Wrath Of The Fallen
The sky crackled with an ominous tension, the very air trembling as if in fear.
Ayushman's sinister smile twisted into something feral as he felt the full power of the dark forces coursing through him.
But then, it came - a roar so powerful, so saturated with raw emotion, it tore through the night like an enraged storm.
A loud, furious cry shook the heavens, filled with such intensity that it silenced even the wild chanting of the four villains.
Ayushman, standing on the precipice of godlike power, froze.
His heart stuttered as the high he had relished moments before was ripped from him.
The earth trembled violently, and the blood-soaked marks they had carved into the ground cracked like brittle glass under the immense weight of an unseen force.
The demon - the colossal, monstrous entity that had nearly clawed its way into the world - screamed in furious agony.
It thrashed as if drowning, clawing against the air as it was violently forced back down into the bowels of the portal.
Its demonic shrieks echoed into the night, but even those sounds were abruptly silenced as the portal slammed shut with a thunderous crack, sealing it back into hell.
The shockwave that followed nearly knocked Ayushman and his men off their feet.
He staggered backward, his face a twisted mask of disbelief and terror.
The power that had surged through him was gone, snatched from his grasp like a fleeting dream.
The dark magic, the intoxicating energy that had swelled within him and the others, was violently ripped away, leaving them hollow and trembling.
The energy that had been drained from Draupadi and Pauravi, reducing them to skeletal, frail shells of their former selves, was suddenly thrust back into their bodies.
The force of it made them scream, their fragile forms glowing as their vitality returned in an instant.
Their skin mended, their eyes lost the gauntness of impending death, and their bodies restored to their former beauty - though the horror still lingered in their wide, haunted gazes.
Invisible shackles shattered with a loud crack, freeing the Kuruvanshis from the dark binds that had held them captive.
Gasps filled the air, followed by an eerie silence as all eyes turned toward the two women.
Their screams rang out as the magic holding them aloft snapped like a string, and they plummeted towards the earth.
But just as Draupadi and Pauravi braced themselves for the brutal impact, a massive surge of energy filled the air.
Time itself seemed to slow down, the world holding its breath. In the blink of an eye, strong, unyielding arms caught them.
The earth-shattering energy that had disrupted the ritual filled the space, and for a moment, everything was suspended in a state of breathless awe.
Draupadi blinked in disbelief, her heart hammering against her ribcage as she realized she was not falling.
She was safe, held firmly against a body radiating power. Trembling, her gaze traveled upward, and her breath caught in her throat as she met the eyes of her savior.
There, with the moonlight casting a divine glow upon him, was Nakul.
His dark hair moved gently in the wind, his chiseled face filled with a fiery mix of love, pain, and fury.
His eyes, though glassy with unshed tears, burned with such intensity that they seemed to command the universe to bow to his will. The sheer force of his presence made everything around him feel small and insignificant.
"Hey there, princess," Nakul crooned, his deep voice carrying a tenderness that contradicted the primal energy coursing through him.
His lips curled into a soft smile, though his expression was tight with emotion.
Draupadi's breath hitched. She blinked, her mind struggling to comprehend.
Could this really be him? Was this another cruel trick? "A... Arya?" Her voice cracked, thick with disbelief and the barest sliver of hope.
Nakul's smile widened, though his eyes filled with tears that finally spilled down his cheeks. "In the flesh," he jested softly, though his voice wavered with the emotion that swirled like a tempest inside him.
He slowly lowered her feet to the ground, but his arms never left her, pulling her into a tight embrace.
And that was when the floodgates opened.
Draupadi broke, her body shaking violently as she buried her face in his chest, sobs wracking her small frame.
Every emotion she had suppressed, every fear she had fought to hide, came rushing out in a tidal wave.
Nakul held her as though he was her anchor in the storm, his arms a fortress around her as she clutched him like he was the last safe place in a world of chaos.
"I'm here," Nakul whispered, his voice thick with love and anguish.
"I'm here, princess. Don't cry... please, don't cry. It breaks me... seeing you like this, it destroys me." His words trembled, raw with emotion as he pressed his lips to her forehead, holding her tighter.
He could feel his heart fracture with each sob that escaped her lips, a thousand shards of pain stabbing into his chest.
Fury burned beneath the surface of his grief.
The possessiveness and protectiveness within him had coiled into something monstrous - a poisonous desire to destroy anyone who had dared harm the woman he loved.
His body thrummed with barely contained power, and his rage simmered just below the surface, threatening to boil over.
His gaze lifted, scanning the scene before him.
His family, once bound and helpless, now slowly rose to their feet, their expressions a mirror of shock and disbelief. But then, as the weight of what had just happened sunk in, their faces shifted.
Joy, relief, and the smallest glimmer of hope broke through the terror. For the first time, they dared to believe in the impossible.
Nakul's eyes settled on Duryodhan, who held Pauravi just as tightly as Nakul held Draupadi. Duryodhan's usual stoic mask had crumbled, his face pressed against Pauravi's hair as he trembled.
The warrior who had faced a thousand battles with unwavering composure now looked fragile, vulnerable.
Nakul understood that feeling all too well. Their wives were their everything, their world, and both men had nearly lost them.
"About fucking time, dumbass," Duryodhan called out, his voice thick with emotion, though a teasing smile played on his lips. "You sure took your own damn sweet time to return."
Nakul chuckled, though it was strained. "Not my fault," he replied, his voice tight. "Blame Vasudev."
A weak laugh escaped Duryodhan as he kissed Pauravi's forehead. "Blame whoever you want. Just don't pull this crap again."
For a moment, the nightmare that had nearly consumed them all seemed to fade, replaced by the warmth of love, family, and the impossible reality of their reunion.
But beneath the joy, the fear and horror still lingered. The battle was far from over.
And Nakul knew, as he held Draupadi close, that the real fight was just beginning.
The air itself seemed to recoil in the face of Ayushman’s fury.
His chest heaved with ragged breaths, and his eyes were wild, bloodshot, and filled with an unhinged madness that spilled over like molten lava.
He gripped his head, pulling at his hair in violent frustration as though tearing at his own scalp might make sense of what had just happened.
“No, no, no, no, no!” Ayushman’s voice cracked, rising into a hysterical screech. His lips pulled back into a snarl, baring his teeth like a rabid animal.
“This is NOT happening!” His eyes darted back to the closed portal, disbelief etched into every line of his face.
“Come back, damn you! I command you to come back!” His roar was feral, his hands clawing at the ground as if he could tear the earth open with sheer willpower.
Draupad and Druveda stepped back instinctively, fear flashing in their eyes as they exchanged uneasy glances.
They had never seen Ayushman like this—completely unraveling, barely tethered to reality.
It was as though the ground had crumbled beneath his feet, and he was spiraling into an abyss of madness.
“Ayushman!” Draupad’s voice trembled, trying to regain control, but Ayushman whirled on him, his face twisted with rage.
“SHUT UP!” Ayushman’s scream was a high-pitched, ragged cry, full of venom.
“You old fool! You don’t know a damn thing! We were so close! So close to everything! I’m going to—”
He cut himself off, turning his burning gaze toward Nakul, whose calm demeanor only seemed to enrage him further.
Nakul stood tall, his arms wrapped protectively around Draupadi, her trembling form pressed against him.
His fury simmered beneath the surface, but his focus remained clear—protecting the woman he loved, the one who had endured so much.
His eyes never left Ayushman, and there was a quiet, dangerous intensity in his gaze, like a storm gathering strength.
“You ruined it,” Ayushman hissed, his voice dripping with venom as he took a step toward Nakul, his eyes blazing.
“You Kuruvanshis—you—always ruin everything! Everything!” Spit flew from his mouth as he spoke, his entire body shaking with uncontained wrath.
Nakul’s jaw clenched, his protective instincts flaring up as he tightened his hold on Draupadi.
“Back off,” he growled, his voice low and lethal. His eyes, usually warm and steady, were now pools of molten steel, reflecting his need to keep his wife safe at any cost. “You’re done here, Ayushman. You’ve lost.”
“Lost?” Ayushman’s face contorted in a grotesque mixture of fury and disbelief.
“No, no, no! I don’t lose!” His eyes gleamed with madness as he pointed a shaking finger at Nakul.
“You’re the one who’s going to lose. You and every single one of your wretched family. I’ll tear you apart, limb by limb, with my bare hands if I have to!”
Nakul’s gaze darkened, and for a moment, something deadly flickered in his eyes. His anger, long controlled, began to surface, bubbling up from the depths of his chest.
He gently released Draupadi, positioning himself in front of her, shielding her from Ayushman’s unhinged rage.
“You’re going to regret touching her,” Nakul said softly, his voice barely above a whisper, yet each word was laced with promise.
Ayushman’s laughter was manic, high-pitched, and devoid of any reason.
“Touch her? I’ll do more than that! You have no idea what’s coming, Nakul. You think you can just waltz in here and save her? You think you can save any of them?”
Nakul’s eyes glowed with fury as he stepped forward, each step deliberate and controlled, his entire body tense with the need for revenge.
His fists clenched at his sides, his knuckles white. “I’m not just going to save her,” Nakul said, his voice low and vibrating with barely contained rage.
“I’m going to destroy you for everything you’ve done.”
Draupadi clung to her husband's arm, her heart hammering in her chest as she watched the two men face off.
The weight of what she had endured, the horrors she had faced, flashed before her eyes, and her knees buckled. But Nakul’s hand was there, steady and reassuring, even as his fury simmered just beneath the surface.
His touch reminded her that she wasn’t alone—that he was there, and that he would fight for her with everything he had.
Ayushman’s face twisted into a sneer. “Destroy me? You?” He barked a deranged laugh.
“I am power! I am darkness! And you’re nothing but a fool who came back too late.”
Nakul’s expression hardened, and something dangerous flared in his chest.
His hands trembled, but not with fear—with the barely controlled urge to rip Ayushman apart.
“I should have been here sooner,” Nakul admitted, his voice rough, but steady. “I’ll live with that every day. But I’m here now. And I swear to you, Ayushman—you won’t be walking away from this.”
Ayushman’s eyes glinted with deranged amusement. “Bold words, Kuruvanshi. But you’re forgetting one thing—I’m still stronger than you.” His voice dropped, filled with the promise of violence. “I will end you.”
Nakul’s lips curled into a cold, humorless smile. “Then try.”
Without warning, Ayushman lunged, his face contorted with animalistic rage, swinging his fist toward Nakul’s face.
But he was ready. He moved with precision and speed, catching Ayushman’s arm mid-swing and twisting it with brutal force. Ayushman howled in pain, his body jerking as Nakul’s grip tightened.
“You think you know power?” The first son of Madri hissed, his voice filled with the same deadly calm that had marked his every move. “You don’t know the first thing about it.”
Ayushman snarled, trying to break free, but Nakul’s strength was overwhelming.
“You think you can stop me?” Ayushman spat, his voice cracking with fury. “I’ll kill you! I’ll kill all of you!”
Nakul’s gaze never wavered. “You already tried. You failed.”
With a swift motion, Nakul slammed Ayushman to the ground, his body hitting the earth with a sickening thud.
Ayushman groaned, his head spinning as pain shot through his body, but the fire in his eyes never dimmed.
Nakul loomed over him, his chest heaving with controlled rage. “This ends now, Ayushman. No more games. No more hurting the people I love.”
Ayushman’s eyes filled with hatred as he glared up at Nakul, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “I’ll be back,” he hissed, a twisted smile forming on his lips. “You can’t stop me. You’ll never stop me.”
Nakul leaned down, his face inches from Ayushman’s. “Watch me.”
As Nakul’s eyes burned with the fire of vengeance, Ayushman’s expression faltered. For the first time, the glimmer of fear flickered in his gaze.
Nakul stood tall, stepping back toward Draupadi, his protectiveness burning brighter than ever.
His heart thundered in his chest as he wrapped his arms around her once again, pulling her close, his body still tense, but his mind clear.
“I’ve got you,” Nakul whispered softly into her hair, his hand caressing the back of her head. “I won’t let him hurt you ever again.”
And as Ayushman lay on the ground, writhing in fury and frustration, Nakul held Draupadi tighter, the storm in him settling—but his need for justice, for revenge, remained as strong as ever.
This wasn’t over. Not yet.
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