The mighty Swayamvar began in the royal palace of Dwaraka. The participants got up one by one to show their valour by cutting all the 4 arrows without using a divyastra, but they all were failing miserably. Almost everyone was able to cut the 1st arrow, some were able to cut the 2nd arrow as well, but none of them reached anywhere near the 3rd arrow.

Time passed, and with time raced Atmika's heart. She looked more nervous than the participants themselves. And it was soon time for Jin to show his capabilities. Atmika clutched the hands of her warrior sister tightly in nervousness, who, in turn patted her hand softly, as if to assure her that nothing will go wrong.

Jin, on the other hand, got up confidently and picked up a dagger. Reaching the centre of the hall, he threw the dagger with precise calculations of angles and inertia, in such a way that it cut all the four arrows present in all four directions smoothly. Atmika's happiness knew no bounds, after seeing this. The girls were also happy, and so were the boys.

Atmika, then, stood up and went towards the court, holding the garland. She was surrounded by her sakhiya'n, who were singing mangal gaan in their melodious voices. She reached the centre of the hall, and garlanded Jin, accepting him as her husband. Flowers were showered on the would be couple, who were looking enticingly beautiful together. 

But among all this, everyone failed to notice the lovely smile present on the ever so charming face of Satyajit. He sacrificed his own happiness, for her happiness. Oh, the beauty of love!
Whether it's the love of Satyajit, which made him teach the tactics he learned from his Guru Parshuram to Seokjin, so that he could win the swayamvar. Or whether it was the love of Seokjin that made him practice hard enough to master those tough tactics within the time span of 2 days. Or whether it's the love of Atmika, that her every prayer was first for Seokjin and then for herself. Love, in all its forms, is so endearing, so beautiful. Love, is indeed, so lovely.

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On the other hand, in a holy hermitage, near the banks of Ganga, a yagya was taking place. As per the wishes of Drupad, the yagya was organized, for the birth of a son, who would kill the mighty Drona. Offerings were made to the sacrificial fire, and soon, it was the time for uniting of the king and the queen, but the queen's face was anointed with divine scents, and hence, she asked them to wait for some time. But since the sacred yagya couldn't be stopped, the Bramharishi poured the sanctified sacrificial offerings into the fire.

Then a youth who resembled a god arose from the flames. Hiscomplexion was like the fire and his form was terrible. He wore a crownon his head and his body was encased in excellent armour. He had a swordin his hand and a bow and arrows and he let out many loud roars. All the Panchalas were delighted seeing him.

 "Dhanya!", said a voice from the skies. "Iss Rajkumar ka janm Drona ke vadh hetu huaa hai. Ye Panchal ki prasiddhi badhayega, aur Panchal Naresh ke dukh ko door karega", the voice continued.

The fire from the yagya once again rose high, and a young maiden arose from the centreof the altar.

 She was blessed with good fortune and was known as Panchali.She was beautiful and her waist was shaped like an altar. She was dark in compleion and her eyes were like the petals of lotuses. Her hair was dark blue and curled.She was truly a goddess born in human form. The sweet fragrance of bluelotuses emanated from her body, a full 2 miles away. Her form andsupreme beauty were such that she had no equal on earth. "Striyo'n mein shreshth! Shyamvarna ki ye sundari kshatriyo'n ke vinash ka kaaran banegi. Samay aane par, ye devtaao'n ka karya siddh karegi. Isse kshatriyo'n mein bhay utpanna hoga.", announced a voice from the skies.

Hearing this, all the Panchalas roared like a prideof lions. The earth was unable to bear their great joy.

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Meanwhile, In Dwaraka, the swayamvar of the second princess is about to begun. The warrior princess took her place at the centre of the swayamvar. Bowing once again to the elders, she seeked their blessings, and the swayamvar started.

The participants came one by one, and Shivali fought bravely. She was able to defeat many of them, and had also gained some new wounds. As time was passing, she was also getting tired, and was wondering couldn't she have chosen something which is not tiring. But since there was no going back now, she shrugged her thoughts aside, and brought her focus back to the sword.

It was Krishiv's turn now. So, he reached the center and greeted Shivali. She reciprocated, and the fight begun. Being a warrior himself, he knew that Shivali was tired. So, he started easy. But, it didn't took long for the duel to turn fierce, as both of them were great fighters. The fight lasted for an hour, but eventually, Shivali won by successfully taking the sword out of his hand. 

And now was the turn of Suga. Shivali clutched her sword. She had to fight with him. Controlling herself and her emotions, she returned his greetings, and the duel stared. The fight lasted 1 hour and 23 minutes, with Suga's win. Shivali smiled. The girls brought the garland, and she garlanded him. Flowers were showered by the audience, and everyone cheered the warrior couple. Suga smiled seeing her. He was happy that he was her's now. She was happy because she was his' now.

Congratulations !!! Two weddings are about to take place, and the fire borns have also arrived.✨✨

Isii khushi mein aap log chaahei'n toh mujhe party de sakte hain.✨

Btw...

Kya Jin bhaiya! IJK ka matlab puchhne ki kya zarurat thi.

LOL🤣🤣