Dhaksha's pov

I heard the soft melodies of the flute and the gentle rhythm of the tabula. As I turned to look, I saw Brihanala with her children, joyfully immersed in their dance. It truly amazed me! To see a warrior embrace such grace and passion in their movements is a beautiful sight. He is a true master of this art.

"Well, Mister Dhakshan?" Someone called me out.
"It was the evil Kichak."
"What are you doing here?" I asked, turning towards him as I raised my sword.

"I'm not here to fight, Dhakshan. I'm here to speak with my dear son, Uttar," he replied with a confident smile directed at Uttar.
"Well—" I began to respond.

"I can't leave now, Mamashree. I'm in the middle of my training session," Uttar interjected firmly.
"Then I suppose it's important to respect your Mamashree and follow his wishes," I added with a hint of authority.

"You should be grateful that I even call you Mamashree. Don't expect anything more. I apologize!" He turned away dismissively.

"These two aren't on the best of terms."

"What do you need, Kichak? You've already interrupted our training session," I said, cutting straight to the point.
"I have a question for you," he smirked, clearly enjoying this.

"Make it quick. We have to get back to training," Uttar replied, maintaining his focus.
"Remember that conversation about women and power? You mentioned something about taking control. What's your take on that, Mr. Dhakshan?" he asked provocatively.

"He remembered?"
"This whole world knows about you Mamashree. The things you have done to women here. For thou sin you have escaped because of my Mata," Uttar said.
"There is nothing wrong with ruling the weaker section. How can that be a sin?" He sat on the bench, laughing confidently.

"What do you think is not sin? Tormenting women is not sin and forcing them is not sin? Treating them badly, worse than an animal is not a sin? Even animals are better than you. Who are you calling the weaker section, women? Do you think you can withstand the pain of pregnancy?" I shouted.

Everyone around us was frozen in place. My Aarya and the others stood there, their eyes fixed on us, while Uttar was motionless.

"Are you speaking as if you're a woman who's endured this pain?" he taunted.
"I fully empathize with their struggles and truly understand their feelings. Unlike you, who seems to treat people like they are beneath you, I hold deep respect for all women, just as I do for my mother. Every woman possesses a divine power that is inherently connected to motherhood, a power that no man should ever overshadow. It's time for you to recognize this and make a change!"

"What do you want from me? You want to kill me?" he asked.

"No one can change you. Don't you worry, my dear Kichak. Your fate shall not be ended by me. The one you thought you could rule because they are weak. It shall be the reason for your end. At that time you would scream like anything but no one shall hear your scream, run everywhere but no one shall help you and at last, you would plead for forgiveness but your fate shall never forgive you that time," I shouted.

"At that time, I shall hear you scream, watch you run and see you beg. My heart shall be fulfilled then," I whispered to him.
"Training session is over!" I said to Uttar and left from there.
I hurried to the garden, feeling a mix of emotions, and gently placed my turban down.
"Dhaksha...," I heard a soft voice call from behind me, filled with concern.
I clutched my turban in my hands, anxiety coursing through me.
"It's me, Dhaksha!" Aarya called out gently, stepping closer.

"Aiyanae," I breathed a sigh of relief and embraced him warmly.
"What happened back there?" he asked, concern etched on his face.
"That Kichak spoke so disrespectfully about us women. I couldn't hold back my feelings," I replied, my voice shaking slightly.
"It's alright, Dhaksha. Don't let his words get to you. People like him won't last forever in this universe," he reassured me, squeezing my hands reassuringly.

"Where are my precious sons? How are they?" I glanced around, searching for them desperately.
"You're not going to ask about me at all, huh?" he teased gently.

"What can I say? You look as stunning as ever, Brihanala!" I smiled, playfully pinching his cheek.
"Please don't touch a woman without her permission," he said, wrapping his shawl around himself playfully.

I chuckled at his reaction, feeling a lightness return to my heart.

"They've already headed to our meeting place. Come on, let's catch up with them!" he encouraged, laughter bubbling up again as we set off together.

We soon arrived at our destination.

"Mata!!," both my sons rushed toward me, their faces lighting up with joy.
"Virthik and Mirthik, I've missed you both so much," I said, wrapping my arms around them in a warm embrace.
"Mata, look! I think I've grown up. I'm taller than you now," Mirthik exclaimed, standing next to me and proudly checking his height.
"Come on, you silly boy! No one can grow taller in just two months," Virthik chimed in, shaking his head with a smile. "You're already taller than our Mata."
"But I'll never be taller than Bheem Tau," Mirthik said, pouting cutely.
"Who says that, my dear Mirthik? Sahadev, give me a hand," Nakul teased, grinning.

They both lifted Mirthik, making him stand taller than Bheem Na.

"I can't let that happen," Bheem protested, standing on his toes. "What will you do now, my dear brother?"

Bheem Na laughed heartily, his joy infectious. I looked at my family with gratitude; perfect eyesight, indeed! Thank you, Kanha Na, for blessing me with such a wonderful family.

"Wait, where is my Sakhi?" I suddenly interrupted, a note of concern creeping into my voice.
"Yeah, where is Panchali?" Nakul asked, letting Mirthik down gently.

"Mata is coming over there," Virthik pointed
When Panchali approached, I noticed how troubled and downcast she looked.

"Sakhi, what happened? You seem so upset and distant," I said softly, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.
"Dhaksha, the thing is..." she began, her voice trembling slightly.
"What is it?" Bheem Na asked, concern etched on his face.
"It's about Kichak. He's been staring at me in a way that makes me uncomfortable. Today, he walked so close to me, and he..." Her voice trailed off, filled with unease.
I felt a wave of empathy for her, wishing I could ease her worries and help her feel safe again.

"I can understand, Sakhi." I held her shoulder.
"Let me kill him," Bheem shouted.

"Don't worry, Bheem Na. Let's see how far he can push himself. If it goes too far, I have a plan. We can't just confront him directly; that would expose us and disrupt our Agyatvas," I explained gently.
I shared my plan with them, feeling a mix of hope and concern.

"That sounds perfect, Jyesthabhavikashree," Nakul responded with a warm smile.
"I truly hope he stays within his limits," I added, reflecting my worry.
"Dhaksha's ideas can be quite brilliant," Bheem laughed, lightening the mood.

"Just like a brother is to a sister," Kanha Na chimed in, keeping the atmosphere light.

"Hush! You weren't there when I needed you most. But when it comes to teasing or taking credit, you're ready to cross seven oceans," I teased him, still holding onto a hint of frustration.
"To see my sister, I would do even more," he replied sincerely.
"I'm really annoyed now, so don't change my mind," I said playfully.

"Dhaksha... Dhaksha, it's time to go," Draupadi gently shook me, bringing me back to the moment.
"You were lost in thought again," Bheem Na smirked, but I knew it was all in good fun.

"Brihanala thoughts," Nakul chuckled, trying to keep the mood light.
"Bheem Bhratta, Nakul, please," he replied, playfully struggling with his saree.
"I see you three are having quite the time with those costumes," I commented, adjusting Aarya's necklace.
"No, Mata Mirthik—" Mirthik started, but Virthik quickly closed his mouth, worried he'd spill something.
"What is it, my dear Putra?" I asked gently.
"Mata, Mirthik seems to be flirting with the girls in the palace while dressed like this, especially—" Virthik began, but Mirthik hurriedly shut his mouth again.
"Especially one girl in particular," Virthik continued with a hint of mischief.
"Okay, let's put a pause on that for now," Mirthik pouted, his cheeks a little flushed.

Everyone laughed softly, easing the moment.

"Don't worry, my dear Mirthik, you haven't done anything wrong," I reassured him with a smile. "Just remember, you can always blame your father."
As we continued our walk, Aarya approached me with a curious expression. "Blame on father? What do you mean, Dhaksha?"
"My dear brother, we all know a thing or two about your escapades. We've seen your antics in front of Dhaksha," Bheem called out from behind, teasing Aarya.

"What? What did I do?" he stammered, his voice rising in confusion.
"Bhratta, remember that yellow lehenga hide-and-seek game... the peacock... you had something special to say about—" Nakul began to remind him, but Aarya quickly covered his mouth.
"Something special about her eyes," Sahadev finished, a knowing smile on his face.
I felt a bit lost. "What are you all talking about? I don't understand, Devarah!" I turned to Sahadev for clarity.
"Nothing, nothing! Just keep walking," Aarya said quickly, a hint of panic in his tone.

I just smiled and continued walking with my sons

"Stop it," Aarya whispered playfully.
"I can still hear you, Aarya," I replied, keeping the mood light.
"Just like how Mirthik closed his brother's mouth, you did the same, so what's the difference?" Bheem shouted playfully.
We all burst into laughter.

"Good point!" Mirthik grinned, enjoying the moment.
"CAN EVERYONE JUST FOCUS ON WALKING?" Aarya exclaimed, though his frustration couldn't mask his grin.
"Okay, okay! Let's move on," I said, taking his hand as I fought back my laughter.

Our Agyatvas was nearing its completion, just a few weeks to go. I was teaching Uttar archery and felt a little awkward—it seemed he had figured out I was a woman. However, I realized he wasn't as difficult as I'd initially thought...

"I think you've got it down," I smiled at him.

"So does this mean you won't be my personal trainer any longer?" he asked, his voice betraying a hint of sadness.
"Let's see how things go for a few more weeks," I replied gently, wanting to reassure him.
"Since this period is coming to an end, how about we have a little spar?" he suggested with a playful glint in his eye.
"Fighting with you?" I asked, taken aback.
"No, I mean with swords," he clarified, pouting adorably.

I knew it would take every ounce of my effort to hold my ground. His skills with the sword were formidable.
"Ah, fine... umm," I stumbled over my words, feeling the weight of the challenge.

God, I didn't want to think about winning. I just hoped to stay safe. "Let's do this, Dhaksha!" I encouraged myself inwardly.

"So how about we add a little twist? If you win, I will do anything you ask. If I win, you must do whatever I say," he proposed, his mischievous smile returning.
I felt a little uneasy about what he might have in mind.

"Deal," I said, forcing a smile to keep up the banter.
"Alright then! Here's your sword, Guru," he said, handing me a sword with a twinkle in his eye.
To be continued....

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What shall happen to Kichak?

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