was ready to face whatever challenges lay in store.