Arya -The girl

Hello, everybody. I am going to tell a story today: a story of a girl — a girl who was a fighter. Her name was Arya. She had a dream, a dream to teach music to all people, to bring the magic of the melodies far and away. But things weren't always smooth. Her cousin, a person whom she had loved, had betrayed her, and she was left broken and lost. During her moment of crisis, she had no one to rely on other than her brother, Rohan, who remained steadfast by her side like a pillar of strength.

The Story:

Arya wasn't any girl—she was tough, fearless, and resolute. While growing up, she had gained the skill of combat from her father, an ex-soldier, as well as learned the calming essence of music from her mother, a famous singer. But what made her stand out the most were her fantasies—fantasies of bringing music to her village children and teaching them how to play musical instruments, to sing, and to discover their own voices.

But fate had a cruel way of challenging her determination. When Arya's cousin Nina, whom she had loved as a sister, betrayed her, all her worlds came crashing down. Nina had secretly sabotaged Arya's music school, lied about her, and made her lose all that she had struggled for. Devastated, Arya had no option but to seek aid from her brother, Rohan.

Rohan was a silent, reflective child. He was her guardian and had always stood by her side. Together, they reconstructed Arya's fantasies, stone by stone. Thanks to Rohan, Arya resumed teaching music once more, yet her heart was still sorrowful, tormented by Nina's betrayal.

One afternoon, as Arya strolled home from teaching her music lesson, she was accosted by some goons. They were hostile and rude and obviously not part of the village. One of them advanced and smiled wickedly.

"You're best staying away from places like this, girl," he jeered. "Girls like you don't deserve to be around here."

Arya, unflinching, refused to back down. She was accustomed to danger. "I belong wherever I choose," she replied firmly.

The thugs laughed, believing she was merely another innocent girl. But Arya was not like that. In one swift motion, she pulled out a knife she had hidden under her jacket and expertly hurled it into the ground between them, her stance fierce and relaxed. She had been trained, after all.

"Leave," she ordered, her voice cold and firm.

The leader of the goons sneered and stepped closer, but just as he reached for her, a figure appeared in the distance. It was Rohan, his expression serious. Behind him, the villagers had gathered, sensing something was wrong.

“Back off, or you’ll regret it,” Rohan warned, his voice steady like his sister’s.

The goons faltered. They hadn't anticipated opposition from a girl and her brother. When they realized they were outgunned, they cursed under their breath and ran away.

Arya gazed at Rohan, her eyes filled with gratitude.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"You don't have to thank me," Rohan said. "We're family. We look out for each other."

From that day forward, Arya knew that in spite of the betrayals and obstacles, she was never alone. She had her brother to stand beside her, and she had her dreams. And she knew that whatever lay ahead, she was strong enough to fight for them.

Arya's music school blossomed once more, and this time she was more resolute than ever. She not only taught children to play music, but also showed them that strength, resilience, and love were the greatest lessons of all.

And as for Nina, she never came back. Perhaps, Arya thought, some things in life weren't meant to be fixed. But with Rohan, her music, and the village that believed in her, she had everything she needed to keep moving forward.