A sojourn it is.
❝His scent is petrichor. He shall always be the golden page of my recollections, of beautiful memories. The greatest archer of the time❞
Derived from the Sanskrit word स्मरण (smaraṇa, "the act of remembrance, remembrance, reminisc...
Viridity. viriditās virid + -ity from Latin viriditas. innocence, youth, or freshness.
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SHE RAISED THE SWORD in the air holding its grip, slightly tracing her fingers on the sharpened side. The last time she had picked one was when she placed an estranged one in the weaponry of Indraprastha. Eleven years and ten months ago, when Arjun broke the vow.
"Up for a cordial spar you beautiful lady?" a highly valiant voice commanded. She turned around to see it was her, third wife of Krishna, Satyabhama.
A strong willed and a high spirited woman was standing before her had black shining hair loosely braided till her hip. She was dressed in a brocade scarlet and a royal marine silk fabric comfortable enough for a friendly row with her minimal ornaments including studs, bracelets and anklets. The golden complexion was glowing more with confidence she possessed. The almond shaped black eyes were embellished with boldness and an assertive smile was adoring her lips. She sharply screeched a sword from the sheath adjacent to her.
"Bhabhishree, Though I can't compete or withstand you but I also can't take up any sort of stigma upon my guru, Nakul, with the refusal" Simran raised a brow in determination positioning her stance.
"Attack or defense? Concessions as you are my husband's angel!" the queen took a few steps back leaning forward with a hand paced across her stern shoulder pointing her sword closer to her opponent's neck. The girl from kaliyug, scantily moved her neck in rear due to the loss of practice and her alacritous, but then quickly she remembered what Nakul had advised during the sessions.
"You need to fluctuate your mind and body at the same time with zero diversion"
The ebony haired woman bent her head back swinging her sharp sword beneath, a few inches above ground as Satyabhama jumped in her sheer defense. "Attack Bhabhi" she smirked. Though Simran had regretted for not getting herself appropriate for this sudden opportunity as her hair were still open flowing at her waist and she wore a lehenga whose dupatta was cumulated at her nape. The only gladness was her decision to not wear much jewelries.
The slashes of swords went on with each of them clashing the attacks and defenses of the alternative motions. "You're a clean skill my girl!" the wife of Krishna complimented when the one she calls as a mystery, dodged her sleek linear ambush midst the clash bouts. "If that comes from you I am blessed to extents!" Simran circled in the answer of her attempts to an experimental cease.
The two women were panting, pacing in circumference but she cannot loose her attention at any cost, it can be the strategy Krishnapriya to ease out the game after taking it at such heating zone.
Simran moved her eyeballs around the arsenal and then on her to predict the construct while Satyabhama's eyes traversed at her scrutinizing gazes accordingly. "Satyaki informed that you cannot mace fight!" the girl from future inclined her head and noticed the tanned walls of weaponry adorned with maces, spears and the swords placed in a sheer elegance just when her eyes caught sight of the bow placed on the right corners of the the largely spread area. She shut her eyes shaking her head wildly to avoid any sort of distraction at this moment.
