Arjun The Guardian Of The Moon Chronicle

My history teacher, Mr. Gupta, had always had a particular dislike for me. It wasn't just the usual teacher-student friction; it felt deeper, more personal. He had an uncanny ability to make my life miserable, and his crimson eyes seemed to gleam with malevolence whenever he caught sight of me.

It wasn't as though I gave him reasons to target me. In fact, I strived to be the model student, ensuring my assignments were impeccable and my behavior beyond reproach. But Mr. Gupta had a way of finding fault where there was none.

One day, weeks before the Aryan Invasion Theory lecture, he had devised an elaborate punishment for me. It started when I had accidentally knocked over a stack of books, a simple accident that anyone could have made. But Mr. Gupta saw it as an affront to his meticulously organized classroom.

With a sinister glint in his eyes, he had ordered me to stack all the fallen books back up, all while the rest of the class watched in amusement. It was a punishment that felt entirely unjust, as though he was determined to humiliate me at every turn.

Ever since that day, I had been on Mr. Gupta's radar. He would go out of his way to point out my perceived mistakes in class, his tone dripping with annoyance. It was as if he relished the opportunity to single me out.

On the day of the Aryan Invasion Theory lecture, as Mr. Gupta continued his passionate explanation, a sense of anger simmered within me. I couldn't stand the thought of him distorting history, especially when it concerned the Aryans. In my heart, I held the belief that the Aryans were not invaders but protectors of Bharath, and I couldn't let Mr. Gupta's version of history go unchallenged.

Unable to contain my frustration any longer, I raised my hand, my voice filled with biting sarcasm. "Excuse me, sir, but I think there might be a small error in your historical account."

Mr. Gupta paused, his crimson eyes narrowing as they settled on me. "Oh? And what might that be, Arjun?"

"Aryans never invaded India," I declared, my words dripping with defiance. "Aryans are the protectors of Bharath. This land has been guarded and safely kept by the Aryans, those with pure minds and unwavering devotion to the gods."

The classroom fell into an eerie silence, my classmates exchanging puzzled glances. They were used to Mr. Gupta's lectures being authoritative, and my interruption had disrupted the status quo. But I couldn't stand idly by while he distorted the truth.

Mr. Gupta's face contorted with irritation, his crimson eyes seeming to glow with a deeper intensity. "Arjun, I appreciate your enthusiasm, but this is the accepted theory in historical circles. The idea of Aryans as protectors is more of a myth than historical fact."

I clenched my fists, my anger bubbling to the surface. "Respected sir, it is not a myth. It is the truth passed down through generations."

Infuriated by being corrected in front of the class, Mr. Gupta's voice grew even more abrasive. "Very well, Arjun. Since you seem to know so much about this topic, I invite you to stay after class. We can discuss your version of history further."

The bell rang, signaling the end of the lesson. My classmates filed out, leaving Mr. Gupta and me alone in the classroom. He stared at me, his crimson eyes aflame with anger and annoyance.

"Arjun," he began, his voice dripping with condescension, "I've been teaching history for many years, and I've never had a student challenge me like this. Where did you get this idea that the Aryans are protectors?"

I took a deep breath, summoning the courage to explain my beliefs. "It's something my grandparents have always told me. They say that our family has a connection to the Aryans, and that they are guardians, not invaders."

Mr. Gupta leaned against his desk, crossing his arms. "Arjun, history is often shaped by perspective. While your family's beliefs are important, they may not align with the broader historical consensus. But I'm willing to hear more about your perspective. What do you know about the Aryans?"

And so, in that quiet classroom, Mr. Gupta and I embarked on a conversation that would challenge my beliefs, deepen my understanding of history, and set me on a path to uncover the truth about my heritage. As we spoke, I couldn't help but wonder if there was more to the story of the Aryans than I had ever imagined, and if Mr. Gupta's disdain for me went beyond the classroom.