Arjun's POV:

Every part of my body was bleeding, my skin was torn by the whip but I felt nothing, no pain, no fear, just nothing. It didn't matter anymore what happens to me, I already felt dead. My eyes could only focus on was my younger brother, who laid in the pool of his own blood. He was just six, he was innocent. He had done nothing to deserve this.

Nothing at all. I felt my jaw being gripped in a harsh grip and made me look up, "See this, let this burn into your memory! This is your fault. He died because of you. You are the reason for the state of your own brother you monster!" Virendra  shouted as his grip tightened on me and pushed me on the floor.

I felt nothing, he was right this was my fault, if only I would have surrendered myself to them my brother would have been not beaten half to death by him.

"You don't deserve to live. You are monsters. You have no control on your own selves, all you people are good is for to be slaves. That's all you can do, serve us!" He spat the words as he continued to kick me in my ribs I did nothing, I just laid there motion less my mind playing the memories of my brother, my Sehdev.

His innocent smile, the way he called my name."Arju Bhraata !" He would exclaim every time he saw me, the cute faces that he would make while telling me how his day had went, I was swimming in and out of consciousness as the memories continued play in my mind. "Pathetic." Virendra spat the word with disgust before he kicked me for a last time and left the cell.

I felt two soldiers wrap their arms wrap around me and pulling me up and dragging me down the dark cold hallways. I don't how long they dragged me or where they were taking me all I knew was the numbness that had settled on my soul, this cold blanket of numbness prevented me from feeling anything.

It was like a never ending abyss and I was just falling. Falling and falling with no end, with no one to hold me, no one, all there was a never ending darkness and soul chilling emptiness that sat heavily on my heart. I never knew that an empty soul could be this heavy.

I was pushed hardly on the cold stone floor, I didn't even notice that I had reached the cell where my other brothers were, warm arms wrapped around me and I was pulled against a  hard chest, holding me preventing me from falling down as my legs could no longer hold me.

A little warmth flooded my body as they hugged me, I heard multiple growls coming from around me before I was picked and slowly laid on a bed with on my front side as my back was completely torn.

"Arjun don't worry, we'll heal you." Bhraata Bheem's voice was laced with pain yet I just nodded my body was just to numb I wanted to hug him to elevate the pain in his voice but right now all I could do was lay there, not looking at anyone of them, my thoughts going back to the innocent smile that Sehdev would always give me when he saw me.

"Arjun"  I heard someone call, but I didn't reply my mind was way to focused on the memories that I had shared with my brother, my mind was hazy as Sehdev's images continued to play in my mind. The memories that I shared with him were too precious, to him I was his hero. His ideal, he wanted to be like me when he grew up and what did I do? I harmed him. I wasn't even able to save him from that pain.

My heart felt as though it was made out of stone, it was heavy with guilt. I could hear the voice of my brothers, their pleads but I was too far of gone to actually recover. A part of me forever broken...

Third Person's POV:

"ARJUN!" Bheem shouted as he watched his sleeping brother twist and turn in his sleep, "ARJUN!" Yudhisthir called as he shook his brother, "Jyest please!" Nakul begged, "jyest please wake up!"  Sehdev shook him violently, Arjun sat up with a gasp, sweat beading on his forehead as he looked around the room, his eyes filled with fear and terror as his face looked around, as though expecting to still be in the cell, where Virendra had tortured him and his brothers since they were just seven, his eyes focused on Sehdev, he looked at his youngest brother, examining his body as terror and dread pulsed through his body making him forget about everything, all the common sense abandoned him as he looked at his youngest brother, as the memories of the flashed through his mind, his six year old self laying on the ground with his body mangled from being tortured, there was not one part of his body that was not either swollen or bleeding.

He gazed at his brother, "Sehdev. . ." He whispered brokenly as he cupped his cheek and pulled him in a hug, Sehdev hugged his brother with just as much love and fear, the other brothers joined the hug too, they had freed themselves from that torture chamber of Virendra after eight years of continuous abuse, eight years of torment, mentally and physically.

Eight years, most people who were there with them had died within a year but they, they had survived, they had lived through all the abuse, Virendra had broken them, shattered them, they were in pieces, the terror, the loneliness, the coldness,no one understood pain and suffering better than this five brothers, no one. They knew how it felt to wait for someone to come and rescue them, how with every ray of sun their hope woke that today someone will come and save them, that at least today they won't be going through any form of torture, and how with every sunset that hope died.

Hoping just to be disappointed, this cycle went over and over again, for years,with everyday it wasn't just their physical body that broke everyday, it was their mental strength that died too, everyday the insults,the humiliation, being told over and over again that they were pathetic, they were useless, played with their mind, initially they fought the words at every step but there comes a point in life after which you just don't care, they had stopped caring, a small part of them had began believing their words, that they indeed were pathetic and useless.

After all, where they able to save their mother who was brutally raped and murdered, right in front of them, were they able to save their young sister who had met the same fate? No, they couldn't, all they could do was cry and beg, beg that they let them go and kill them! The agony and torture had been so brutal for their mother and sister that Bheem had begged Virendra that he kill his mother and sister, that he let them free of the torturous life, and Virendra had laughed right in their face, had mocked them. They had been so young then the twins were just six and Yudhisthir was nine, helpless, powerless children, what had they done to deserve this brutality of life? What had they done to deserve any of the torture that they had gone through? Why them? What karma had they done to deserve that? They cried and begged, they did everything they could, but could not save themselves or their mother or sister, five helpless kids, forced through abuse just because they were born with a power, they didn't want that power, they hated it, they hated themselves, they still did, for though they were free, their mind was still the prisoner of that torture and abuse that they had gone through at the tender age, they were forever broken, this vengeance was the only thing keeping them alive,once complete, they had no reason to live. . .

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