"Yaar, mujhe pata tha kuch toh mess hone wala hai," Arjun muttered under his breath, wiping sweat off his forehead.

He was trekking through the dense forest near his village. Arjun had heard stories of the ancient temple hidden deep inside, but honestly, he didn’t believe in any of that “mythical treasure” nonsense.

But then... he tripped.

"Argh, not again!" Arjun fell flat on his face, landing right next to a huge stone slab that seemed... different. His hand brushed the surface, and the stone slid away like it was nothing. Below was a hidden hole.

He peered inside. "Oh great, here we go again," he said sarcastically, leaning over to get a better look. His eyes widened when he saw what was inside. A sword—no ordinary sword. It was golden, gleaming in the light, with intricate carvings that looked like they had been crafted centuries ago. The sword had a strange, magical glow. "Dude, this can’t be real," he said, looking around as if expecting someone to jump out and shout, “Gotcha!”

He reached out, grabbing the hilt, and immediately felt a surge of energy—like a thousand volts of electricity shooting through his body. He jerked back, almost dropping the sword, but somehow it felt... right in his hand.

Suddenly, the ground trembled. Arjun stood frozen. His head turned left, right—looking for something. "What the...?"

Before he could react, the sky darkened, and shadows began to move. Something was coming.

"Ye kahan se aaya yeh... what the hell is happening?" Arjun whispered to himself, clutching the sword.

A monstrous creature, half-human and half-beast, leapt from behind a tree with a loud roar. Its eyes glowed red, and its claws were sharp enough to tear through anything. "Who dares enter my territory?" it growled, its voice booming through the trees.

Arjun took a step back, but then something inside him clicked. "I have this... sword. I can do something."

"Arjun, what are you doing? Run!" his inner voice screamed. But instead of running, he held the golden sword high, feeling the energy pulse through him.

“Come on, bro! Let’s see what you got!” he shouted, though he was more scared than he'd ever been in his life.

The beast snarled and lunged toward him, but Arjun swung the sword. The moment it made contact with the beast’s claw, there was a blinding flash of light. The creature howled in pain and staggered back, its claws smoking.

“Wait, what? It worked?” Arjun said, still in shock. He hadn’t expected anything, but now he was... winning?

The creature growled. "You think that silly sword can defeat me? You are a fool!"

"Me? A fool? You're the one who’s about to get sliced by a magical sword, bro," Arjun said, trying to sound confident, but his voice was shaky.

The beast charged again, but this time, Arjun’s instincts kicked in. He ducked and swiped the sword. Another flash of golden light, and the beast screamed, falling to the ground in defeat.

As the dust settled, the creature's body turned to ash, vanishing into thin air.

Arjun stood there, sword in hand, staring at the empty space where the monster had been. "Kuch samajh nahi aa raha yaar. What just happened? Is this even real?"

Suddenly, a voice echoed in his mind. It wasn’t his own voice.

“The sword you hold is the weapon of the ancient warriors. It has the power to defeat the dark forces that have been threatening this land for centuries.”

Arjun jumped. “Who said that? Hello? Is anyone there?”

“You have been chosen. The sword is yours now. But be warned—the creatures are not gone. This was just the beginning.”

Arjun gulped. "This is... this is insane. I was just looking for an adventure, and now I’m stuck with this."

Before he could think of what to do next, the ground rumbled again. This time, a dark shadow loomed over him—a huge, twisted demon-like figure. It was worse than the last one, with wings that looked like they could cover the sky.

"Ugh, not again!" Arjun shouted, gripping the sword tightly. "I don’t even know how to fight properly!"

The demon laughed. "The Golden Sword? You think you can stop me with that? You’re just a kid."

“Kid or not, I’m about to show you why you should never mess with Arjun Singh from Khurad!” he yelled. With a fierce shout, Arjun swung the sword again, this time focusing all his fear, anger, and hope into one single strike.

As the sword connected with the demon’s chest, a huge explosion of light erupted. The demon screeched, dissolving into the air like mist.

Arjun stood, panting, the sword still glowing brightly. He looked at it, amazed. "Yaar, I did it. I actually did it!"

The mysterious voice returned, “You are the hero now, Arjun. But your journey is far from over. Many more will come. Prepare yourself.”

Arjun smiled. "Well, bring it on. I’ve got the Golden Sword. And I’m not scared of anything now!"

Arjun walked out of the forest, a little shaken but also excited for what the future held. Who knew that a simple hike would lead to such an epic adventure?

And as for the Golden Sword? Well, it seemed like the magic was only just beginning.

The End.