Love Across Time

Chapter 42

Power zinged through the air, as everything for a moment seemed to slow down. Panchaali blinked, once, twice as the air whistled the sharp metal cutting through the air.

A growl penetrated through the air, she tried to move as the sharp blade aimed for her neck, she knew it was too late, that she would die, as she watched wide eyed, her death approaching her.

A loud sharp squeal of the eagle filled the air, as she watched with wide eyes as a fiery eagle zoomed towards her. She wasn't sure, what was worse, dying by a blade, or being roasted by a fiery bird.

The huge bird zoomed through the air, bursting in flames. Nakul watched with eyes, frozen as the eagle, swallowing Panchaali along with the four men around her in its magnanimous red, orange flames.

Screams of agony filled the air, as he watched the blaze rise up like the holy yagn.

His heart pummeled, as dread flared in his chest.

No, no, no, no! Dammit no! He can't lose her!

A scream of raw ache tore through his lips, as reservoir of power he wasn't sure he possessed bursted through him, his hands tightened around the sword, as he slayed, tears tracked down his eyes, as the fire just grew higher.

He slayed,

and he slayed mercilessly, if there was no Panchaali, he will kill everyone. Every last one of them.

He roared, his agony taking a new form, as a menace slammed through him. They had taken his Panchaali! His love!

Her smiling face appeared in his mind, as pain slammed through him, slashing through his very core, as raw, unbridled agony flowed through him.

Breathing was becoming impossible like someone had set his internals of fire.

Sehdev froze, his knees giving away from under him, as he watched the fire consume everything.

A sword cut through the air, aiming for his neck, his hand wrapped around it.

Fury.

Raw. Fury.

Tangled in his chest, as his dark red eyes met his predators, a single tear traced down his cheek.

The attacker froze, he could see the utter devastation on the youngest prince of Hastinapur, but what scared him was the wrath, that brewed in his gaze.

Goosebumps bursted through the attackers skin, as for a moment he felt like he was gazing in the eyes of death himself.

The roar of agony and anger by the silent pandav brother shook the place, as he twisted the attacker's hand who fell on his knees from pressure, screaming, as the youngest twin pulled the sword piercing it through the man's throat.

The sound of bone cracking filled the air, as with a 'zing' the sharp metal blade cut through the vertebre, and embedded the pointed end in the ground.

Horror filled the air, as everyone froze, watching with wide eyes.

Blood dripped down the blade, like a slow slithering of the snake, mesmerising and elegant.

The attackers mouth opened in a silent scream, but everything was too fast to be noticed, his eyes glazed over, taking a glassy look, as life escaped him.

His scarlet liquid of life creating a pool of drained life, like a scarlet river of death.

A chill fell down on the air, as the two youngest pandav brother, lost their grip on sanity, fury blazed in their chest.