Rani Sa

4. ʀᴀᴊᴀᴡᴀᴛ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀꜱ

When Ekansh left Adhiraj's room, he came on terrace to calm himself as he was feeling very angry and suffocated and he didn't want to show his anger in front of his family. It was not the first time he was getting so much angry but yeah it was always difficult for him to calm down his anger when it's on the Shekhawats. 

He came on the terrace and stand near the railing, letting the pleasant breeze calm his mind and make him feel peaceful. Suddenly he heard a sound as if some metallic objects were hitting each other. Suddenly his expressions changed and he got a sparkle of happiness in his eyes which were emotionless a second ago. He smiled warmly as if it was a familiar sound for him.

He started moving towards the other side of terrace which was covered with a canopy. Two girls or better say two WOMEN were having a sword fight but it wasn't like combat. They both were wearing a saree of saffron color in Chatrani style. Determination to win was clearly visible on their faces. No one was willing to give any chance to her opponent to win. They were fighting fearlessly and in a disciplined way without any cheating.

Those two warriors were practising sword fight and were so focused that they didn't even notice the 26 year old young man looking at them lovingly and proudly. Suddenly one of the girl flipped her sword which resulted her opponent to drop her sword mistakenly. Taking the advantage of the situation the tricky girl pointed the end of her sword on the neck of her opponent and asserted dramatically with a smirk of victory and assurance on her face  "Look, once again, didn't I told you that winning over your guru is not an easy nut to crack, Miss Dhriti Rajawat." Saying this she extended her hand signaling her student or better say her younger sister Dhriti to hold it and stand up.

"It's not a big deal Jija (elder sister), haven't you heard KARAT KARAT ABHYAS KE JADMATI HOT SUJAN, RASRI AWAT JAAT TE SIL PAR PARAT NISHAN (practise turns a fool into a wise as a running rope makes it's a mark on a stone tablet) ? I'll practise more harder next time and mark my words that I'll win over you and you'll yourself proudly give me the title of 'ACHUK YODHA' (Infallible Warrior)"  Dhriti exclaimed pridefully. Her determined expressions were enough to tell that she will win next time.

"Sure sweetie"  Dhriti's elder sister patted her shoulder and smiled with a sign of proud feeling for her sweetie and assurance in her voice for the victory of Dhriti or better say her student.

"Toh aaj phirse aapki guru Miss Samyukta Rajawat jeeti hain." Ekansh said to Dhriti playfully making the sisters notice him.

(So, again today your Guru Miss Samyukta Rajawat won) 

"What Bhai Sa! It's not like that. Just wait and watch, Dhriti will definitely defeat me next time." Samyukta assured confidently caressing Dhriti's hair lovingly.

"No Bhai Sa! I'll not defeat Jija, I'll just win and make her proud on me." Dhriti said with a tone of respect in her voice for her Jija whom she didn't want to compete but make proud and happy.

"Ohkay my little munchkin, I know that you will for sure. But......now let me remind you both something which you had forgot." saying this a teasing smile played on Ekansh's lips seeing which Samyukta and Dhriti hitted the back of their head and bite their tongue lightly between their teeth. "Ohh shit, we got so busy in our practise that we forgot about your Hukum Sa Ceremony" Samyukta and Dhriti said together and ran with their full speed as if someone had tied crackers behind them and had burned them. Ekansh chuckled a bit looking at the never ending childishness of his younger sisters after which he arranged the swords on their right place and walked downstairs to get ready for the ceremony which was going to take place in an hour.

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