Ajashakti's eyes, filled with a mixture of shock and disbelief, fell upon the fallen figure of Anugamini. His anger, a consuming fire, seemed to pierce through the atmosphere, its intensity palpable. The air around him crackled with lightning, like forcefield of pure rage that surrounded him, its edges shimmering with flames.
As he stepped down from the chariot, the Daityas, their faces contorted with fear, tried to intervene. But as they approached him, they were thrown back, their bodies colliding with the force that was surrounded by him.
Ajashakti's face, contorted with a mixture of rage and despair, was a terrifying sight to behold. His eyes, narrowed to slits, seemed to burn with an inner fire, his jaw clenched tightly, his fists clenched. As he walked, the earth trembled beneath his feet.
The Daityas, their eyes wide with fear, watched him approach, their hearts pounding with a mixture of terror and anticipation.
Vakrang, his fear momentarily eclipsed by his rage, summoned his mace, a weapon of immense power. With a battle cry, he lunged at Ajashakti, his movements a blur of speed and fury. As Vakrang charged at Ajashakti with his mace held high, the ground trembled beneath his feet. Ajashakti stood his ground without a weapon, his eyes filled with a calm yet powerful aura.
With a swift movement, Ajashakti dodged Vakrang's first strike, effortlessly sidestepping the incoming attack. With a flick of his hand, Ajashakti sent a shockwave of energy towards Vakrang, knocking him off balance.
Vakrang recovered quickly, swinging his mace with increased fervor, but Ajashakti seemed to anticipate every move, dancing around him with unmatched agility. As the battle raged on, Vakrang's attacks grew wilder and more desperate, fueled by his rage and determination.
As Vakrang's mace came crashing towards him this time, Ajashakti's hand shot out with lightning speed, grasping the weapon in a vice-like grip. A look of shock crossed Vakrang's face as he witnessed the god's immense strength overpowering his own. Ajashakti's eyes blazed with fury as he crushed the mace by his bare hand, the once mighty weapon shattering into pieces. The sound of metal breaking echoed through the forest, sending a shiver down Vakrang's spine.
With a steely resolve, Ajashakti then seized Vakrang by the neck, effortlessly hoisting the Asura high above the ground. The once defiant Vakrang now dangled helplessly in the god's grip. His face turned an alarming shade of purple, struggled to break free, his eyes wide with fear.
"I have forgiven you for your audacity time and time again," Ajashakti said, his voice a chilling whisper. "But this... this is unforgivable."
His eyes, filled with a cold, calculating intensity, seemed to pierce through Vakrang's soul. Vakrang, his breath ragged, struggled to speak. The fear that gripped him was a physical sensation, a weight that pressed down on his chest, making it difficult to breathe.
"You dared to attack my wife," Ajashakti continued, his voice a low, menacing growl. "That too when I wasn't around."
His grip tightened, his fingers digging into Vakrang's flesh. Vakrang's eyes, filled with a mixture of fear and despair, pleaded for mercy. But Ajashakti remained unmoved, his anger a consuming fire. His fingers emanated a surge of divine energy that coursed through the Asura's body. Vakrang's form began to tremble as the intense power overwhelmed him, causing his body to burst into pieces, scattering across the battlefield in a shower of debris.
The Daityas, their eyes wide with disbelief, watched in horror as Vakrang's body disintegrated before their very eyes. Their gasps echoed through the air, a collective expression of shock and fear.
Anugamini lowered her gaze, her heart filled with a mixture of relief and sorrow. The victory was hers, the threat neutralized. Suddenly she felt Ajashakti's fingers cupping her face, a wave of tenderness washed over her. His touch, gentle and reassuring, was a balm for her weary soul.
His eyes, filled with a mixture of anger and concern, scanned her face. His heart ached with pain as he noticed the bruises, the marks of the abuse she had endured. The anger that had consumed him earlier intensified, a consuming fire that threatened to engulf him.
Ajashakti snapped his head towards the Daityas, his eyes filled with a chilling intensity. The Daityas, their hearts pounding with fear, backed away, their eyes wide with terror. Anugamini looked between Ajashakti and the Daityas, her eyes wide with panic. She knew what he was capable of, his anger would eliminate their race entirely.
"No," She pleaded, her voice filled with a mixture of urgency and despair. "Please, don't do this."
She tried to hold him back, her hand reaching out to grab his arm. But Ajashakti, his fury blinding him to reason, brushed her aside.
"No one will ever hurt you again," he said, his voice a chilling whisper. His anger, a consuming fire, threatened to engulf everything in its path.
Ajashakti, his anger a consuming fire, stood up, his eyes filled with a chilling intensity. He was ready to unleash his wrath, to punish the Daityas for their crimes. The Daityas, their fear palpable, backed away even more, their eyes filled with a mixture of dread and resignation.
Ajashakti, his anger a consuming fire, walked towards the Daityas. Their fear, palpable in the air, was a testament to his power. As he approached, they looked at each other, their eyes wide with terror. The sight of him, his anger, sent a shiver down their spines.
Suddenly Diti, her breath ragged, ran in front of Ajashakti, her body trembling with a mixture of fear and determination. She stood between Ajashakti and the Daityas, her body a shield against his wrath.
"Ajashakti, please," she pleaded, her voice filled with urgency. "Stop. My son, please stop."
Ajashakti was too furious to listen, he continued to advance. His eyes, filled with a chilling intensity, were fixed on the Daityas, his determination unwavering.
"Please," Diti pleaded again, her voice rising in desperation. "Don't do this."
Ajashakti, his eyes filled with a chilling intensity, ignored her pleas. He walked past her, his steps deliberate and calculated.
Diti, her tears streaming down her face, turned around, joined her hands, "Ajashakti, please I beg you ! My son please ! Spare them."
Ajashakti, his anger a force to be reckoned with, continued to advance. His eyes, filled with a mixture of determination and malice, were fixed on the Daityas. Diti, her heart heavy with grief, looked at Ajashakti, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and despair for her children.
"SRINAV !" She called out, her voice filled with a desperate plea. "PLEASE STOP !"
Ajashakti halted, his footsteps frozen in place. The sound of his true name, spoken by Diti, sent a shockwave through him. His eyes, filled with a mixture of confusion and disbelief, lingered on her.
Diti, her knees buckling, fell to the ground. Her tears, a torrent of sorrow, streamed down her face.
"Srinav," she pleaded, her voice filled with desperation. "O lord, O father, please stop."
Ajashakti, his mind racing, stood there, his eyes fixed on Diti. The familiarity of the name, a forgotten memory, stirred something deep within him.
"I release you from my boon," she said, her words a sacrifice, a desperate attempt to prevent further bloodshed.
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A/N
FINALLY 🔥
Btw next chapter is last 🌝
Aaj double update and book finish karte hai ✨
Also Ngl, for someone who is supposed to be the god of peace, Srinav you're way too violent 🤣
But again, kabhi kabhi peace ke liye violence karna padta hai 🌝
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