The Fierce Warrior

" ETHENA!! You re gonna be late, sweetie. Come down this instance for the breakfast.”

“Commin amma” and I took my essentials in my bagpack and checked myself for a final time in the mirror and rushed downstairs.

“Mornin amma ...Mornin apppa ″

I said with a hundred watt smile and the greetings were returned with equal fervor.

The breakfast was not much eventful other than small talks about my siblings and my days plans.



I’m confused, whether should I tell them right now or wait for the family dinner. I closed my eyes and let out a deep breathe to calm myself down. I made a quick contemplation of the pros and cons of letting them know right now and finally the words left my mouth:

‘Mom, I am selected for state level , the mail just arrived’

I know a bit confusing right!!

But let me clear the mist.

I am black belt in judo and mixed martial arts. I have cleared school , college and then district level championships and won gold on every match I ve played so far...not that I m boasting or something.

And its not I am afraid to let them know of any of my achievements but I just wanted to tell the family together cause their collective reactions to things small or big are priceless.

I remember their faces were awestruck and dad stuttered for about an hour out of the surprising joy when I informed them of my selection for school events on the basis of the bruise on the principal’s son’s face after the romantic excursion of my hand onto his pretty ass face.

Well that’s a story for another time.

‘Oh great! When is the match?’ dad asked while he buttered his toast and my mom poured me juice.

“the dates aren’t final yet but it is expected to be finalized till the end of this week...

And Mom I have also cleared the online entrance test for the functional army cadets and I have to leave really soon for the training.”

The room fell dead silent.

My dad had a proud ear to ear smile and to say my mother was surprised was an understatement.

No one spoke for minutes that felt like years and finally dad beamed in

‘Wooww kiddo you are growing up too soon’

Mom looked at him wide eyed and finally came back to her true self and hugged me close in a bone crushing hug .

“CAN’T BREATHE ... MOOMM LET GO PLEASE”

I murmured between shallow breathes. My mother’s lifelong dream was about to be fulfilled.

She always wanted to see me in green and brown patched army uniform and finally she would see it come true.

I, standing there in my dining room with the call letter in my hand,well in my emails, but you get it right, was reminded of every moment when people told me that my dreams were impossible and I would never achieve them. I can now gladly admit with my head held high that I don’t just make stories but its all in my power to make them come true. Unlike many parents my parents were supportive of me joining combat role professions because they always believed the fact that women are strong not only in mythologies like the Shiv Purana and Vedas but are way more capable and and fierce if given the right opportunities.

After breakfast I bid adieu to my parents I headed on my way towards the college campus.

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Let s check what’s in my planner for the day.

I began scrounging for my planner in my bagpack and after tones of hardwork and passionate consistent digging through my belongings ..EUREKA found it.

.hmm!! lets see..... Physics, English, French, Hindi and ....

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DAMNIT! Can’t you watch your steps!! I shouted at the hard rock person I just walked into.

‘Come onn calm your tits woman. What s gotten over you this beautiful morning! ’, he spoke in a calm and annoyingly confident tone.

I recognize this annoying voice quite well.

Ladies and gentlemen this is none other than the nightmare and a pain in the ass Benjamin Tyson.

And if only you take a brief look at this specimen of human male you would not disagree when I say “BEN is a fine live mannequin chiseled and carved by a skilled worksman and his looks are to die for.”

He is a complete package of looks with brain. He was a former trainee in the martial academy I am a part of now and at the age we were busy watching Netflix and crying over our broken hearts, he had his own chain of NGO’s and a successful YouTube channel . He is my friend since middle school and we know each other inside out and we have shared almost everything from his dark secrets to our most embarrassing moments.

Did I forget to mention he aspires to be a part of the same army cadet group I am and most probably we d be going together to the personal interview and training together?

Oops my bad.

But this still does not change the fact that he is a terrible headache and pain in ass.

‘Do hell with you, Ben!.. What do you want?’

‘Hello to you too, malady. I just stopped by to give you the letter Mr. Bruffus gave me. Good luck the match is next week and I really hope you turn out well at your final fight.’

‘Oh ya right... the fight... thanks I guess.’

After a brief pause he flashed me a small smile and turned around to leave.

‘HEY Ben! Are you free this weekend? Cause I really need a partner for the training this time and I can t afford to loose the battle against Amelia. And you are well aware of her killer reflexes.......I cant take chances especially when I m so close to the recruitment. I need this certificate at any cost.’

‘anytime for you my love and I know you will only win but still lets just make sure not to leave any loopholes in your training . we still have a week and a few sessions with an actual opponent won t harm. So, See you at 5 ,my place?’

“yeah that would do”

Now the funny part ...for most of the girls in the town it is an achievement if he spares anyone a look let alone the idea of being invited by the Mr. handsome and mighty Ben Tyson for a chat or anything at his own humble residence. For me it is like going to my own house because I have my own room in his mansion because during high school I spent most of my day at his place and the other way round is also true so he also has his own room at my place next to mine.

I quickly set a reminder for the added detail in my planner and headed for my first class.

Theory and learning classes passed without much event and for the major spectra included me scribbling down notes from the lessons.

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“Does he not look like he s suffering from constipation...I mean come on just look at his face, one pull up that’s all the strength he s got!”

“You know he is not the worst. Wait until its Regina or sally’s turn. I m really keen to know if the new coach is impressed with their caked faces with fake lashes and newly manicured hands and if he allows them to be graded on the number of breathtaking kisses they can shower on him instead of the pull ups”

“it would definitely be a catch” I and Ben laughed hysterically as we watched the alpha and brave students of our physical classes take turns for various events of the assessment.

“Regina Jones, you are next.” Looking through his rimmed glasses our coach announced.

Regina made her way towards the coach in her usual chivalric and gross manner and told Mr. Silvet in her most seductive and sugar coated voice that she would have loved to do the assignment then and there but due to severe and serious reasons she cannot do the pull ups.

Ben chuckled because we all knew what was to follow next. She put her hands in the pockets of her extra short shorts and moved closer to Mr. Silvet’s ear and muttered information undertone. After a few moments of her pulling away his face turned crimson red and nobody could tell the difference if it was a beetroot or a figure drenched in red paint or just a face with too much blood flow.

The only thing left now was to know if it was out of anger or obligation.

We all looked at him for a reaction including Regina who stood there with pride and batting her eyelashes and faking a pout at him.

“You little brat!! How dare you speak to a teacher in such shameless manner and let me make it very clear to you Miss ... there is no other way to get your grades in my class other than to perform the task assigned to you”

He handed her a detention room slip and asked her to meet her in the principal’s office after school.

She went pale and left the ground with hurried steps. And something in Mr. Silvet’s eyes tells me that she will be going on a long leave from school after the stunt she tried on him.

After she left the assessment continued as nothing had happened. I did 32 pull ups and Ben amazingly did I donot know many pull ups because I lost count after 57 . He went on and on like a maniac machine on loose. Anyways Mr. Silvet was impressed by our upper body strength and awarded us with an A.

During the French class Sameer kept bugging me with the stories of Paris being his hometown and the crap like French being the most wonderful language. I mean no offence to the language but he and his talks were a piece of obnoxious descriptions and it was irritating but I was in no position to complain or ask him to shut up because he is my test and worksheets partner and was actually good in the language too while me on the other hand am terrible at it.

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After school I went home and changed into my comfy pajamas and went to sleep but not before setting an alarm at 4:15 pm so that I would make it at Ben’s in time.

So we’re one chapter down.

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