🔱Mahayudh: War For Balance🔱

30. Burned

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The Palace of Damyant Nagar- Shakdweep

In a big arena, number of metal poles were standing. With each pole, a human slave was hung through chains which also had spikes so that they bruise the flesh of the slaves well. 

They slaves were being whipped with leather whips. Each strike followed by a heart wrenching scream and those screams soothed the Asuri darkness in the soul of the King of Shakdweep who stood in a high balcony, watching the punishments.

He hated the way he loved all this torture on humans. If somebody knows his father, his elder brother and him closely, they would certainly assume him to be lenient in comparison to both of them. But little will they ever get to know that it's not like that. He is as cruel as them.

The only thing that makes him different from men of his family is that their souls and dharma doesn't questions them after a sin and he has to face many questions from within himself. 

Sumali was engrossed in his thoughts when suddenly he felt a presence beside him. He looked beside him only to find another version of himself in the form of Shrutsen.......his eldest. Each muscle carved with tremendous hard work in workout and fighting sessions. Sharp facial features of his father Sumali and eyes which drown girls of Shakdweep.

'Jambudweep se Pitamahi ka sandesh aaya hai Pitaji.............Pitamah Samrat ghor pujan aur tap mein leen ho chuke hain.' (Pitamahi's message has came from Jambudweep Pitaji..........Pitamah has engrossed himself in deep worshiping and tap) Shrutsen informed his father and Sumali's eyes narrowed as he took in the information.

'Kiska pujan?' (Whose worship?) he asked and Shrutsen said with a very uncertain tone 'Sandesh mein kuch......Aadi Shakti krke likha tha.' (The message read something like.....Aadi Shakti)

Sumali's lips parted on hearing the name. He knew exactly what his father was up to. Lines of worry came upon his handsome face. 

Shrutsen kept standing there as his father engrossed himself in his thoughts and he waited for his command. 

While Sumali was thinking, he heard his son say 'Mujhe toh kuch smjh nhi aa raha hai Pitaji.' (I am not able to understand anything Pitaji)

Sumali turned to look at him and found him looking into nothingness. 'Ye sb ho kya raha hai?..........Pehle Bua ka yoon apne waghdaan se bhagjana, Mheem ka unka saath dena, fir Pitamah ka sahastra varshon mein pehli baar ghanghor pujan aur tap krna...............Kya Asuron pe koi sankat aane wala hai Pitaji?' ( What is happening?........First Bua escaping her waghdaan, Mheem supporting her and now Pitamah engrossing himself in deep penance after thousand years............Is Asur race in danger Pitaji?) he asked him and behind that hard face and those cold eyes, Sumali saw saddness and worry.

Sumali smiled a little and place a hand on his strong shoulder. He shook him a little.

'Putra-' (Son-)

Shrutsen found a little as his father stopped abruptly and lines came upon his forehead again. A sudden restlessness could be seen in his eyes. 

'Pitaji?' Shrutsen asked in concern while taking off his hand from his shoulder and holding it. His father didn't say anything but beneath his fingers on his pulse point, Shrutsen felt his pulse rate getting higher.

Sumali gently freed his hand from Shrutsen's hands and placed it on the baluster of the balcony. He said without looking in Shrutsen's direction 'Apni Pitamahi aur Taatshree ko ek sandesha bhijvao Putra.' (Send a message to your Pitamahi and Taatshree, Son)