My heart pounded .as he said dthose and then furiously as he approached me once more, his proximity triggering a primal response. Panic set in, and I instinctively kicked him again, sending him crashing into the roof with a resounding thud.
Breathless, I warned him, "You don't come this near to me, okay?" My voice trembled, betraying my fragile emotional state.
Regret washed over me as I realized the force of my kick. Had I gone too far? But before self-doubt could consume me, he stood up, remarkably unfazed. His resilience was both astonishing and unnerving.
"Okay, let's go," he said, his tone light and unaffected. "We have lectures today." He paused, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "I think you know enough about history from our previous conversations, so we can skip that lecture. Let's attend the medical one instead."
His words caught me off guard, and before I could process my thoughts, he took my hand, his touch sending shivers down my spine. The sudden intimacy was jarring, yet I didn't pull away. After all, I had kicked him hard, and yet he still helped me, still chose to be near me.
As we navigated the building, I marveled at its ancient design, reminiscent of traditional gurukuls. The architecture was slightly modernized but retained its timeless essence. We strolled through corridors lined with intricate carvings, passing by students engaged in lively discussions. The atmosphere buzzed with learning and camaraderie.
Glancing at our intertwined hands, I felt a flutter in my chest. It was strange, yet oddly comforting. Was I beginning to trusting him so much is it good or bad? The uncertainty swirled within me like a vortex, leaving me questioning my emotions.
We entered the classroom, and I was immediately struck by the absence of traditional benches. Instead, vibrant carpets covered the floor, creating a unique and attractive learning environment. My Arnav, glanced at his hand, where a sleek locket adorned his wrist. A small, diamond-like surface gleamed at its center, and suddenly, a number materialized on it: 260. And then I also relaise what I had thought and my face got red "Aysha, check your Soul Band for your seat number," Arnav instructed, his voice gentle. I felt a surge of confusion; what was this Soul Band, and how did it work? I looked down at my own wrist, where an identical band encircled it.
Arnav took my hand, holding it before my face. "Use your spiritual energy to reveal the seat number on this device," he explained. His guidance sparked understanding spiritual power develop with someone chakra opening and also as how much his soul is strong as vultuvationalso strong the soul so automatically someone soul power increased with cultivation but there are some arts which focus on spiritual power i didn't practice any of those thing but my spirit was already much more stronger than usual people as rebirthed and maybe some another reason also I take out my thoughts from this things and I focused my energy. The diamond surface flickered, displaying the number 261.
"Found our seats," Arnav said, scanning the room. We navigated to the last row and settled in, sitting side by side. He occupied the first position, and I took the second. Our proximity felt comfortable, and I appreciated the reassurance of his presence.
As we sat, I couldn't help but wonder about this mystical technology and its significance in this world. The Soul Band seemed to be more than just a simple identification tool. I looked at Arnav, seeking answers I thought to discuss it after lectures , I began to relax, observing my surroundings. However, my calm was short-lived. Snippets of conversation from nearby students caught my attention:
"Look at her dress, it's so short!"
"Isn't she cute, though?"
Hey what are you saying she is already someone don't check in others women
My gaze instinctively dropped to my own attire, and I was shocked while my face flustered red with both anger and embarrased to be called Arnav women but as I looked the dress I had received from the guard outside was indeed short, accentuating my breasts and cleavage but giving a view of clevage and waist was visible opend . Only my thighs,and down covered by longer socks, maintained some modesty. I felt like I was wearing a modern, revealing outfit, unlike the traditional, long dresses worn by the other girls.
Memories of the guard's words and Arnav's introduction of me as his fiancée resurfaced, fueling my indignation. Why had he had said that ? But before I could process my emotions, the classroom erupted into movement.
A student stood up, and the entire class followed suit. I quickly rose, finding myself face-to-face with a youthful teacher, approximately 25 years old.
"Good morning, all students," he greeted, his voice energetic. After taking attendance, he announced, "We have 678 students today.
The teacher's next question sparked a wave of enthusiasm: "How many of you have some knowledge of medicine?" Nearly every hand shot up, including Arnav's.Many of you may already know me from the selection extoam, but for those who don't, I am
Guru Kuldeep Rana, the 9th Elder of the Medicine Section of the Sangharak Sena, stood before us and a 3 star. Pharmacist , exuding confidence. . Then after some chit chat
He paused, surveying the room. "Today, we'll tackle a simple yet complicated topic. I'd say 99% of you who chose this section are confused about this aspect. Many of you may not even like medicine, right?" His words resonated deeply.
As he spoke, I realized the truth in his words. What was he about to reveal? Would it highlight the importance of pharmacists or vaidyas (doctors)? I pondered.
"Most of you probably think a pharmacist's role is limited to selling medicine, right?" Guru Rana asked, his gaze sweeping the room. In unison, the students' heads bowed, acknowledging the widespread misconception.
I reflected on my own previous understanding. Hadn't I, too, viewed pharmacists as merely dispensing medication? But as I delved deeper, I grasped the significance of their role.
"In this world, and perhaps on Earth as well," Guru Rana continued, "over 90% of people underestimate pharmacists' expertise. But I'm here to tell you that pharmacists are the backbone of healthcare ." Some students give some doubts and with claming them
Sir Kuldeep Rana continued, his passion evident. "Yes, pharmacists sell medicine, but their role extends far beyond that. They manufacture, distribute, and provide crucial information on medicinal needs in various regions. Not only do they handle conventional medicine, but also spiritual pills, energy supplements, and sacred fruits and herbs, transforming them into usable forms."
"Pharmacists play a vital role in monitoring disease outbreaks, tracking danger levels, and alerting scientists and doctors to take prompt action," he emphasized
"I'm not diminishing the importance of vaidyas; they're indeed like gods. However, I want you to understand that pharmacists, too, hold a noble position. Don't feel ashamed of your chosen profession. Any role that serves the greater good is worthy of respect."
The classroom erupted into applause, and my admiration for Guru Rana grew. His words resonated deeply, and I found myself nodding in agreement.
Satisfied with the students' response, Guru Rana smiled. "Now, let's begin our lesson. Is there anyone who'd like to share their knowledge about medicine, pills, or their uses?"
He scanned the room, inviting participation. "If anyone is unfamiliar with pills, please raise your hands, and I'll provide a comprehensive overview."
As Guru Rana asked, "Is there anyone unfamiliar with pills?" I automatically raised my hand. His gaze locked onto mine, and a spark of surprise illuminated his eyes maybe he had seen my breast . A hint of red flushed his face, and I felt my own cheeks grow warm and my anger towards that guard raised
For a fleeting moment, our eyes held a silent connection. Then, Guru Rana turned away, clearing his throat. "Now, let's discuss the grades of pills first " His composure regained, he began explaining.
"Pills are categorized into nine grades. The weakest, 9th grade, can be crafted by a 9-star pharmacist. Similarly, 8th-grade pills require an 8-star pharmacist, and so on. The most potent, 1st-grade medicine, demands the expertise of a 1-star pharmacist."
He paused, surveying the room. "From today, we'll begin learning how to create 9th-grade energy pills. This foundational knowledge will serve as the building block for more advanced pill-making techniques."