The air was thick with tension and blood as the battlefield roared with chaos and death. Arjun and Karna stood tall, their bows drawn, divine energy crackling around them like a storm waiting to be unleashed.

Their eyes were sharp, filled with fury and protectiveness, as they scanned the carnage, their minds focused on one thing: rescuing Sehdev, their younger brother.

"He's close," Arjun murmured, his voice tight with concern as he scanned the battlefield.

His sharp eyes caught sight of Sehdev, shackled and held captive by Drupad.

The sight made his blood boil. Drupad, Draupadi's father, the man who had allowed his daughter to suffer so much torment, was now using his son as leverage.

Karna's jaw tightened, and his eyes flashed with a lethal rage. "That bastard is going to pay," he snarled.

His grip on his bow tightened as his protective instincts surged. "Sehdev is ours to protect. No one touches our brother."

Without hesitation, the two brothers moved forward, their movements swift and lethal as they approached Drupad.

The old king, surrounded by his dead soldiers, looked smug, believing he had the upper hand. But he hadn't faced the wrath of the Pandavas yet-not fully.

Drupad's cold eyes glinted as he held a blade to Sehdev's neck.

"Come any closer, and he dies," Drupad threatened, a cruel smile twisting his lips. "Your brother's life is in my hands, and I won't hesitate to end it."

Karna's lip curled in disdain as he aimed his bow directly at Drupad. "Don't make the mistake of thinking you hold power here, Drupad," he growled. "We're not afraid of you."

Sehdev, despite his bonds, looked calm. His eyes flickered between his older brothers, trusting them with his life. "He's a coward, brothers," Sehdev spat, his voice defiant. "He hides behind me because he knows he's already lost."

Arjun's eyes darkened as his fury rose. "Sehdev is right. You've lost, Drupad," Arjun said coldly. "Let him go, or you'll wish you had never crossed paths with us."

Drupad sneered, pressing the blade harder against Sehdev's skin.

"Brave words, Arjun. But you forget-I've already won. Draupadi, your precious wife, was my daughter first. I let her suffer. You can't change that."

At the mention of Draupadi, the rage within Arjun and Karna ignited like wildfire. Arjun's voice was deathly quiet. "You'll regret those words."

Before Drupad could respond, Arjun moved with god-like speed.

His bow thrummed with divine energy as he released an arrow, not at Drupad, but at the bonds restraining Sehdev.

The arrow flew with precision, guided by Arjun's will. It sliced through the chains, shattering them instantly, freeing Sehdev.

Drupad's eyes widened in shock as Sehdev leaped to his feet, now free. But before Drupad could react, Karna stepped forward.

"Drupad is yours," Karna said, his voice filled with cold fury. He glanced at Arjun and Sehdev. "Take him. Make him pay for what he's done to Draupadi."

Karna turned his back on Drupad, leaving him to his brothers as he strode toward the rest of the battlefield, his eyes fixed on the remaining dead soldiers.

"I'll deal with the others," he called over his shoulder, his voice filled with calm rage. "No one else touches my brothers."

Arjun nodded, his eyes narrowing as he turned his full attention to Drupad.

"Your time has come, Drupad," Arjun said, his voice low and dangerous. "You tormented our wife, your own daughter. Now you'll know what true suffering feels like."

Sehdev stepped forward, his eyes burning with a fierce protectiveness.

"We're not giving you a quick death," he said, his voice filled with venom. "You'll suffer, just like Draupadi did."

The fight that ensued was brutal. Arjun and Sehdev attacked Drupad with a fury that was terrifying to behold.

Arjun's arrows flew with deadly precision, piercing Drupad's flesh, causing blood to spill in crimson streams.

Each arrow was laced with divine power, igniting small fires upon impact, burning Drupad's skin.

Drupad screamed, his body writhing in agony, but Arjun showed no mercy. He circled his enemy, his eyes cold and unrelenting.

"Did Draupadi scream like this?" Arjun hissed, his voice filled with venom. "Did you enjoy her suffering?"

Sehdev followed suit, his sword flashing in the moonlight as he slashed at Drupad's legs, crippling him.

Blood splattered across the ground, and Drupad fell to his knees, gasping in pain. "This is for Draupadi," Sehdev growled. "For every tear she shed because of you."

Drupad's face twisted in agony as Sehdev's sword cut deep, severing tendons and shattering bones.

The old king's body convulsed with pain, his screams echoing across the battlefield.

Arjun, his eyes glowing with divine fury, fired another arrow, this one aimed at Drupad's chest.

The arrow struck true, embedding itself in Drupad's heart, but it did not kill him immediately.

Instead, it unleashed a slow, torturous fire within Drupad's veins.

Drupad gasped, his body trembling as the fire consumed him from the inside. His skin blistered, his flesh blackening as the divine flames ravaged him.

"You... you'll all burn for this..." Drupad rasped, his voice weak and filled with hatred.

Arjun stepped closer, his bow still drawn. "We'll see," he said coldly. "But tonight, you die."

Sehdev, his eyes filled with hatred, delivered the final blow. His sword plunged into Drupad's chest, twisting as it pierced his heart.

Drupad's body jerked violently, his eyes widening in shock and pain. Blood gushed from the wound, spilling onto the ground like a river of death.

Drupad's final breath was a gurgle of agony as his body slumped to the ground, lifeless.

Arjun and Sehdev stood over his corpse, their faces hard with satisfaction and vengeance. "He's dead," Sehdev muttered, wiping the blood from his sword. "It's over."

Arjun nodded, his eyes still blazing with fury. "For Draupadi," he said quietly. "And for every woman who suffered because of him."

They turned their backs on Drupad's lifeless form, walking away from the carnage as the battlefield continued to rage around.

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The battlefield lay drenched in blood and gore, an eerie stillness settling over the ruins of what was once a sacred place.

Bodies littered the ground, twisted in agonizing poses of death, but amidst the chaos, Nakul's steps were unwavering.

His heart pulsed with vengeance, his mind singularly focused on the monster who had tormented Draupadi-the woman he cherished above all else. His wife. His reason to breathe.

The man-or what was left of him-stood before him.

A half-dead abomination, his skin bleached a sickly white, almost translucent, with veins of darkness that webbed across his cracked face.

His eyes were empty voids, black as night, radiating malice. This was the monster who had taken pleasure in torturing Draupadi, forcing her to witness unspeakable horrors as he slaughtered five innocent women before her very eyes.

Every step he had taken toward Draupadi had been filled with mockery and cruelty, feeding off her pain.

Nakul's grip tightened on the hilt of his sword, its polished steel gleaming with divine light as if imbued with a will of its own.

He was the finest swordsman in the world-no one could match his skill or precision. And now, he was about to unleash the full weight of his wrath upon this creature.

"You remember me, don't you?" Nakul's voice was cold, a deadly calm settling over him as he stalked toward the monster. "You remember my wife, Draupadi. The woman whose life you tried to ruin."

The monster snarled, his cracked lips curling into a grotesque grin. His voice was a guttural rasp. "She screamed so beautifully."

Nakul's eyes darkened, fury flickering like a storm in his gaze. "She will never scream for you again."

With a sudden burst of speed, Nakul lunged forward, his sword flashing in the pale moonlight.

The monster raised his jagged blade to block, but Nakul's attack was too fast, too precise.

The divine sword cut through the air, severing the monster's weapon in two as though it were made of brittle wood.

"Too slow." Nakul's voice was laced with venom, his movements swift and merciless. He slashed at the monster's arm, the blade biting deep into the flesh.

A sickening crack echoed as the bones shattered, the limb hanging limp and useless at the monster's side. Dark, foul blood oozed from the wound.

The creature roared in agony, staggering back. "You can't kill me!" he spat, his voice trembling with fury and pain. "I've survived death itself!"

Nakul advanced, his gaze cold and unrelenting. "Then I'll make sure you don't survive this."

He swung his sword again, this time carving a deep gash across the monster's chest.

The white flesh split open like rotten fruit, revealing the pulsing black veins beneath.

The monster's screams filled the air, but Nakul's face remained emotionless, a mask of calm rage.

His movements were fluid, almost graceful, as he circled the beast, delivering blow after blow. Each slash was designed to maximize pain, to make the monster feel every ounce of the suffering he had inflicted on Draupadi.

"You enjoyed watching her in pain, didn't you?" Nakul taunted, his voice a low growl as he thrust his sword into the monster's leg, twisting the blade as it tore through muscle and bone.

The creature fell to his knees, his screams a chorus of agony that reverberated through the night.

"I did!" the monster rasped, his breath ragged as blood gushed from his wounds. His black eyes met Nakul's, defiant even in the face of death. "I loved watching her break."

Nakul's lips curled into a snarl. "Then watch yourself break."

With one swift, brutal strike, Nakul severed the monster's other arm, the limb falling uselessly to the ground.

The beast howled, his body wracked with spasms as his blood pooled at Nakul's feet. His once defiant eyes now flickered with fear.

"You're nothing but a coward," Nakul spat, his voice dripping with contempt.

"You preyed on defenseless women, tortured them, murdered them. And you dared to lay your hands on my wife."

He stepped closer, towering over the broken creature.

"Draupadi is stronger than you could ever comprehend. She survived your torment, and now I will make sure you feel every ounce of the pain you've caused."

The monster's breaths were shallow now, his body trembling as Nakul placed the tip of his sword against his chest, right over his blackened heart.

"This is for her," Nakul whispered, his voice suddenly soft but no less lethal.

With a final, vicious thrust, Nakul drove his sword deep into the monster's heart.

The creature's eyes widened in shock as the divine blade pierced through his chest, its light consuming the darkness within him.

His mouth opened in a silent scream, his body convulsing as his skin cracked and peeled away, disintegrating into ash.

Nakul twisted the blade one last time, ensuring the monster's death was as excruciating as possible.

The creature's form crumbled into nothing, leaving only a pile of ash and dark blood where he had once stood.

Nakul stood over the remains, his chest heaving with the intensity of his rage, his heart still burning with the need for vengeance.

"Never again," Nakul whispered, his voice hoarse. "No one will ever hurt her again."

He turned away from the ashes of the monster, his eyes blazing with determination. Draupadi had suffered enough, but now her tormentor was gone-forever.

As he walked back toward the chaos of the battlefield, Nakul's heart swelled with love for his wife.

The woman who had endured so much, yet still stood strong. The woman who had his heart, his soul, his everything.

"For you, Draupadi," Nakul whispered to the wind, as he raised his blood-stained sword once more, ready to fight for the woman he loved-until his last breath. . .

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