Adiya's  (Diya's ) POV

"Come on! Please tell me who you are!!" I insisted Sahil but he won't tell me his real identity.

"I woke you up early this morning  for some sacred purpose. So that you can learn how to fight and self defend yourself." He said.

He was acting as if he was my teacher. And that was very irritating. Just because he was asked to mentor me and my classmates it doesn't mean that he is my permanent mentor.

"Now! I have made a small bow for you. So that you can hold it." He smiled as he handed me the bow.

"Don't worry I took Guruji's permission. Though he intended to teach you the art of using bow and arrow after some days, I convinced him that it would be better if you start it right now. Since you are a slow learner."

"I am not a slow learner." I made a face.

However my objection fell into the deaf ears. Because he took me towards the open ground. It seemed like he was fully prepared. He had hanged a clay toy from a branch of the tree.

"What's this?" I asked him, uncertain whether the clay toy was animal shaped or bird shaped.

"Anyways I figured out what it is. Its a sparrow." I again added cheerfully

"Actually its a mango." He said sheepishly. So now I knew his weakness. He was bad at sculpture making.

I couldn't suppress my giggle. And he smiled looking at me.

"Now focus. Can you see that mango? You have to aim for it." He said.

"Okay." I tried.

"Like this?" I asked.

"Ya and pull the string. Like this." He said as he took the arrow himself and showed me how to aim. His arrow landed exactly in the middle of the mango.

"Wow" I Exclaimed.

"Now your turn" he said as he handed me the bow and the arrow.

The training went on till the sunrise and we reported back to Guruji's hut. Actually his hut was the biggest of all. He lived there with his wife. And there were other small huts meant for the students. A huge circle of huts was made and in the middle was the hut of our Guruji.

It was time to do some Yogasans like Suryanamaskar (one of the poses of Yoga) which we all students (including all our seniors) did.

We were then divided into the groups where I was supposed to feed and then milk the cows. It was a daily routine where a group would be made and we were allotted different works which we had to do whole day. Meanwhile at the noon time and evening time, we were trained into various arts like Meditation, drawing, sculpture making, prayers, literature and recently the art of war. We had to eat before sunset and sleep early.

"Shhh" I head someone making the noise.

Rishabh my friend pointed out towards Sahil.

"More you drink the milk, more strength you would get. So don't avoid it" he instructed before leaving me alone.

"Why do you have to teach me everything. I didn't chose you to be my mentor!" I was irritated and asked him before going to the my hut for a night sleep.

"Because you are the weakest student of your class and I wonder what will happen if you are left out in the free world." He chuckled and left.

The next few mornings with Sahil were followed by my training in the art of sportsmanship and archery.