Draupadi’s feet felt heavy as lead as she walked toward Ayushman, her heart pounding in her chest, each step more agonizing than the last.

She could feel his maniacal excitement radiating off him, his eyes glinting with cruel anticipation. Behind her, the entire Kuruvanshi family braced, their hearts aching with helpless fury.

Out of the corner of his eye, Rana caught a glimpse of Sehdev moving subtly, his hands glowing faintly with a golden hue, preparing to strike.

A sneer curled on Rana’s lips as he yanked harder on Roshini’s hair, making the little girl scream in agony.

“Don’t even think about it,” he growled, pressing his blade against Roshini’s throat, the sharp edge biting into her skin just enough to draw a thin line of blood.

The Kuruvanshis froze, terror seeping into their bones.

Their hearts screamed for action, but their bodies were bound by invisible restraints—bound by their fear for the ones they loved.

Ayushman’s hand shot out, grabbing Draupadi by her hair, yanking her roughly into his arms.

She gasped in pain, the sharp burn in her scalp making her eyes water, but she glared up at him, defiance blazing in her gaze.

“Welcome, dear sister,” Ayushman purred, his voice dripping with malice.

“You disgust me,” she hissed through clenched teeth. “I trusted you.”

Ayushman threw his head back and laughed, the sound wild and unhinged, echoing through the battlefield like a madman’s symphony.

His laughter chilled the bones of everyone present.

“It’s cute how you think your opinions matter to me, dear sister,” he taunted, mocking the word “sister” with venom.

“Now that this is sorted, slaves! Surround the Kuruvanshis! It’s time to get the show started. And if any of you even think about doing something stupid, I will kill these bitches without a second thought,” Ayushman roared, his gaze locking onto each of the Kuruvanshi men.

The air was thick with the promise of violence as soldiers moved to encircle the family.

Each Kuruvanshi was frozen, bound by the suffocating weight of helplessness and dread.

Rana’s grip on Roshini tightened, making the girl wince in terror.

“Let’s take them away from here,” Rana added, his eyes scanning the perimeter with suspicion.

“Those remaining bastards are out there somewhere.”

“He’s right,” Drupad chimed in, his voice sharp with annoyance as he glared at Draupadi.

“And why in the name of the gods are you still keeping this bitch alive? Kill her already—she’s useless now!” he roared.

A feral growl rumbled in Bheem’s chest, his protective instincts flaring to life.

His massive hands clenched into fists, his entire body trembling with barely contained rage.

“Drupad, I will flay you with my own hands!” he bellowed, his voice carrying the weight of his fury.

Nakul and Sehdev stood beside him, their eyes burning with the same ferocity, glaring at their enemies with murderous intent.

“Not yet,” Ayushman said with a dismissive shake of his head, completely ignoring Bheem’s threat.

He mumbled a spell under his breath, and the invisible restraints that bound the Kuruvanshis tightened, leaving them gasping for breath as the pressure mounted.

“I want to see each one of them dead,” Druveda growled, his eyes gleaming with the thrill of imminent bloodshed.

“Patience,” Ayushman said coolly, snapping his fingers.

A barrier of dark energy erupted around them, howling like a raging storm, sealing the Kuruvanshis inside a twisted cage of malevolent power.

The very air crackled with the sinister hum of dark magic, choking the hope from their hearts.

Suddenly, Ayushman’s gaze sharpened.

“Yudhisthir!” he roared, his voice filled with venomous hatred. “I know you’re out there! If you want to see your wife alive, come out!”

Silence.

“Yudhisthir!”

Ayushman’s voice grew more frenzied, his eyes scanning the horizon with a desperate, deranged fury.

“Arjun! Stop hiding like cowards!”

Still, no response. Only the sound of the wind and the distant groans of the battlefield answered him.

With a snarl of rage, Ayushman’s hand tightened in Draupadi’s hair, yanking her head back violently as he glared down at her.

“They don’t really love you, do they?” he hissed, his voice dripping with cruel mockery. “Remember, your death is on them, not me!”

Draupadi's breath hitched in her throat, her heart aching with the weight of betrayal and fear.

But she refused to let him see her break. She wouldn't give him that satisfaction.

Ayushman’s patience snapped. “Rana, kill that brat!” he shouted, pointing to Roshini.

“No!” Duryodhan’s voice cracked as he lunged forward, only to be restrained by the invisible bonds.

Panic spread like wildfire through the Kuruvanshis.

“Kill Sehdev!” Ayushman roared, his frustration boiling over.

“Kill Bhanumati!”

“If this is what you want, Yudhisthir, then so be it,” Ayushman growled ominously, his voice laced with malevolent intent.

The battlefield erupted in chaos as the Kuruvanshis roared in panic, struggling against their bonds.

“I will kill you, Ayushman!” Duryodhan’s voice was thick with anguish, his muscles straining as he fought against his restraints.

“Don’t you dare touch them!” Bheem thundered, his voice shaking with raw fury.

“Stay back!” Nakul screamed, his eyes wild with terror.

“Ayushman! Fear the gods!” Bhishm warned, his voice booming with authority, but his words fell on deaf ears.

Druveda’s sword flashed in the light as he raised it high, preparing to bring it down on Bhanumati’s vulnerable form.

Her scream tore through the air, a heart-wrenching sound that sent shivers down the spines of those who loved her.

At the same moment, Rana was ready to plunge his dagger into Roshini’s side. The child screamed terrified, piercing the hearts of her family.

Draupadi’s scream was raw as Ayushman slapped her hard across the face, her body twisting in pain as she desperately tried to reach her family, watching in helpless horror as they were slaughtered before her eyes.

Sehdev’s heart pounded wildly in his chest as Drupad, with a savage roar, swung his sword toward him, aiming for his neck.

This was the end.

The battlefield seemed to freeze as Dhristadyumn tore through the shadows, his sword gleaming in the light, eyes blazing with a fury that chilled the air around him.

His presence was commanding, like a storm brewing in the distance, inevitable and devastating.

Druveda, who had been standing over Bhanumati with his sword poised for the kill, felt a ripple of fear shoot through him as he caught sight of the warrior before him.

Bhanumati, crumpled on the ground, could hardly breathe. Her tears had long dried, leaving only the cold sting of terror in her veins.

But as her eyes met Dhristadyumn’s, a wave of relief surged through her, so strong it nearly knocked the breath out of her.

The brother of Draupadi had arrived, and he was now the only thing standing between her and certain death.

Dhristadyumn’s voice sliced through the eerie stillness, low and lethal, each word like a dagger to the chest.

“You dare?” His gaze pinned Druveda with unrelenting fury, the fire in his eyes enough to make the bravest man tremble. “You dare touch my family?”

Druveda sneered, though his grip tightened on his sword.

“Family?” he spat.

“She’s the wife of your enemy, the Kuruvanshis’ greatest traitor. You’re too late. She’s as good as dead.”

Without another word, Dhristadyumn lunged, his sword flashing through the air, and the ground seemed to tremble with the force of the clash.

The sickening sound of metal grinding against metal echoed like thunder across the battlefield, and the earth itself seemed to tremble in fear.

Bhanumati scrambled away, her heart pounding so hard it felt as though it would burst.

But she knew, deep in her soul, that Dhristadyumn wouldn’t let Druveda touch her again.

Not after everything this monster had done.

Dhristadyumn’s strikes were merciless, his sword moving so fast it seemed to blur, each blow fueled by a seething anger that boiled over into pure, destructive rage.

“You laid your filthy hands on my twin,” he growled through clenched teeth, his voice thick with unrelenting fury.

His mind was consumed with the images of what Druveda had done to Draupadi—the torment, the shame.

All the tales of torture that he had heard from Pandavas, when they had asked his help, revolved in his mind, fueling his fury. “You dared to hurt her. My twin.”

Druveda barely managed to block the next blow, his arms shaking from the effort, his footing growing unstable as Dhristadyumn’s relentless assault forced him back.

The fireborn was ferociously protective of his twin. The world knew it and Druveda was about to find out in a terrifying manner.

The sheer power behind each strike was overwhelming.

“She was nothing but a pawn!” Druveda screamed, desperation creeping into his voice.

“You lying bastard!” Dhristadyumn roared, his voice thunderous as he swung his sword again, sending Druveda reeling back, blood now dripping from a deep gash in his shoulder.

“You tortured her. You shattered her. You broke her spirit.” His rage surged, the intensity of his love for Draupadi, his baby sister, blinding him with fury. “You made me believe she was dead!”

Druveda staggered, panic flashing in his eyes for the first time, his eyes locking on Dhristadyumn who looked everybut like an enraged lion, preparing to tear him in pieces.

"You took my baby sister from me you bastard! You fucking made her cry!" He roared.

“I did this for my sisters!” Druveda howled in agony, as Dhristadyumn flayed his side open, blood splashed on the ground, but he was not done.

Druveda stumbled back terrified, agony flaming his body. The coppery scent of his blood mixed with his sweat creating a pungent odour of his demise, that seemed to tip toe around him.

He pushed to fight harder, trying to rally, his madness bubbling to the surface as he swung wildly at Dhristadyumn.

The fire born deflected the blow effortlessly, his eyes gleaming with a dark satisfaction.

“Your sisters had nothing to do with this! You’re a psychopath, a puppet of these monsters.” His voice was cold, sharp as his blade.

He drove his knee into Druveda’s gut, sending him flying backward. Druveda’s body hit a tree with a sickening crack, bones shattering under the force of the blow.

Druveda screamed, writhing in pain as he coughed up blood, but Dhristadyumn wasn’t finished.

Druveda felt like somebody had poured acid in his veins.

“I will kill you with my bare hands!”

Dhristadyumn snarled, his voice rising into a roar that echoed across the battlefield.

“For every drop of blood you spilled from my sister, for every tear she cried—your life is mine!”

With terrifying strength, Dhristadyumn grabbed Druveda by his hair and slammed his face into the ground, the impact shattering bones and sending blood spraying across the battlefield.

Sending a wave of dread in those around.

“Come on!” Dhristadyumn bellowed, yanking Druveda up again and smashing his fist into his face.

“Fight me, you coward! Come on, show me the strength you had when you dared to raise your filthy hands against my sister!”

Druveda screamed in agony as Dhristadyumn drove his knee into his ribs, the sound of cracking bones like music to the furious prince’s ears.

Druveda’s face was a bloody, swollen mess, his breaths ragged and desperate as he tried to fight back, but Dhristadyumn was unstoppable.

Drupad, who had been gripping Sehdev tightly, watched the scene unfold, horror and disbelief etched across his face.

This was his son, his flesh and blood—but the savage fury Dhristadyumn wielded now was something else entirely, something Drupad couldn’t recognize. His son had become a force of destruction, a whirlwind of vengeance that could not be stopped.

“Dhristadyumn!” Drupad’s voice boomed across the battlefield, though it shook with rage and disbelief. “What are you doing? She is nothing! She is the wife of your enemy!” His voice cracked with desperation.

Dhristadyumn stopped, turning his fiery gaze toward his father, his foot planted firmly on Druveda’s shattered leg. Druveda let out a scream of pure agony, but Dhristadyumn didn’t blink.

“She’s more family to me than you ever were,” he spat, disgust dripping from his words as he ground his heel into Druveda’s broken leg, twisting it cruelly.

“You abandoned Draupadi, left her to suffer while you cowered in your palace. You are no father of mine. You plotted against my kiddo I could never forgive you for that. Thank your stars that you birthed me or I would be tearing you to pieces right beside this fucking bastard for all the torment you have made my little kiddo go through.”

Poison burned through each word of the young prince as he glared with disgust at his father.

Drupad’s face darkened with fury, but Dhristadyumn’s rage was unrelenting. He turned back to Druveda, who was barely clinging to life, blood pouring from his many wounds.

“This,” Dhristadyumn growled, his voice low and filled with a terrible promise, “this is for every time you made my sister bleed.”

He raised his sword high and brought it down with devastating force, slicing through Druveda’s other side, causing him to scream in agony, his body convulsing as the pain overwhelmed him.

“And this,” Dhristadyumn continued, slashing across Druveda’s back with brutal precision, “this is for every tear she cried because of you.”

Druveda’s body slumped to the ground, his breaths coming in ragged, gasping sobs.

His life was slipping away, and there was nothing left in him to fight. He lay broken at Dhristadyumn’s feet, knowing that death was coming.

“You will never touch Draupadi again,” Dhristadyumn said, his voice ice-cold, every syllable dripping with finality.

His sword descended in one swift motion, severing Druveda’s life in a spray of blood.

Silence followed, the only sound of the faint thud of Druveda’s body hitting the blood-soaked ground.

Dhristadyumn stood tall, blood splattered across his face and armor, his chest heaving with exertion.

His eyes, burning with fury moments ago, now held only a fierce protectiveness as he looked down at the lifeless body at his feet.

“My sister is no pawn,” he muttered, his voice low but filled with the weight of his unyielding love for Draupadi. “And neither is Bhanumati.”

He turned toward Drupad, whose grip on Sehdev had tightened with fear and anger.

“You lost me the day you betrayed Draupadi,” Dhristadyumn said, his voice flat, unyielding. “You are no longer my blood.”

Drupad stood there, seething, his body shaking with rage. But the truth of Dhristadyumn’s words struck deeper than any sword, leaving him hollow.

Dhristadyumn’s eyes gleamed with the fierce protectiveness that drove him, a vow unspoken yet clear: he would protect those he loved—Draupadi. And anyone who stood in their way would fall.

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