Saga Of The Timeless (A Mahabharata Story)

32.Wicked Spirits and Smoky Secrets

Third Party POV

"Aghhhh! Why isn't my dark magic working?!" evil Shakuni roared, his frustration boiling over as he struggled to breach the shimmering barrier guarding Tvarita's chambers. His furious eyes glowed, the dark energy swirling uselessly against the powerful protection encasing the room.

"You fool," a cold, venomous voice hissed from the shadows, stopping him in his tracks. It was a woman's voice—soft, yet sharp like a blade, cutting through the air with contempt. Cloaked in darkness, her face remained hidden, but her presence radiated malice. "That room is sealed by forces beyond your feeble reach. Powers far greater than you cannot even comprehend."

Shakuni's rage faltered. His gaze snapped toward the source of the voice, and his heart skipped a beat.

"Devi... I...," he stammered, barely able to force the words out, terrified of angering her further.

"Enough!" Her voice echoed through the room, reverberating like a growl from the depths of the underworld.

A chilling chuckle followed, slithering into his ears. "I've lived this countless times , each time awakening you for your revenge," she mocked, her voice like ice against his skin.
"And in every one, you have failed me, yet I do it again because it is necessary, if it were in my hand I would have killed you long ago, you useless low life." Her tone shifted, no longer amused but simmering with rage.

She raised her hand, and dark energy surged from her fingertips. In an instant, an invisible force gripped Shakuni's throat, lifting him off the ground like a ragdoll.

He gasped, his fingers clawing at his neck as his feet dangled in the air.

"I gave you one simple task," she spat, her eyes gleaming with fury. "One task, and yet each time, it is I who must finish what you cannot!" She yanked him closer, her face just inches from his now pale, trembling form. "You beg for my power, you beg for another chance, and yet you are weak. Always weak."

Shakuni writhed, his face turning a sickly shade of purple as he gasped for breath. "Give... me... one... more... chance," he rasped, eyes bulging in terror as the life slowly drained from him.

The woman's lips curled into a cruel smile, her eyes dark with twisted amusement. She loosened her grip just enough to let him gasp for air, his chest heaving. "Not one..." she whispered, her voice dripping with malice, "...but three chances. I give you your last three chances"

Her fingers twitched, and the invisible force tightened again, causing evil Shakuni to choke. "Three chances, Drikasha. If you fail me this time..." her voice dropped to a sinister whisper, one that sent a cold tremor through his spine, "...I will drag you to the deepest pits of hell myself. And believe me, your death will be slow. So slow that even in the afterlife, you will beg for an end."

Shakuni's eyes widened in horror, a tremor of fear running through his very soul. "Th-three... Chan....ces" he croaked, barely able to speak.

With a flick of her wrist, she hurled him to the ground as if he were nothing more than a broken toy. He crashed to the floor, coughing violently, his body trembling as he struggled to recover.

The woman turned away, her dark cloak billowing behind her as she faced the window. "Do not forget," she said, her voice slicing through the silence like a blade, "Tvarita is no ordinary woman. She is a disciple of Parashurama and Vishwamitra. She is shielded by Lord Shiva and Rishi Durvasa. She is far beyond your reach and this one is powerful unlike the others who were easy to kill not her."

Shakuni, still wheezing on the cold stone floor, flinched as the weight of her words sank in. Despair flickered in his eyes as he fully grasped the enormity of his failure.