The air was thick with tension and blood as the battlefield roared with chaos and death. Arjun and Karna stood tall, their bows drawn, divine energy crackling around them like a storm waiting to be unleashed.
Their eyes were sharp, filled with fury and protectiveness, as they scanned the carnage, their minds focused on one thing: rescuing Sehdev, their younger brother.
"He's close," Arjun murmured, his voice tight with concern as he scanned the battlefield.
His sharp eyes caught sight of Sehdev, shackled and held captive by Drupad.
The sight made his blood boil. Drupad, Draupadi's father, the man who had allowed his daughter to suffer so much torment, was now using his son as leverage.
Karna's jaw tightened, and his eyes flashed with a lethal rage. "That bastard is going to pay," he snarled.
His grip on his bow tightened as his protective instincts surged. "Sehdev is ours to protect. No one touches our brother."
Without hesitation, the two brothers moved forward, their movements swift and lethal as they approached Drupad.
The old king, surrounded by his dead soldiers, looked smug, believing he had the upper hand. But he hadn't faced the wrath of the Pandavas yet-not fully.
Drupad's cold eyes glinted as he held a blade to Sehdev's neck.
"Come any closer, and he dies," Drupad threatened, a cruel smile twisting his lips. "Your brother's life is in my hands, and I won't hesitate to end it."
Karna's lip curled in disdain as he aimed his bow directly at Drupad. "Don't make the mistake of thinking you hold power here, Drupad," he growled. "We're not afraid of you."
Sehdev, despite his bonds, looked calm. His eyes flickered between his older brothers, trusting them with his life. "He's a coward, brothers," Sehdev spat, his voice defiant. "He hides behind me because he knows he's already lost."
Arjun's eyes darkened as his fury rose. "Sehdev is right. You've lost, Drupad," Arjun said coldly. "Let him go, or you'll wish you had never crossed paths with us."
Drupad sneered, pressing the blade harder against Sehdev's skin.
"Brave words, Arjun. But you forget-I've already won. Draupadi, your precious wife, was my daughter first. I let her suffer. You can't change that."
At the mention of Draupadi, the rage within Arjun and Karna ignited like wildfire. Arjun's voice was deathly quiet. "You'll regret those words."
Before Drupad could respond, Arjun moved with god-like speed.
His bow thrummed with divine energy as he released an arrow, not at Drupad, but at the bonds restraining Sehdev.
The arrow flew with precision, guided by Arjun's will. It sliced through the chains, shattering them instantly, freeing Sehdev.
Drupad's eyes widened in shock as Sehdev leaped to his feet, now free. But before Drupad could react, Karna stepped forward.
"Drupad is yours," Karna said, his voice filled with cold fury. He glanced at Arjun and Sehdev. "Take him. Make him pay for what he's done to Draupadi."
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Bridal Crises
Historical FictionRuthless, formidable and cold hearted, are the words people now used to describe the five sons of Pandu. The once compassionate and just souls, seemed to have lost their glow, and their places have shell of the men, they once were. Three years had...