Chapter 14: The lessons from past

The early morning sun cast a golden glow over the sprawling Suryavanshi estate. The air was filled with the chirping of birds and the soft rustle of leaves as a gentle breeze swept through the gardens. Aarohi, then a spirited teenager, stood in the courtyard, her posture rigid, her face a mask of determination. Her mother, Vani Suryavanshi, circled her with a wooden staff, assessing her stance.

“You’re too stiff,” Vani said, her tone firm yet encouraging. “Flexibility doesn’t mean weakness. It means adaptability. In our world, those who can’t adapt don’t survive.”

Aarohi nodded, adjusting her footing. Her mother’s lessons were never just about physical training; they were woven with wisdom meant to shape her into a capable leader. Vani handed her the staff and motioned for her to strike. Aarohi moved swiftly, her blows precise but lacking fluidity. Vani blocked each one effortlessly, her movements a dance of practiced elegance.