Rajmahal - The Confrontation
Raghav's sword gleamed with menace as he pointed it at Princess Nandini, his voice cold and sharp. "You asked me to rescue my lover. Was that a lie? Or was this some twisted game of yours?"
Nandini's eyes darkened, her gaze fierce as she turned away. Without warning, she shouted, "Harsh!"
A tall, sturdy servant appeared almost instantly, bowing with precision. "My Princess."
Nandini glanced at the small boy standing nervously at the edge of the room.
"Take Aarav back to his room."
Aarav's eyes, wide and innocent, shimmered with unshed tears. "Mother... please don't send me away."
Nandini softened, her harsh exterior melting as she knelt in front of the boy, her fingers gently brushing through his hair. She whispered with a tenderness Raghav hadn't expected, "Aarav, Raghav is not the man you think he is. Your father is gone... forever."
Aarav looked up at her with confusion. "But... that man... he looks-"
"Enough." Nandini's voice wavered slightly before she gestured for Harsh to carry him away. "Go with Harsh, Aarav. Now."
Harsh lifted Aarav into his arms, the boy's head resting sadly on his shoulder as they walked away. Aarav's emerald eyes lingered on Raghav, full of questions he couldn't yet voice. The tension between the adults thickened.
Raghav, though still gripping his sword, found himself reeling from the scene he had just witnessed. The ruthless princess who stood before him had shown a side he hadn't thought possible-a mother's compassion. How could someone so merciless care for a child like that?
As the door shut behind Harsh and Aarav, the atmosphere shifted back to its icy hostility. Raghav refocused, his sword leveled toward Nandini, his eyes burning with fury. "Now that your son's gone, you need to start talking. What do you want from me?"
Nandini's lips curled into a sinister smile. "You're eager, aren't you?"
Raghav's patience thinned. "Enough of this. You're playing with people's lives. Speak. And let Sakshi go."
Her eyes flickered with hatred, as if his mere presence disgusted her. "It's amusing, really. You don't even know who you are. The very sight of you sickens me, Raghav."
Raghav's grip tightened. "What are you talking about?"
"You were once a god," Nandini said, her voice laced with venom. "Though you may not remember it, that power still runs through you. I need it."
Raghav's eyes narrowed. "A god? I don't know what kind of madness you're speaking of. Whatever power you think I have, take it and leave Sakshi out of this."
Nandini's gaze sharpened. "If it weren't for my grudge, I would've killed her long ago for what she's done. But I'm offering you a deal- surrender that power to me, and I might just let you both live."
Sakshi, still chained and fearful, shouted, "Raghav! What is she talking about? God's power? Is this true?"
Raghav glanced at Sakshi, then back at Nandini. "I don't know what she's talking about. And why should I trust you, Nandini? How do I know you won't kill us once you get what you want?"
Nandini's expression hardened, her voice low and dangerous. "Trust is a luxury you can't afford right now. You're in no position to negotiate. Either give me what I need, or you'll both die where you stand. You haven't even awakened your true self."
Raghav's pulse quickened, but he held his ground. "What will you do with this so-called power?"
Raghav's pulse quickened, but he held his ground. "What will you do with this so-called power?"
Nandini's lips twisted into a mocking smile. "It will become... fertilizer. Let's leave it at that."
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The Arrival of Karan
Suddenly, the doors burst open, and a group of ghost soldiers dragged in a struggling figure. Their ethereal forms glowed faintly as they threw the man onto the floor in front of Nandini.
"Princess," one of the soldiers hissed, "we caught this intruder lurking near the palace."
Nandini's face paled for a moment before her features contorted in anger and shock. Her voice trembled as she spoke. "Karan..."
Karan, still on the ground, kept his eyes lowered, refusing to meet her gaze. His body began to emit a soft, glowing light, growing brighter with each passing second. The soldiers who held him cried out in pain as the divine energy coursing through him seared their ghostly forms. They let go of him immediately.
Nandini's rage turned to sorrow, her eyes glistening with tears she refused to shed. "I should've known you'd come to protect them, God Karan."
Raghav watched in confusion as Karan's appearance began to transform. His simple clothes shifted into the regal, flowing robes of the god realm. A golden aura enveloped him, and he raised his hand, chanting in an ancient language. A beam of divine light shot toward Nandini, but she dodged it effortlessly, her eyes aflame with hatred.
"You dare to interfere again, brother?" Nandini spat, circling him. "Even after all this time, you still defend them."
Karan, his voice filled with sorrow, spoke softly. "You're wrong, Nandini. He doesn't remember who he is. He's already been reincarnated. Let him go."
"Why should I?" Nandini's voice broke, though her anger remained. "You think I care if he remembers or not? You think his memory loss changes what he did to us? You were demoted, Karan-stripped of your power for trying to stop the war. Don't pretend you're still the savior."
Karan's expression darkened with regret. "I don't condone what he did, but his memories were erased before he committed those acts. He didn't know..."
Nandini's voice cracked. "He chose to erase them, Karan! You can't absolve him of his sins that easily."
Their voices grew louder, mingling with the clash of their powers. Light and darkness danced around the chamber as the two siblings fought, their divine energies colliding with explosive force. The walls trembled with each strike, and ghostly wisps filled the air, drawn to the chaos.