Tranav - Chapter 3

 TRANAV NOVEL

(Malikat Bloodline) 

CHAPTER 3

Death of Love

2968 BCE,

Profound silence blanketed the forest, broken only by the gentle whooshing of the wind and the rustling of leaves. Amidst the towering trees, one man stood motionless, his senses attuned to every sound in his surroundings. He inhaled deeply, his concentration unwavering. Suddenly, a faint cracking of a branch reached his ears, and a grin crept across his face. "You won't escape this time," he muttered, hurling a dagger toward the source of the sound.

In the blink of an eye, the figure on the tree branch leaped to another, and a second dagger soared through the air, aimed at the new perch. The man on the tree, a wicked smile on his lips, taunted, "You missed your chance, brother Dhruvya. Now, it's my turn." In an instant, he stood before Dhruvya, a blur of speed. It was Abhimanyu. He punch Dhruvya but to Abhimanyu's astonishment, Dhruvya vanished into thin air, his laughter echoing through the forest. "Is this the best you've got? Come on, brother, you can do better." A rush of high-pressure wind slammed into Abhimanyu, propelling him backward, colliding with a tree. With a grin, he pushed himself up. "You're improving, but you still have much to learn," he quipped as he punched the tree beside him. Dhruvya, who had been on that very tree, tumbled down.

Rising to his feet, Dhruvya dashed toward Abhimanyu with the speed of the wind, meeting his brother in the midst of the forest's heart. Their supernatural abilities clashed in a dazzling display of power and agility.

Abhimanyu, the embodiment of raw strength, flexed his mighty muscles, ready for action. Dhruvya, the agile wind manipulator, exuded an air of playful confidence. Leaves swirled around him as he summoned the wind's power.

Dhruvya initiated the battle with a controlled gust, trying to disorient Abhimanyu with swirling debris. Unfazed, Abhimanyu pressed forward with a devastating punch. The wind barrier Dhruvya had erected deflected the attack, sending Abhimanyu stumbling.

Seizing the moment, Dhruvya conjured a miniature tornado of leaves, sending it hurtling toward Abhimanyu. As the tempest obscured his view, Abhimanyu focused his energy. With a resounding shockwave, he dispersed the tornado, revealing himself.

Abhimanyu charged, but Dhruvya created a cushion of air, halting his brother's advance. Abhimanyu hung suspended for a moment before descending to the forest floor.

With a playful wink, Dhruvya acknowledged Abhimanyu's prowess. "Wind has its advantages."

Amid their spirited sparring, they were interrupted by a sweet yet authoritative voice. "I suppose that's enough training for today, boys." It was Vasudeva.

"What? The fun has just began" Dhruvya protested.

Vasudeva smiled and replied, "I understand, but the prayer is about to begin. I was passing through the jungle when I heard the noises, and I wanted to make sure you're being careful. You can't afford to let anyone discover your abilities."

"Yeah, we know. Last time someone found out, we lost everything," Dhruvya muttered with frustration.

Vasudeva observed Dhruvya's anger and calmly responded, "Not everything. You still have each other. Speaking of which, where is your brother?"

Abhimanyu replied, "Since his powers haven't activated yet, he doesn't train with us regularly."

Dhruvya taunted, "I bet he's up on that old oak tree, always sitting there and drawing. I don't get why he does such girly stuff. He should be here training with us."

Vasudeva smiled and remarked, "Who told you drawing is a 'girly' thing? I taught him to draw, so are you saying I'm a woman?"

Realizing his mistake, Dhruvya hastily said, "I didn't mean it like that."

Vasudeva laughed and said, "I'm just teasing you." They all shared a laugh before Vasudeva continued, "Give him some time. Rudra is still developing. Look out for him."

Taking a deep breath, Vasudeva held Abhimanyu and Dhruvya's hands. "Sons, promise me that you'll always be there for Rudra. No matter what happens, you must watch over your brother and have his back. I'm not saying Rudra is physically weak; there will come a day when his power knows no bounds, and he will need your support. I know you might not fully understand now, but time will reveal it all. Now, go and find your brother; it's time for prayer."

 

Sitting on a strong oak tree branch, Rudra stared off into nothing. The wind softly moved his wavy hair, making it seem quite peaceful around him. The natural surroundings were calm, but Rudra felt deeply sad. Next to him was a forgotten picture, reminding him of his love Nitya.

Nitya—the embodiment of his sweetest daydreams—occupied his thoughts. She had become his first and dearest friend in the Ashram, where he arrived as a timid, bewildered soul 13 years ago. At that time, Rudra had been a shy and withdrawn young boy, finding solace only in the company of his brothers. But Nitya, on that very first day, saw through his veneer of shyness and discomfort.

Their bond had grown over the years, transcending friendship, and Rudra admired how Nitya had chipped away at his rough edges. Her caring nature had drawn him in, and he reciprocated her affection in his own unique way. It was a slow, imperceptible shift from admiration to infatuation, and eventually, deep-rooted affection had blossomed into love.

However, Rudra had paid a price for harbouring such deep feelings for Nitya. The fear of losing her had prevented him from ever confessing his love. They had invested so much in their friendship that losing her altogether was unthinkable. Thoughts of Nitya inevitably surfaced in his mind, laden with the bittersweet memories they had created together.

His love for her was so profound that bearing the weight of unspoken emotions was agonizing. Every thought of Nitya felt like salt rubbed into a wound. And, just a few days ago, he had learned that Nitya had given her heart to Chirag, another fellow resident of the Ashram and one of his friends. It was a revelation that had scorched his heart and added an unbearable layer of pain to his unspoken love.

 

Suddenly, Dhruvya's voice broke through the silence. "I knew it, you liked her," he declared.

Rudra, taken aback, replied hesitantly, "What? What are you talking about, and where did you come from?"

Dhruvya dismissed his questions, saying, "Oh, that's too many questions. Come on, your mood has been off since Nitya told you she likes Chirag."

Rudra, in disbelief, retorted, "Bullshit. I have no idea what you're saying."

Abhimanyu joined the conversation, displaying the discarded portrait. "Where did you get that?" Rudra inquired.

Abhimanyu, in a sarcastic tone, responded, "You literally threw it down; anyone could have picked it up."

Putting the portrait aside, Abhimanyu got straight to the point. "That doesn't matter now. What matters is your recent behaviour. You can't keep secrets from your own brothers."

Rudra, his face reflecting sadness and his eyes welling up, confessed, "What should I tell you, Abhimanyu? What is there to tell? It's not just that I like her; I love her. But she's not mine, and I don't think she ever will be."

Abhimanyu and Dhruvya exchanged worried glances, concerned about Rudra's absence from training for the past few days.

Rudra continued to pour out his heart, "The only person I've ever loved, besides our family, is her. When she's with me, my mind is in another world. When I see her smile, all my sadness vanishes. When she talks about her day, I forget my own troubles and problems. Her little gestures make me fall for her even more. Her voice is like music to my ears, and I love listening to her. I've always wanted to tell her how I feel, but I've never felt good enough for her. I've always feared that confessing my feelings would drive her away. And now, every time I see her with Chirag, it hurts. I know it sounds selfish; she's happy with someone, but that someone isn't me. I can't even bring myself to talk to her anymore. My fear has turned into a nightmare. I can't sleep, I can't think. Every time I'm with her now, it's just an act. For the first time, I can't even be myself around her. In my fear of losing her, I'm losing myself. And you know the worst part? I've never told her how I feel. If I tell her now, it might ruin our friendship. Chirag is a good person, and he'll keep her happy, but in the end, he's not me. She'll never be with me."

Abhimanyu and Dhruvya listened carefully, their hearts heavy with concern for Rudra. They sat with him in silence, providing their presence as a source of comfort.

 

The brothers returned to the ashram, where the prayer to Lord Shiva had just begun. Nitya noticed Rudra and playfully gestured with her eyes, as if to say, "Where were you? You're late." Rudra responded with a gesture of apology.

After the prayer, Vasudeva, the ashram leader, was offering aarti to everyone. He looked at Rudra, smiled, and asked, "Are you okay?" Rudra returned the smile and replied, "Yes, Vasudeva."

"Good," Vasudeva said with a smile before moving on.

Rudra stood alone for a moment, and Nitya approached him with a warm, blushing smile. "Hey!"

"Hi," Rudra greeted her.

Nitya noticed something amiss and asked, "What happened? Is something bothering you? You've been quieter for the past couple of days. Would you like to share something with me?"

Rudra smiled and replied, "It's nothing."

"Don't lie to me. I can tell when you're not being truthful," she said, a hint of frustration in her voice.

"No, I'm not," Rudra tried to reassure her.

"Yes, you are. Okay, don't tell me if you don't want to, but please don't lie to me. My heart tells me that everything will be okay."

Rudra forced a smile and said, "I'm really okay. Please don't overthink it." Nitya sensed that Rudra was concealing something, but she decided not to press further.

"I hope things clear up soon, and you can go back to being yourself," she said, genuinely concerned.

"Yeah, don't worry about me," Rudra replied, but his thoughts were different. "Things can never be the same. I don't know how to tell you, but every time I'm with you now, it will always be an act."

"Okay, see you around," Nitya said as she walked away.

"Yeah, see you," Rudra whispered under his breath.

After Nitya left, Dhruvya and Abhimanyu approached Rudra. Dhruvya said, "Don't worry, brother. I know you'll win her back."

"Come on, Dhruvya, she's not an object or territory to win," Rudra responded.

Dhruvya chimed in, "At least I'm trying to cheer him up."

Rudra said, "Guys, seriously, I'm okay. You don't need to worry about me."

Dhruvya, in a sarcastic tone, remarked, "Yeah, we can clearly see that on your face."

"Okay, enough of this talk," Abhimanyu intervened. "Jallikattu is going to start soon. The entire village must be decorated for the celebration. I think we should go and check it out."

Rudra agreed, "That sounds like fun. What are we waiting for, then?"

 

(Jallikattu is a traditional event in which a bull of Pulikulam or Kangayam breeds, is released into a crowd of people, and multiple human participants attempt to grab the large hump on the bull's back with both arms and hang on to it while the bull attempts to escape. Participants hold the hump for as long as possible, attempting to bring the bull to a stop. In some cases, participants must ride long enough to remove flags on the bull's horns”

Jallikattu in celebrated in Pongal festival which is celebrated in southern part of India it is consider as New Year and also farmer festival.

It is celebrated in four days:

Bhogi Pongal: The first day of Pongal is called Bhogi. It is a day where cleaning and discarding of old belongings are carried out to signify a fresh start. New clothes are worn, houses are decorated in the spirit of the festivity. It delicate to lord Indra. In this day all old clothes are burn in fire.

Surya Pongal: The second day is the main day of Pongal and is celebrated as Surya Pongal. On this day, the Sun God is honoured. Colourful decorative floor patterns called kolam are drawn at the entrance of one’s home, and each household cooks a pot of fresh rice with milk at auspicious timings.

As the milk boils freely over the pot, family members shout out happily “Pongalo Pongal”! After the Pongal is offered to the Sun God, they would feast on several Pongal dishes that are prepared especially for the day.

Maatu Pongal: The third day of Pongal is called Maatu Pongal.  This day is devoted to honour and worship the cattle (Maatu) to remember the work they do – ploughing the land. Cows are bathed and adorned with multi-coloured beads, flowers garlands, and bells.)

 

As they made their way, Rudra excitedly shared an interesting story. "There's a fascinating tale behind this day," he began. "Once, Lord Shiva instructed his bull, Maatu, to go to Earth and tell people to take a daily bath and eat only once a month. However, Maatu mistakenly did the opposite. Annoyed by this, Lord Shiva cursed him to live on Earth forever and assist people with farming. And we also celebrate Jallikattu on this day."

 

Upon entering the village, the brothers were greeted by a sight of magnificent decorations. Flowers and lamps adorned every corner, while intricate Rangoli patterns graced each doorstep. Cows and bulls were bedecked and sought blessings at Lord Ganesh's temple. The streets came alive with Bharatanatyam performances, showcasing vibrant traditional attire. Silamnatam displays exhibited the skilful use of long wooden sticks. However, the main attraction was the Jallikattu event, drawing a massive crowd. In unison, the brothers exchanged glances and silently decided to join the festivities. They entered the throng and enthusiastically took part in the game. Amidst the adrenaline-fueled action, Rudra stumbled and fell onto Nitya, who was watching from the crowd with excitement, cheering him on. However, this unexpected encounter left Rudra momentarily frozen.

Nitya tried to warn him about an approaching bull, gesturing frantically, but he remained transfixed by her presence. She closed her eyes in fear as the bull charged towards Rudra. In the nick of time, Dhruvya intervened, pushing the bull away and scolding Rudra for his recklessness. He then noticed Nitya's distress and realized what had distracted Rudra.

"Ah, now I get it. But focus on the game," Dhruvya advised sternly. Rudra, overwhelmed with embarrassment, could only manage a feeble apology.

Relieved that Rudra was unharmed, Nitya opened her eyes and exchanged a farewell gesture with him. Rudra's expression changed as he watched her depart. On the other side of the arena, Abhimanyu performed a daring stunt by leaping onto a bull and calming it down. He then glanced at Rudra, who stood there with a hint of sadness in his eyes.

 

The brothers strolled through the festival, soaking in the vibrant atmosphere. Abhimanyu, curious about the recent incident, asked, "What happened back there?"

Dhruvya couldn't resist teasing Rudra and chimed in, "You should ask Rudra; he's the one who froze in the middle of everything."

Rudra admitted in a subdued tone, "Yeah, sorry about that. I got distracted."

Dhruvya pressed, "Tell him why you got distracted."

Rudra, growing frustrated, snapped, "Can you just shut up now?"

Dhruvya persisted, pointing at Nitya, "I don't think so, because the reason for your distraction is walking right here."

Nitya approached Rudra and playfully punched him in the stomach. "What were you thinking? You could've gotten hurt!"

"Ouch! That hurt. I'm sorry, I wasn't in my right state of mind. I was thinking about something else."

"Your mind's been wandering a lot lately. What's really going on with you?" Nitya inquired.

"Yeah, tell her, Rudra. You're not even telling us," Dhruvya added to the conversation, earning an angry glare from Rudra. Abhimanyu leaned in and whispered in Dhruvya’s ears, "You're a dead man, dude."

Suddenly, the crowd's noise surged with screams. They exchanged alarmed glances and rushed in the direction of the commotion. They witnessed a group of bulls gone berserk, charging into the crowd, causing panic and injuries.

"We can't just stand here. I'll handle the bulls, and you both help the people," Abhimanyu declared, his unique ability to connect with animals granting him insight into their emotions.

The brothers jumped into action, trying to regain control. Nitya spotted a girl trapped in the middle of the chaos and sprinted to rescue her. However, time was running out as a bull charged towards them. Realizing escape wasn't possible, Nitya shielded the girl with her body, her back to the oncoming bull. Just as the bull was about to strike, Rudraksha stepped in and pushed it aside. Meanwhile, Abhimanyu managed to calm one of the bulls, understanding the animal's fear as he sensed a looming tornado approaching their village.

Rudhraksh rushed over to his brothers and Nitya to share the alarming news. "What's going on? Why are the bulls so agitated?" Nitya asked.

Abhimanyu explained, "There's a massive tornado heading towards the village. That's why the animals are so frightened. They sense the danger."

Nitya immediately took charge, saying, "We need to act quickly before it's too late."

 

The brothers decided to head towards the side of the village from which the tornado was approaching. They observed a massive, circular tornado of air heading straight for the village, a destructive force capable of levelling the entire settlement.

Rudra, his eyes widened by the sight, exclaimed, "Wow, it's enormous! It could obliterate the entire village!"

Dhurvya, with a hint of confidence, declared, "I can stop it."

Rudra urged him, "Then what are you waiting for? Do something!"

Dhurvya hesitated, haunted by memories of their previous attempt to help when they had lost their parents. He questioned the worth of aiding humans. "Why should we help them? In fact, I think we should just take Nitya and leave this place."

Rudra was taken aback. "What are you suggesting? And do you truly believe Nitya would come with us?"

"Rudra's right, Dhruvya. We can't do that. How would we explain ourselves to Vasudeva? Besides, I doubt our parents would approve," Abhimanyu reasoned.

Dhurvya snapped, his anger and sorrow evident. "Please, don't bring them into this."

Abhimanyu stressed the importance of saving the villagers. "We have to rescue them, brother. We can't let them perish. I believe that if they see us helping, they won't harm us. They might even be grateful."

Though Dhurvya initially resisted, he eventually agreed to try to stop the tornado. He summoned all his strength, but his powers alone weren't enough. He struggled to generate the massive gusts of wind required. It became so strenuous that he started sliding backward, unable to withstand the pressure. In that crucial moment, his brothers placed their hands on his shoulders from both sides, offering support and encouragement. "You can do it. We're here with you," they reassured him.

With their unwavering support, Dhurvya gave it his all, pushing himself to the limit. He exerted tremendous force, and his brothers held him steady. At last, he succeeded in halting the tornado's destructive path.

They rejoiced in their accomplishment, but their celebration was short-lived. A chorus of angry voices erupted from behind them, with people shouting "Rakshah," "Kill them," and expressing disbelief at their survival. Negativity and hostility surrounded them.

Turning around, they faced a furious mob, hurling rocks and hurling insults at them. Rudra, alarmed, spotted Nitya in the crowd. He moved to approach her but received a signal from her, imploring him not to come closer and to run. Tears welled up in her eyes, and Rudra, devastated, stopped in his tracks.

Dhurvya, incensed, was about to retaliate against the villagers, but Abhimanyu restrained him, holding him back. "I think it's time we leave this place," Rudra wiped away his tears and suggested, his voice heavy with sorrow. "It might be the right thing to do."

 

The brothers was resting near the river in thoughts of the recent events happen in the jungle, their emotions running high.

"That's exactly what I've been saying," Dhruvya burst out in anger. "Did you see how they reacted? It was as if they were ready to kill us, despite everything we did for them. Humanity? What a joke! I don't even believe 'humanity' is a real word. It's just something humans made up to make themselves feel superior. But the truth is they are the most selfish and cruel creatures on this Earth."

Rudra was about to respond, but Abhimanyu intervened. "Let him speak. Let his frustration out."

Dhruvya continued, "I don't understand what Lord Krishna achieved. What was the point of Mahabharata? To teach people about 'Dharma'—the right way of living? You know what, God? You failed. Look at this. This is what they've learned from that epic battle. They kill those who help them. First, they killed our parents, and now they're after us."

Abhimanyu questioned, "Are you finished now? I think you've forgotten about the man who helped us, who never let us feel like orphans—he's also a human. Our friends, who always knew what we are and still lives with us, accepting us as family, were also human. The girl who loves you like a little brother is also human. Don't judge all humans based on the actions of a few. And man who gave to birth was also the human"

Rudra added, "I don't believe they're entirely wrong either. Remember what Baba used to say? People fear what they don't understand, and when they're afraid, they either run from it or try to eliminate it for their own safety, even if it might not actually harm them. The villagers are afraid of us because they don't possess the same powers as you do. But there are some who aren't afraid and try to live with us and we are happy with them why do you even care about this villagers."

Dhruvya chimed in, "Yes, but he also told us that, but these people won't let the good ones live peacefully if they can't get what they want. They'll try to harm those around them."

Abhimanyu and Rudra exchanged tense looks, suddenly realizing about what Dhruvya has just said. "Vasudeva," they uttered in unison, and without wasting another moment, they rushed toward the ashram.

 

They felt a wave of dread wash over them as they approached the ashram. They had expected to find a peaceful place of worship, but instead they saw a hellish nightmare. The entire ashram was engulfed in flames, and the smell of burning flesh filled the air. Dead bodies of people were strewn around, some charred beyond recognition, some still twitching in agony. It looked like a massive bomb had gone off, leaving nothing but destruction and death. The brothers’ eyes turned red and filled with tears, as they searched for any signs of life among the carnage.

Suddenly, they heard a faint voice and ran towards it. They found Chirag lying on the ground, half-conscious and badly burned. He was gasping for air and muttering one word: “Nitya”. He kept repeating the name “Nitya” over and over.

“Chirag! Chirag! What happened to Nitya? Tell me, where is she?” Rudra asked him.

But he did not answer, only said the name again and again.

“Is there any way to save him?” Rudra asked Abhimanyu.

“Unfortunately, no. His whole body is burned from the inside. He is not fully aware of his surroundings. I think we should end his suffering by killing him.” Abhimanyu replied sadly. He noticed something in Chirag’s hand and pointed at it.

 

Rudra’s heart pounded as he recognized what was in Chirag’s hand. It was his locket, the one his mom had given him. He was suddenly flooded with a memory from his past, when he was thirteen and adventuring in the jungle with Nitya.

They were free-spirited kids, venturing into the thick forest. Suddenly, they came across a snake on their way. Nitya, terrified but more worried about Rudra’s safety, so stood in front of him, waving a long stick and holding his shirt firmly. Rudra was not afraid of the snake; he savoured the moment by staying behind the girl he cherished. Stealthily, he flung a rock at the snake, unbeknownst to Nitya. Amazingly, the snake slunk away.

Nitya embraced Rudra tightly, feeling relieved. “Thank God it’s gone,” she said.

Rudra, playfully, said, “hey you just saved my life.”

“Don’t worry, as long as I’m here, no one can harm you,” Nitya said confidently.

“Yeah, I know,” Rudra agreed with a grin.

He took off his locket and gave it to her. “My mom gave this to me, and she said that whenever I’m in trouble or need help, I should hold it tightly and say ‘Om Namah Shivaya.’ But now, I have you to protect me, so i want you can have it.”

Nitya hesitated, declining the gift. “I can’t take it; it’s yours, and it’s your mom’s last souvenir. How can I keep it?”

Rudra persisted, “No, my mom’s last gifts are my brothers, and beside them I know you’ll always protect me, so I don’t need this. Just promise me we’ll never be apart.”

“I promise,” Nitya swore, her eyes shining with honesty. “I will never leave you, and I will always protect you.”

 

 “Rudra! Rudra!” Abhimanyu called him, snapping him out of his memory. Rudra was filled with rage after seeing the locket; he realized that Nitya was gone.

Dhruvya came there and said, “See what these humans did; now you understand what I was saying. They don’t deserve to live on this earth.”

“Dhruvya is right,” Rudra said, putting on his locket and turning to Abhimanyu. He said, “Promise me this time you won’t hold back.”

Abhimanyu was also angry; he replied, “I promise; they will pay for what they did today.”

“I will kill every one of them,” Rudra said furiously.

 

The village was in chaos. The brothers were slaughtering everyone who attacked them, leaving blood and corpses everywhere. Dhruvya was demolishing every house with his power.

One man tried to assault Rudra, but he ripped him apart from the middle, his strength increasing. His eyes were filled with rage. All three of them had burned their humanity in the ashram. The only thoughts in their minds were revenge and blood.

Abhimanyu was about to kill a woman, but she started crying and begging for her life. She said she did not do anything, she did not even know what happened. For a second, Abhimanyu stopped and turned around, his heart skipping a beat. Suddenly, all the guilt hit him hard. “What did we do?” His eyes turned red with tears. “This was not supposed to happen, what did we do?” He lamented inwardly that he had chosen the wrong path. He looked at the woman again, he was going to spare her, but suddenly a strong wind came and lifted her up in one direction. It was Rudra. He had activated a similar power to Dhruvya (Wind power). He said to her, holding her neck, “My friends were also innocent, the love of my life was also innocent, and the man who took care of us after what you humans did to my parents. But they did not get to live, so how can you?” With that, he blew up her head with air pressure.

Abhimanyu shouted, “Rudra, stop!” But it was too late; the woman’s headless body fell to the ground with a thud, splashing blood on Abhimanyu’s face. As soon as her blood entered in his body, his whole body transformed. His eyes turned dark red, his teeth became sharp. He looked at Rudra. Rudra’s eyes were completely red, his veins were visible, and his teeth were sharp and pointed. He had changed into a beast and so was Abhimanyu. The human blood had turned them to the darker they were transform in Rakshasa. Abhimanyu stared at it in horror, unable to move or speak. He felt a cold hand on his shoulder; it was Rudra. He looked at him with a twisted smile and said, “Come on, brother, let’s finish this. We have more humans to kill.”

But Abhimanyu controlled his emotions; he returned to normal. He went near Rudra and said, “That’s enough, we have already taken our revenge.”

Rudra was not in his control; all his anger was boiling inside him. “Back off, Abhimanyu! You promised that you wouldn’t stop until they were all dead, and they are not all dead yet,” Rudra said angrily.

“Yes, I know, but we have already killed many people, we have destroyed the entire village. That’s not what our parents would have wanted,” Abhimanyu pleaded.

“Don’t you remember? These are the same humans who killed our innocent parents. They did not harm anyone, because of this humans they had to hide their whole lives in the jungle.”

“It was their own choice,” Abhimanyu tried to reason with him, but it had no effect on him. He had burned his goodness in the fire; only his darkness was in control of his body.

Rudra said furiously, “Even if it was their own choice, it was because of these humans. They did not think before they killed our parents, and even after that they were after us. Despite what we did for them today, they killed our entire family. If we hadn’t saved them today, they might be dead already. We lost everything and everyone. They killed Vasudeva, the person who was always neutral and never did anything wrong. The only bad thing he did was to keep us alive, and what did he get? They killed Nitya, she was the one who came in between to save that human child. What did she get? Our friends who always helped these villagers with their problems. What did they get? Nothing, because they are all dead. How can I forgive them for their deeds? No one is innocent here; they will all pay and you can’t stop me.”

“Then what’s the difference between them and us? We are doing the same thing; we are becoming worse,”

“Yes, there is a difference. We are Rakshasas; we are worse than them and I will show them today.”

“Rudra, stop; I can’t let you do this anymore,” Abhimanyu said, putting his hand on Rudra’s shoulder. “Let me go, Abhimanyu.”

“If you want to kill them, kill me first.”

“You promised you wouldn’t come between.”

“Yes, but we have already killed every man here; leave the women and children alone.”

“No! No one deserves to live today.” Abhimanyu held Rudra firmly; Rudra was very angry. He glared at Abhimanyu; Abhimanyu was scared to see his brother turning into a monster.

Rudra did not say anything; his anger was so high that his entire body was burning from inside. His body started to release flames of fire; Abhimanyu quickly pulled his hand back; his hand was burned. He looked at his hand but it healed quickly because of his superhuman power. He looked back at Rudra and whispered his name.

Rudra’s whole body was turning into flames of fire that were coming out of his body. He was on fire and suddenly he exploded and a big explosion took place in a few seconds. The flame engulfed the entire village and burned it to ashes. His clothes were burned; that make him fell unconscious on the ground.

Abhimanyu was shocked to see what happened in front of him; he could not sense anything around him; he lost his hearing and vision for a moment. Dhruvya came near Abhimanyu and Rudra. He saw Rudra being unconscious on the ground he goes near him and said, “Rudra! Rudra!” He turned back to Abhimanyu and said, “What the hell just happened here?”

Abhimanyu whisper “Rudra”

 

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