After twenty years:

A young woman was walking across the market, buying groceries as she went on bargaining with the shopkeepers.

Her brown hair flew with the wind, appearing golden while her full pink lips were being bitten by her teeth as she contemplated what to buy. Her brown eyes would scan all the things and her straight nose was sharp enough to cut paper.

She didn't like to bargain. These people however knew that people would bargain so they increased the price before telling the customers. If she would just buy everything without bargaining, she would be losing hundreds of bucks every month. So, she had no choice. She had to bargain.

From the corner of her eyes, she saw these three men. They kept looking at her. Fiddling with her bangle, the woman in the blue salwar kameez and dupatta stopped bargaining and started walking briskly away from them.

Salwar kameez is an Indian dress which would have a set of loose upper and lower garments along with a thin shawl like clothing to cover the cleavage, shoulders and sometimes head.

Despite her blue outfit, a red crescent moon bindi adorned the space between her eyebrows. Every step of hers would be melodious as her anklets would tinkle. She would be fiddling with her bangle, the bangle which was gifted to her by her mother. Her open hair would reach below her waist as they would move with her every step too.

The men followed behind her, maintaining a distance as she entered a deserted alley. Hearing footsteps nearing her, she turned around, coming across three men looking at her lustfully.

One of the men said, "Why are you fiddling with your bangle? It looks good on your wrist."

She raised her head, her body trembling as she tried to step back. The man walked briskly towards her as he declared, "First turn will be mine. Then the rest can have her."

She jumped and turned behind, leaving the grocery bag and full on running. Tears threatened to run down her cheeks as her nose started getting red. She could hear the men behind her as the first man took hold of her wrist with the bangle, turning her around.

She stumbled and turned around, tears running down her cheeks. He looked at her bruised wrist which was turning blue and said admirably, "Such a fragile girl. You must be your father's Princess. Too bad you wouldn't be pure anymore but you do have a killer wrist."

She looked at him, more tears running down her cheeks as she asked, "Do you want to see how much of a killer it can be?"

The man was instantly mesmerized. Her looks were out of the world but her voice, it was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. He immediately nodded, without even registering what she had asked.

With a flick of her wrist, the sharp outer edge of the bangle cut across his knuckles, making his hand bleed as his hands loosened. Taking her hand out of his hold, she looked up, her eyes looking like fire. The tears were not of helplessness but of anger.

Taking off the bangle, she rotated it on her finger like it was a circular blade, like it was Sri Vishnu's discus itself, like it was Sudarshana itself.

The man stepped behind, his eyes wide. The woman smiled, a mesmerizing smile, as the two other men kept looking at her with wide eyes. It had taken her years to gain mastery over using a discus as a weapon.

Holding his wrist, she turned him around, making his back face her as she kept the sharp edge of the bangle on his throat, the two men freezing. They all had knives, yes but the beauty of the woman in front of them had left all their minds hazed. If they would try something, she would be alert anyways. Thankfully, it was difficult in India to have guns so even the goons would have to make do with knives or sometimes swords.

Mahamaya asked angrily, "Did you think that if a woman is beautiful, she can't protect herself? Did you think that just because a woman seems weak, you get the right to put your hands on her? No, if you were a real man, you wouldn't have done it. Did you think that you could just touch any woman in Sri Rama's (seventh incarnation of Sri Vishnu, the preserver deity) India? Did you think that you could touch any woman in Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj's (the king I talked about in the last chapter) Maharashtra and get away with no consequences? This is a country where the biggest wars happened because women were disrespected. Did you think that I'm a Cinderella who will need a Prince to come save her? No, I'm Mohini. COME OUT," she shouted the last part loudly, making everyone of them come out of their dazed states and look around, panicked.

They kept looking around, still dazed as police officers came and arrested the men.

"Thank you for helping us catch the market's goons. Other times, they would just get lost in the crowd and run off. You led them here and made our work a lot easier," the inspector said, smiling.

She gave off a beautiful smile as she assured, "Oh, no worries at all. I volunteer for it after all."

The inspector chuckled as he muttered, "Yeah, that you do. Thank you again. You have helped us catch many goons who keep collecting lots of money from the shopkeepers, calling them 'security tax'."

She grinned, her dimples appearing, "Of course I had to. It is my Dharma (duty) towards my country and my fellow people. Anyways, I have to go. My shift is about to start."

He nodded, "Of course. I know I don't need to say this but be safe on the way and thank you once again."

Mahamaya smiled to him and wore her bangle, took the grocery bag and walked to the main road, taking the bus. Thankfully, she reached there before the bus could leave. However, the bus was full so she had to keep standing. She felt good doing this, using her free time to help the police.

She descended the bus and then got to her hospital. Removing her sandals, she wore another pair of flipflops reserved just for the hospital for sanitation purposes. Nodding to the receptionist as a hello, she went inside her cabin, keeping her bags aside and quickly using her comb to braid her hair. Her hair were super straight so it was easy. Lastly, she used another rubber band to tie the braid in a bun and covered it with her net bouffant. After she was done, she made sure that no hair was on the floor, again for the sanitation purposes.

A nurse entered her cabin and greeted her, "Good morning, Dr. Patil. Should I let the first patient in?"

The young doctor smiled gracefully and replied, "Yes, I'm ready. Go on and send them in one by one."

The nurse nodded and left the cabin as the patient entered and her day went on like usual.

A/N:
Sudarshan chakra was gifted to Sri Vishnu, the preserver deity by Shiva, the destroyer deity and all incarnations of Sri Vishnu, the preserver deity can use it after getting trained to use divine weapons. However, it is mostly associated more with Sri Krishna, eighth or the ninth incarnation of Sri Vishnu, the preserver deity because only he had to use it. You keep the discus around your index finger a rotate it, before letting it go to the target. For the Sudarshan chakra of Sri Krishna, it would hit the person and come back again to him.

https://youtu.be/rpDPB8Uazko

Song written by Ravana. Ravana was later killed by Sri Rama, seventh incarnation of Sri Vishnu, the preserver deity.

How I imagine her to be: Aishwarya Rai Bachchan