Bruised and with shaking legs Durmasen walked out of Pavilion and saw a fuming Laxman Kumar.

"You lost !!" Laxman Kumar was about to lunge at him but Vrishasen stops him.

"It's ok." Vrishasen said.

"No it's not ! This man didn't even win once !" Laxman Kumar yelled.

"I had told you it's impossible for you to defeat Trigun-putras." Ashwathama said coming towards them.

"You here ?" Durmasen asked.

"Yes, I have a match with a Mal of Magadh." Ashwathama said.

"Then go and fight. Don't be bothered by us." Laxman Kumar said. Ashwathama sighed.

"Take my advice, enjoy the festival or go back to Hastinapur. You won't be able to defeat them." Ashwathama said going to the pavilion.

"I swear if this was not the son of Dronacharya !!!" Laxman Kumar groaned.

On the other side Aryamani and Garima went to meet Biraj and Shalin outside the pavilion.

"Shalin !" Garima hits his back.

"Ouch ! You clumsy ! Grow up !" Shalin winced.

"Come on, if I grew up then the world would be less fun." Garima said.

"True that." Shalin said pinching her nose.

"By the way, spectacular show of wrestling." Garima said.

"Thank you." Biraj said.

"Rajkumar Biraj, I didn't expect you would defeat Rajkumar Durmasen so effortlessly. It was very enjoyable to watch you wrestle." Aryamani said.

"I'm glad that you enjoyed it Rajkumari." Biraj smiled.

"So what's the next event ?" Aryamani said.

"It's an event where the men put flowers in the hair of women, usually beloved." Biraj said.

"Its a fun event and since years Shalin decorates my hair with flowers, by the way did you pick the flowers for me ?" Garima asked.

"Not yet. Which flowers do you want ?" Shalin asked.

"How about lily and orchids ?" Garima asked.

"Sure, I'll pick those for you." Shalin smiled.

"I also want someone to put flowers in my hair." Aryamani said.

"I can ! I mean....if you want I can put flowers in your hair." Biraj said.

"I would love that." Aryamani smiled.

"Which flowers do you want ?" Biraj asked.

"I love roses." Aryamani said.

"I will pick best roses for you." Biraj muttered.

On the other side Nabhraj was with Vasundhara in the Pavilion watching Ashwathama crushing the Mals of Magadh, and suddenly he remembered the flower event that will take place today.

"Umm, Vasundhara ?" Nabhraj called.

"Yes ?" Vasundhara looked at him.

"What flowers do you like ?" He asked.

"W-Why ?" She asked confused.

"There is an event of men putting flowers in the hair of women, usually their beloved." Nabhraj said.

"And since we are pretending, you want to put flowers in my hair ?" Vasundhara asked.

"Only if you don't mind." Nabhraj said humbly.

"Anything you pick." Vasundhara smiled.

"Alright then." Nabhraj also smiled.

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OYE HOYE ! ANYTHING YOU PICK ? WAH !

Nabhraj be like - Mere rang mei rangne wali, pari ho ya ho pariyo ki rani ? Ya ho meri prem kahani ?

Me - Na woh Pariyo ki kaatil hai... Jitni pariyo ki nazar thi tum par unn sabki hatya kardi woh bhi blunt dagger se.

A JOKE -

*sighs* Some Cornbhakt say to show ke where is it written than Arjun was greater than Karn.

And I'm like - Mai puri Mahabharat ek comment section mei copy paste nahi kar sakti 😑😑😑