The battlefield had fallen eerily silent, the Kuruvanshis standing amidst the remnants of a hard-fought victory.

Divine weapons, still glowing with celestial energy, shimmered against the fading light.

The weight of relief began to settle over them, but it was shattered like fragile glass by a sharp, desperate cry that sliced through the air.

"Bheem!"

Kunti’s voice, trembling with raw panic, reached the ears of the Pandavas, freezing them in place.

Their hearts raced, fear knotting in their chests as they turned towards the corner of the garden.

There, Kunti knelt, clutching a bleeding Bheem in her arms. But the horror didn’t stop there.

Locked in a savage battle with Yudhisthir was Draupadi—her eyes wild, her face contorted with fury. The sight of her, their beloved wife, lashing out at Yudhisthir with murderous intent sent waves of shock crashing through them.

Arjun’s breath caught in his throat. "Draupadi?" he whispered, disbelief thick in his voice. His heart ached at the sight, unable to reconcile this vision of the woman he loved with the madness on her face.

"Draupadi, no!" Sehdev gasped, his voice barely a whisper, his body frozen in place. "What is she doing?"

Nakul stared in stunned silence, his mind racing to make sense of the nightmare unfolding before him. "This can’t be real. She wouldn’t… she can’t…"

But it was real. Draupadi, their Draupadi, was attacking Yudhisthir, each strike of her blade filled with a dark, twisted rage.

"Jyest!" Nakul shouted, running forward. "We have to stop her!"

The others followed, their legs heavy with dread.

As they neared, they could see the terror in Yudhisthir’s eyes—not fear for his own life, but for hers. He raised his arms defensively, trying not to hurt her, but blood was already streaming down his side from several deep wounds.

Arjun’s heart broke at the sight of the woman he loved more than life itself, consumed by some dark force. "Draupadi!" he called, his voice strained. "Stop! It's me! Arjun!"

But Draupadi didn’t stop. Her eyes, once filled with love and devotion, were now vacant, cold, and full of fury. "You left me!" she screamed, her voice not her own. "You abandoned me to the wolves!"

Her words stabbed deeper than any blade could. Arjun rushed forward, grabbing her wrists, his heart shattering. "Draupadi, it’s me!" he cried desperately. "This isn’t you!"

Inside her mind, Draupadi screamed, No! Stop! This isn’t what I want! I’m trapped! Please, help me! But her body didn’t listen. The dark magic coursing through her veins controlled her every move, twisting her love into hatred, her devotion into vengeance.

"I trusted you!" Draupadi hissed, her dagger flying toward Arjun’s chest. He managed to block her first strike, but not the second.

The blade sliced through his arm, leaving a deep gash that sent him reeling back, pain flashing through his body.

"Bhraata Arjun." Nakul cried, rushing to his side. But the moment his hand touched Draupadi’s arm, she turned on him with a snarl, her strength unnatural, her eyes glowing with madness.

"Get away from me." she shrieked, plunging her dagger into Nakul’s shoulder. The force of the blow sent him crashing to the ground, blood staining his tunic as he clutched the wound, his face pale with shock.

"No!" Sehdev screamed, rushing toward her. "Drau, stop this. Please, fight it."

But she spun around, her movements swift and violent. Without a second thought, she lashed out, her blade slicing across Sehdev’s side. He stumbled back, pain coursing through his body, disbelief and sorrow mingling in his eyes.

"Draupadi, please." he gasped, his hand pressed to his bleeding wound. "You’re hurting us…"

But Draupadi wasn’t herself. Inside, her mind was breaking, trapped in a nightmare she couldn’t escape. I don’t want to hurt them! she sobbed silently. Why can’t I stop? The darkness that held her in its grip laughed in her ear, reveling in her torment.

As Arjun, Nakul, and Sehdev staggered back, injured and confused, the rest of the family watched in stunned horror.

"She’s possessed…" Duryodhan growled, his fists clenched at his sides. "Someone’s controlling her..."

Dhara clutched his arm, her face pale with fear. "We have to help her." she cried. "She’s our family."

Bhanumati’s eyes filled with tears as she watched her sister-in-law lash out uncontrollably. "What has been done to her? This isn’t the Draupadi we know…"

Pauravi, standing beside her, shook her head, disbelief etched in her features. "She would never hurt them willingly. We need to stop this…"

Karn, who had Ayushman shackled at his feet, watched the scene unfold with a mixture of horror and fury.

"What have you done to her?" he spat at Ayushman, his voice low and dangerous. But Ayushman only smirked, reveling in the chaos he had unleashed.

From where he stood, Bhism’s heart ached. He was a man of war, but this—this was a battle he couldn’t fight.

"This magic… it’s too powerful," he whispered, his voice laced with helplessness. "How can we break its hold?"

Gandhari’s hands trembled as she reached out to her son Duryodhan, fear clouding her sightless eyes. "My children… my family… they’re tearing each other apart…" she murmured, her voice filled with despair.

"Do something!" Duryodhan roared, his voice shaking with frustration and helplessness. He had fought countless enemies, but watching his family crumble like this was unbearable. "We can’t just stand here!"

Dhritarashtra’s fists clenched at his sides, his blind eyes turned to the sky. "This is a curse upon us all…" he muttered, bitterness in his voice. "And we must bear it."

"Enough of this!" Gandhar Raj growled, stepping forward, but he was stopped by Bhism, who placed a hand on his shoulder. "What can we do, Gandhar Raj?" Bhism asked, his voice low. "It’s not her—it’s the magic controlling her."

Bhanumati fell to her knees beside Kunti, her tears mingling with the blood on the ground. "We can’t lose her like this…" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the chaos.

Kunti’s face was pale as she clutched a still-bleeding Bheem, her heart breaking into pieces. "What has happened to her?" she cried, her voice shaking with grief. "How could this happen to our Draupadi?"

When Kunti gazed around the battlefield was a living nightmare. Draupadi, the woman who had stood as the heart and soul of their family, was now a weapon of destruction.

Her movements, graceful once but now cruel and swift, brought pain and devastation upon the men who loved her. Each slash of her blade was precise, driven by an unseen force that controlled her every movement.

Arjun staggered back, blood seeping from the deep gash on his arm. Nakul clutched his side, his breathing ragged, while Sehdev knelt, his face twisted in pain as blood dripped from his shoulder.

But the worst part wasn’t the wounds—they had all endured physical pain before. It was the torment in her eyes, the silent plea for help as her body betrayed them all.

Yudhisthir, his heart breaking, reached out as though his touch alone could calm her. "Draupadi!" His voice cracked with emotion. "Please… come back to us. Fight it. You can fight this."

But there was no response. Draupadi's body was no longer hers, and every attempt at reason fell to silence, lost beneath the tide of dark magic.

Kunti sobbed from a distance, her hands pressed against her mouth, her body trembling with terror and helplessness. "My child…" she whispered, her voice trembling, barely audible. "Not like this, please…"

Karn stood rooted in place, his knuckles white as he gripped the hilt of his sword. His heart thundered in his chest, torn between his fierce loyalty to Draupadi and his desperate need to protect his brothers.

He had never imagined a moment like this, where the woman he admired, the woman who had been a pillar of their world, would become the blade that tore them apart.

Bhism’s face was etched with sorrow, his eyes glistening with unshed tears as he watched the family he had once guided unravel before him. "This is not the way it was meant to be," he whispered, his voice heavy with grief. "She was never meant to suffer like this."

In the midst of it all, Ayushman’s laughter echoed, twisted and malevolent, relishing every ounce of pain he had inflicted. It was more than Bheem could bear.

With a roar that shook the earth, Bheem charged toward Ayushman, fury radiating from his massive frame. The red haze setting up on him.

The ground beneath him trembled as he tackled the dark sorcerer, his hands locking around Ayushman’s throat.

The sound of Ayushman’s laughter faded into a gurgle as Bheem tightened his grip, his rage so consuming it blocked out everything else.

"I’ll kill you!" Bheem’s voice was a primal growl, his hands squeezing with every ounce of strength. He could feel the fury shimmering under his skin like a violent wave of fire.

He wanted the bastard's blood.

His vision tunneled, filled only with the image of Ayushman’s face contorted in pain. "You’ll pay for this! You’ll pay for every drop of blood she spills!"

But as Bheem’s rage surged, Draupadi’s body jerked violently.

She staggered, her breath hitching as though she had been struck.

Her hand shot to her chest, and a strangled gasp escaped her lips as the dark magic tethered her life to Ayushman’s.

The connection between them, forged by dark sorcery, was now taking its toll.

"Draupadi!" Arjun’s scream ripped through the battlefield as he sprinted toward her, his eyes wide with terror.

He reached her just in time to catch her as she collapsed to the ground, her body shuddering. "No! No, no, no, this can’t be happening!"

Yudhisthir, Nakul, and Sehdev rushed to her side, their faces pale with horror as they knelt around her, desperate to understand what was happening.

"Stop him!" Sehdev shouted, his voice thick with panic. "Bheem! You have to stop! You’re killing her!"

But Bheem was deaf to their cries. His eyes were locked on Ayushman, who now grinned through the pain, his voice a raspy, mocking whisper.

"That’s it… Bheem. Kill me. Kill your wife with your own hands."

Draupadi’s breathing faltered, her chest rising and falling with increasing difficulty as the magic drained the life from her.

Yudhisthir cradled her head in his hands, his voice breaking as he begged her to hold on. "Stay with us, Draupadi. We’re right here. Just hold on. Please…"

Kunti screamed from across the battlefield, her voice filled with pure terror. "Bheem, stop! She’s dying!"

Dhara, Bhanumati, and Gandhari stood in the distance, their faces frozen in disbelief, too shocked to move, their minds struggling to comprehend the horror unfolding before them.

Bhanumati clutched Duryodhan’s arm, her fingers digging into his skin as though she could anchor herself from the nightmare. "This can’t be real. This can’t be happening…"

Duryodhan’s face, usually hard and unyielding, was etched with a mixture of sorrow and fury.

"We have to stop him. He’s going to kill her!" He took a step forward but was frozen, his heart pounding with helplessness. He had faced many battles, many enemies, but none like this.

Ayushman’s laughter grew weaker, but his satisfaction was palpable as Bheem’s fury threatened to consume them all. "Come on, Bheem," he wheezed. "Finish me. End this."

But just as Bheem’s hands tightened around Ayushman’s throat once more, Karn appeared, grabbing Bheem’s arm and wrenching him away.

"Stop!" Karn bellowed, his voice shaking with urgency. "You’re killing her! Can’t you see that? Let him go!"

Bheem’s chest heaved, his rage still boiling beneath the surface, but Karn’s words cut through the fog of his mind.

His eyes darted to Draupadi, now lying motionless in her husbands’ arms, her breathing shallow, her lips pale. He stumbled back, his legs weak as the full weight of what he had done hit him.

"Draupadi…" Bheem’s voice was a hoarse whisper, filled with guilt and anguish. His hands trembled as he looked at her, the woman who had been in his world, now slipping away because of his uncontrollable fury.

Ayushman, coughing and wheezing, managed a sick smile. "You’re weak, Bheem. You could’ve ended this. But you don’t have it in you."

Bheem jerked forward, ready to strike him again, but Karn stepped between them, his eyes blazing. "No. Enough." His voice was firm, unyielding. "He’s not worth her life."

The battlefield was still, the tension hanging heavy in the air as Bheem stared at Ayushman with a mixture of rage and helplessness.

Every part of him screamed to finish what he started, to make Ayushman pay for everything he had done, but he couldn’t. Not if it meant losing Draupadi.

In the distance, Bhisma’s voice trembled with despair as he watched the scene unfold. "This is not the way of honor," he whispered, his heart aching at the sight of the broken family. "This is not the way of love."

Tears filled Arjun’s eyes as he held Draupadi close, rocking her gently as if his presence alone could keep her from slipping away.

"Stay with me, Draupadi. Don’t leave us… Please don’t leave us." His voice was thick with grief, his heart shattering at the thought of losing her.

Yudhisthir, normally so composed, was on the verge of collapse as he cradled her hand in his.

"We’ve lost so much already," he whispered, his voice raw with emotion. "Don’t let us lose you too."

Sehdev’s hands trembled as he pressed them to her chest, feeling the faint beat of her heart slowing with each passing second. "Draupadi…" His voice broke. "I can’t lose you. Not like this."

Nakul, always the optimist, had no words, only tears that streamed down his face as he pressed his forehead against her shoulder, willing her to stay, to fight, even though it seemed like all hope was gone.

Draupadi’s breaths came in shallow, uneven gasps, her body weak and trembling. The magic that had bound her to Ayushman was still tethered, draining her life with every breath she took.

But somewhere deep inside, a spark of awareness remained.

She could feel the connection between her life and Ayushman’s, the dark magic that bound them together, and an idea began to form in her mind—one final, desperate act to break free.

She could feel it—the curse, the tether that linked their fates.

If Ayushman lived, she would continue to be his puppet. But if she broke the bond… If she sacrificed herself, maybe, just maybe, she could end this nightmare once and for all.

Her body convulsed, her eyes fluttering open for a brief moment. Her husbands were around her, their faces filled with love and despair, their hearts breaking as they watched her slip away.

And in that moment, Draupadi made her choice. . .

Her eyes flew open, the dark magic that clogged her senses like that, controlled her once again as she screamed, standing up from Arjun's arm, pushing him away.

Draupadi, the woman who had been the light in the Pandavas’ lives, was now moving toward Nakul with deadly intent. Her eyes, once filled with warmth and love, were cold, darkened by the magic that held her captive.

The Pandavas and the Kuruvanshis moved back, taking a defensive stance but none were ready to attack.

But instead, Ayushman's lips moved, energy cackled in the air as a dark dome of energy formed around her and Nakul.

The Kuruvanshis' rushed around it, banging their fists on it.

Nakul stood frozen for a moment, his heart breaking at the sight of his wife, his beloved Draupadi, approaching him with the same ruthless ferocity he had seen her reserve only for enemies.

His grip on his sword tightened, his mind racing. This wasn’t her, not truly. But the blade she held gleamed, and the dark magic swirling around her gave no pause.

"Draupadi, please..." Nakul’s voice was thick with desperation as he backed away, his eyes wide with disbelief. "This isn’t you. Fight it. You have to fight it!"

He didn't want to harm her.

Never her.

But there was no recognition in her gaze, no hesitation as she lunged toward him, her sword cutting through the air with lethal precision.

He barely parried the blow, the force of it sending him stumbling back.

The dark magic in her veins fueling her with malicious power.

"Draupadi." he shouted, his voice cracking with the pain of knowing the woman he loved was now trying to end his life. "You have to stop this!"

The others watched in horror, frozen for a moment as the unthinkable unfolded before them.

"No!" Arjun’s scream tore through the battlefield as he rushed toward them, his heart pounding in his chest. He couldn’t let this happen. Not Nakul. Not Draupadi.

Bheem’s chest heaved, rage and helplessness warring within him as he watched his wife, his Draupadi, transformed into this weapon of destruction. "We have to stop her." he bellowed, his voice a mix of fury and terror. "We can’t let this happen."

Kunti’s wail pierced the air, her hands trembling as she clung to Gandhari, unable to bear the sight of her sons being torn apart by the woman they all cherished. "No, no, no! Not my children, not like this!"

Gandhari, blind but sensing the dread in every heart around her, whispered a prayer, her voice heavy with grief. "May the gods have mercy…"

Karn clenched his fists, his heart shattering into a thousand pieces as he watched his brothers fight the woman they all loved.

His voice was hoarse when he spoke, barely able to contain the emotion coursing through him. "This cannot be how it ends. We have to save her. We have to save them all."

But Ayushman’s laughter rang out above the chaos, pure and malevolent, his eyes gleaming with insane joy.

"Yes! Kill him, Draupadi! Slay your husband and seal their fate!" He cackled, reveling in the torment he had created. "This is what I wanted all along. For you to destroy everything you love!"

Draupadi’s movements were swift, deadly, each strike aimed at Nakul with unwavering precision.

Nakul dodged, parried, but the sheer force behind her attacks was overwhelming. He was skilled, but this was Draupadi—his wife, his love. His heart was breaking with every blow.

Yudhisthir stood frozen, disbelief and agony etched into every line of his face as he watched. "Draupadi..." he begged, his voice choked with tears. "Don’t do this! Please don’t do this!" His knees buckled, the weight of it all crushing him. He had never felt so powerless.

He hated himself. He slammed hard against the dome of energy, burning himself in the process.

Sehdev, barely able to stand after his own injury, pushed himself forward, his body trembling with fear. "Draupadi, it’s me! Sehdev! Please… come back to us…"

But it was no use.

Draupadi’s body moved with cold, calculated precision, driven by the dark magic that had taken her over.

Terror permeated the air.

She disarmed Nakul with a swift strike, sending his sword clattering to the ground, and in a heartbeat, she had him pinned beneath her, her dagger raised, ready to plunge into his throat.

"No!" Yudhisthir screamed, his heart shattering as he rushed toward them, but he knew, deep down, that he wouldn’t make it in time. None of them would. As they all slammed their bodies hard against the dome.

Agony burst through their bodies. Panic fueling their system.

No not Nakul!

A wave of dark energy blasted them back, they stumbled coughing, blood pouring down the lips of all the Kuruvanshis.

Their hearts pumping with anxiety, as terror seeped in their veins.

"No please not him." Yudhisthir whispered, his voice heavy with pain.

"Oh god please!" Arjun roared.

"Draupadi stop it! I'll kill you I swear if you touch him!" Karn roared through the dome.

"Don't touch him!" Duryodhan shouted.

Arjun’s heart pounded in his chest, every muscle straining as he sprinted toward his brother, but he was too far. " Stop it! I'm telling you Draupadi, snap out of the madness already damn it, he is your husband!"

"Fight back Nakul! Attack her!" Shouted Bhism.

"Bhabhishree, stop. Please." Dushasan's voice was thick with emotion, tears streaming down his face as he reached out, but the distance between them was too great.

"Draupadi! Don't do something you'll regret for your whole life!" Dhristadyumn screamed.

"Let him go!" Bheem roared.

Time seemed too slow. The world narrowed to Draupadi, her dagger poised above Nakul, and the look of pure terror and heartbreak on Nakul’s face as he stared up at the woman he loved, knowing she was about to end his life.

If he wanted he could kill her, but...how could he...his love shackled him down.

As the most powerful warrior nobody could defeat him. But when the enemy was his Drau, how could he ever win?

He gave her a watery smile, coughing up blood.

"Nighty night handsome face." She hissed in his ear.

The other Pandavas watched, helpless, their souls shattered by the cruel twist of fate. This wasn’t how their story was supposed to end. They were supposed to fight together, to stand as one. But now, it felt like everything was falling apart.

Ayushman’s laughter grew louder, more maniacal. "Yes! This is it! Kill him! Watch as everything you love is torn apart, Draupadi! Watch as you destroy it all!"

"I love you." Nakul whispered, his dark orbs locking with her cold ones. "Who knew I would die such a pretty death, in the arms of my love." He smiled affectionately, pain blanketing his features.

But just as the dagger descended, something shifted. Draupadi’s hand trembled, her eyes flickering with something—recognition, love, pain. For a moment, just a heartbeat, she broke free.

"No…" she whispered, her voice filled with agony as she fought against the dark magic, her body shaking with the effort. "I won’t… I won’t do this…"

Hope soared high in the chest of Kuruvanshis'. A wave of happiness rushed through them.

"She's breaking free..." Arjun whispered in joy and relief.

The dagger faltered, her hand hovering over Nakul’s neck as she struggled to regain control of her body.

Tears streamed down her face as she looked at him, her husband, her love, the man she had sworn to protect.

"Arya…" Her voice was soft and broken. "I’m sorry…I can't control it for long...and I can't harm you...none of you." She gazed in his eyes and than each of her family members.

Tears of agony soaked down her cheeks, "I am sorry." She whispered, choking on a sob, she screamed fighting with the darkness that tugged her down in nothingness, she warred against it.

Her heart felt like it was cracking open as she protested the magic's command to slay Nakul.

She moved back from Nakul, who struggled to sit up, the world turning on its axis, and dark spots danced his vision from the blood loss from his injuries.

She tried to tame the darkness.

"Yes Drau you can do it!"

Distantly she could hear her family cheer, their joy, their hope, but she knew she wasn't strong enough.

Nakul crouched beside her, holding his head.

She lunged to attack him, he stumbled back, the blade nicked his neck, ready to slay him. And then before anyone could even blink, in a single, desperate act of defiance, Draupadi turned the dagger on herself.

Nakul reached out to pull her hand back, panic and terror flaying his heart, but he was too late, a second too late.

"No!" The collective scream of her husbands echoed across the battlefield as they lunged toward her, but it was too late. The blade pierced her chest, the blood blooming like a dark flower against her skin.

Horror iced the area, as every one froze, the world seemed to halt on its axis.

This couldn't be possible...

No...

There was no way. . .

Before everything came back in a flash of  loud roaring reality.

Nakul broke her fall before she could hit the ground, his arms wrapping around her.

No no no!

"Draupadi… no… no, no, no!" His hands shook as he reached up to cradle her face, his tears falling onto her skin. "Why… Why would you do this?"

Terror like never before seeped in his bones, agony tore his guts, he screamed to the skies, his pain filled roar tearing the dark sky.

Why her?!

The dark magic in her snapped, agony bursted through Ayushman's body, and the dome of the dark magic shattered.

Nakul with his heart breaking, pulled Draupadi into his arms, holding her close as her breathing grew shallow. "Drau… please, stay with us. Baby I am begging you. Please don’t leave us…" His voice cracked, raw with grief as he pressed his forehead against hers.

He trembled hard, no, this can't be real.

Yudhisthir fell hard on his knees beside them, his hand trembling as he took hers, his soul shattering into pieces. "I can’t… I can’t lose you…Move it! Sehdev! Help her!" He roared, his terror pumping through his veins.

Sehdev fell on his knees, his hands pressing around the wohnd with cloth. "We need to move her!" He snapped, urgency fuling his body.

Arjun picked her up, "We will get you fixed." He whispered.

"To the infirmary!" Sehdev roared, tugging on Nakul, "Snap out of it! She isn't dead, but will be if you don't move!" He shouted.

Nakul blinked, his eyes moving to his wife, before he nodded, she needed him.

To hell with everything, everything could wait.

There is no way he is going to let her die.

Just as Arjun rushed to the infirmary, chaos ensued as they ran down the corridors.

The doors to the infirmary were bursted open as they laid her down on the bed.

Sehdev shouted orders, but the blood flow was too much. His hands shook as he cleared her wounds.

"It's all going to be fine." Yudhisthir whispered in her ears, kissing the side of her head.

"You'll be as good as new baby girl." Bheem whispered, terror poisoning his heart, as he prayed and prayed harder than he ever had in his life.

"Take my life but not hers." Arjun whispered, with his eyes shut.

Nakul and Sehdev were all over the place, when she trembled her eyes fluttered open.

"Arya..." Her soft voice caressed their ears, and for a moment the world stopped mid movement.

"Drau..." They whispered.

She smiled, the most beautiful and broken smile. As she gazed at each of their faces, as those memorising them deep in her memory.

"It's all going to be fine..." She whispered, her voice too soft but they heard it.

"Shh don't talk like that." Bheem shook his head, tears freely flowing down her cheeks.

"I love you all." She choked a sob.

"Shh don't cry, Don't say it like this, we have all the time in the universe. Now you just relax." Sehdev's voice was thick with emotions.

"Yea he is right." Yudhisthir ran his fingers through her hair.

"It's all going to be fine." Arjun promised.

"And soon we'll all be together. Happy like how we had been." Nakul added.

She just smiled. Her eyes hazy, dread seeped in their bones, as a lone tear traced down her cheeks.

"You are the most beautiful parts of my life. I love you all..."

Sehdev and Arjun clung to her, their tears falling freely, their hearts too broken to speak. She was slipping away, and there was nothing they could do.

But Draupadi smiled softly, her eyes filled with love as she looked at them all. "It’s okay," she whispered, her voice weak but filled with peace. "It’s going to be okay…"

"No!" Bheem’s roar of anguish tore through the battlefield as he collapsed beside her, his hands trembling as he cradled her limp body. "Don’t leave us, Draupadi. Don’t leave me…Everything is going to be fine." His voice broke as he sobbed, his heart breaking at the sight of the woman he loved dying in his arms.

Karn, standing beside them, could do nothing but watch, his own eyes filled with tears. For the first time in his life, he felt utterly powerless.

The others stood frozen in shock, their hearts shattered as they watched the scene unfold. Kunti’s wails echoed through the air, her grief too profound for words.

Draupadi’s breaths grew shallower, her eyes fluttering as the darkness began to close in. But she smiled at them, her husbands, the men she had loved with all her heart. "I love you… all of you…"

And then, with a final, soft breath, her eyes closed, and she was gone.

The world stood still. Time stopped. All that remained was the broken, anguished cries of her husbands as they held her, their hearts shattered beyond repair.

Out in the gardens Ayushman’s laughter, though weaker, still echoed in the background. "What a fitting end…" he whispered as he coughed up blood, his soul abandoning his body, as he gazed lifelessly at the dark sky.

But no one heard him.

All they could hear was the sound of their own breaking hearts as the woman they loved slipped away forever. . .

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