As the first light of dawn lingered on the horizon, the Yamuna River surged forth with a wild, untamed energy. The cold air was charged with anticipation, and the water roared like a ferocious beast, its powerful currents crashing against the banks. Mist rose from the river's surface, swirling like ethereal dancers in the dim light, as if the spirit of the river was awakening from a deep slumber.

The icy waters flowed with a relentless determination, racing towards the merging of earth and sky. Each wave lapped against the stones, creating a symphony of sound that echoed through the quiet of the early morning. Each wave seemed to thunder a challenge, a reminder of nature's raw power.

Dronacharya stood resolute beside Arjun, his silhouette outlined against the dim light. The chill of the morning enveloped them, but Dron’s presence radiated a warmth borne of purpose. Arjun, his brow furrowed in curiosity, glanced from the tumultuous river to his guru.

"Hum iss samaye yaha kyu aaye hai acharya ?" He asked, his voice barely audible over the river's cacophony.

The master’s gaze remained fixed on the flowing waters, an enigmatic smile tugging at his lips. "Ek naveen adhyaye sikhne."

Arjun’s heart raced; this was the moment he lived for. But Dron’s next words sent a shiver deeper than the cold river through Arjun’s bones. "Jaao Nadi ke bich khade ho jaao."

Arjun’s excitement faltered, and his face fell. The river roared like a hungry lion, and the icy wind nipped at his ears, making them feel as if they were about to fall off. He hesitated, glancing at the roaring Yamuna, then at his Guru. But alas, Dron’s gaze was unwavering.

With a moment’s hesitation, Arjun steeled himself, gripping his bow tightly in one hand while the quiver, brimming with arrows, felt heavy against his back. The roar of the river was almost deafening, a reminder of nature's relentless energy, as if mocking his trepidation. He took a deep breath, the chill stinging his lungs, and stepped forward.

The instant his feet made contact, shockwaves of cold surged through him, the water clawing at his ankles with relentless ferocity. Each step deeper felt like a slow descent into despair, as frigid currents swirled around him, threatening to pull him under. As he waded farther, the water swelled against his legs, relentless and unforgiving.

His muscles screamed in protest, the cold tightening around his legs like iron bands. With every surge, the water threatened to sweep him away, pulling at his quiver and bow, making them feel like anchors dragging him under. The chill seeped into his bones, threatening to numb his resolve as he fought to remain upright, his breath coming in sharp gasps amidst the turbulence.

He was overwhelmed by the sheer force of the river, each wave a reminder of his vulnerability. Pain shot through his limbs, a torturous reminder of the depths he must conquer. With a desperate resolve, he lowered the bow, letting it rest momentarily on the riverbed, the freezing water swirling around it. Steadying himself, Arjun focused, grounding his feet against the relentless pull of the river. He dug his toes into the muck beneath, fighting against the icy fingers that sought to drag him under.

Turning to Dronacharya, Arjun's heart raced, a mixture of anticipation and dread swirling within him.

"Aagya acharya..." Arjun’s voice trembled.

Dron pointed at a distant tree, its few remaining leaves quivering in the dawn breeze. "Teer maarke unn patto ko girana hai."

The challenge loomed like a mountain; the frigid water was a punishing reminder of his discomfort. But the flicker of determination ignited within him. He grasped his bow, fingers trembling not just from the cold but from the weight of expectation. Heart racing, Arjun aimed at the target, but each time he drew back the arrow, the current would jerk him sideways, throwing off his aim. The cold water numbed his fingers, making it difficult to grip the bowstring. He missed again and again, the arrows splashing helplessly into the river, while the biting wind howled around him.

Frustration bubbled within him as he grunted, trying to find his footing.

"Dhairya aur shaanti rakho Arjun." Dron urged, his tone a mix of encouragement and challenge.

Summoning every ounce of his willpower, Arjun gritted his teeth. He grounded himself, straightening his spine against the battering waves. The cold was torturous, sapping his strength, yet he fought against it. His next shot flew true, striking the leaves with a satisfying thwack.

A small smile tugged at Dron’s lips, pride mingling with the cold air. Arjun's determination was like a flame amidst the frost. He shot again and again, each arrow an act of defiance against both the river and his own limitations. One by one, he shot the remaining leaves, each arrow finding its mark with precision. As the last leaf drifted down, a wide grin spread across Arjun's face, a mix of surprise and elation.

"Maine kar diya Guruvar !" He exclaimed, turning to Dron, his heart racing with excitement.

"Ati-uttam Arjun." Dron’s smile was warm, yet his eyes sparkled with challenge. "Ab ek paer par khade hoke karo."

Arjun's grin wavered, disbelief dawning on his face. One leg? The very idea seemed absurd! He glanced down at the river, then back at Dron, as if trying to calculate the feasibility of such a feat. With a resigned sigh that echoed the river's roar, he lifted one leg cautiously, teetering like a newborn deer. The icy water lapped aggressively at his knees, mocking him as he swayed precariously.

Each wave sought to unseat him, the biting cold numbing his leg as he fought to remain upright. His body trembled, the strain pulling at his core, threatening to topple him into the depths. Arjun closed his eyes, channeling every ounce of willpower within him. His heart raced, pulses of pain shooting through his leg, but he refused to yield.

Dron observed, his heart heavy yet resolute, understanding that true warriors are forged in adversity. Arjun's brow furrowed, gritting his teeth against the pain coursing through his limbs. The icy water gnawed at his resolve, but he clenched his jaw, fighting through the agony.

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Aise thodi koi Arjun ban sakta hai 🤌🏻