The bustling streets of Meerut are illuminated by the sun in a warm glow. A woman in her early twenties, Shivani, gets off a bus determinedly. Her gaze sweeps the busy street, crowded with people going about their daily lives and vendors selling bright fruits and spices. She radiates focus despite the crowded environment. She holds up a little piece of paper with an address written on it.

[Hastinapur Pandav Qilla - located in Hastinapur, Meerut. Uttar Pradesh]

As she looked around, trying to find a rikshaw so that she could go the desired fort, but she couldn't find any. She saw a fruit seller and decided to ask him about the vehicles in Meerut. 

Shivani approached the fruit seller, who was busy arranging a vibrant array of apples and pomegranates. The seller, a middle-aged man with a warm smile, looked up as she approached.

"Excuse me," Shivani said, her voice carrying a hint of urgency. "Could you help me? I'm looking for a rikshaw to get to Hastinapur Pandav Qilla. Do you know where I might find one?"

The fruit seller wiped his hands on a cloth and nodded. "Ah, Hastinapur Pandav Qilla. You're in the right place, but finding a rikshaw might be a bit tricky during the day. There's a stand down the road, near the market entrance. You should find a few there."

Shivani's face brightened with relief. "Thank you so much. I really appreciate your help."

The fruit seller gave her a friendly nod. "No problem at all. And while you're here, why not grab some fresh fruit for the journey? We've got the best apples in town."

Shivani glanced at the array of fruits, her stomach rumbling slightly. "Maybe on the way back. For now, I should hurry to the rikshaw stand."

As she turned to leave, a young boy, possibly the fruit seller's son, dashed up to her with a small bag of fresh apples. "For you, madam. On the house. Have a good trip."

Shivani smiled gratefully, accepting the gift. "Thank you. I really appreciate it."

She headed down the street towards the market entrance. The sound of the bustling street faded slightly as she walked. The sun hung high, casting long shadows and creating a warm, golden hue over everything.

After a short walk, she spotted the rikshaw stand. Several rikshaws were lined up, and a driver was taking a break under the shade of a small awning.

Shivani approached him, "Excuse me," she said, holding up the piece of paper with the address. "Can you take me to Hastinapur Pandav Qilla?"

The driver looked at the address and nodded. "Yes, of course. It's not too far from here. Hop in, and we'll get you there."

Shivani climbed into the rikshaw, her heart racing with anticipation. As Shivani sat in the rikshaw, her thoughts focused on the fort, a young man abruptly hopped in beside her. He looked at her with a mix of apology and urgency.

"I'm really sorry about this," he said, his tone friendly yet slightly embarrassed. "I need to go to the fort as well. I asked around, and it seems none of the other rikshaws are willing to go there right now. I hope you don't mind."

Shivani's eyes widened in surprise. She hadn't expected to share her ride with a stranger, especially someone who seemed so casual about it. The young man appeared to be in his early twenties - same age as Shivani, with a neatly trimmed beard and a relaxed demeanor.

After a moment of hesitation, Shivani decided to go along with it. She nodded slowly, trying to stay calm. "Alright. I guess it's fine."

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