Yashika The uncanny puzzle of KING[ 18+]

37 - Clash between Brothers

As the sword swung down toward Yashika, a sharp clang rang out, stopping the blade just inches from her chest. Digvijay had appeared through the very gate they had unlocked, his own sword blocking the attack with quick, precise skill. In one smooth motion, he disarmed the attacker, knocking him to the ground. "Dare you touch her and I will rip your head off?" The soldier scrambled back in fear and into the castle.

Breathing heavily, Yashika clutched her chest, her eyes wide with relief and lingering fear. Digvijay looked at her with both concern and relief. "Are you alright?" he asked, steady but clearly worried. He extended a hand to help her up as Nayantara hurried to her side, checking for injuries.

"It's just a scratch," Yashika replied, wincing slightly as Nayantara looked over a small cut on her arm, where the blade had nicked her skin. The wound wasn't deep, but it stung. Quickly, Nayantara tore a strip from her scarf and wrapped it around Yashika's arm to stop the bleeding.

Digvijay gave an approving nod, glancing between the two of them. "You both were incredible," he said with a hint of admiration. "Your timing was perfect, and your courage helped us get in without being seen. This plan worked because of you both."

Nayantara met his gaze with determination. "We couldn't let you do this alone," she replied firmly. "This is HOME bhaisa.",

Digvijay gave a, smile. "I couldn't ask for better people .", patting his little sister's head and giving a forehead kiss.

He gently placed a hand on Yashika's shoulder, his voice softening. "Let's get you to safety. You've done your part, but you're hurt. We need to look after that wound."

Yashika, though still a bit pale, managed a brave smile. "I may be hurt, but I'm not giving up yet."

With a respectful nod to her strength, Digvijay led them through the hidden passages, making sure both Nayantara and Yashika stayed close as they moved toward the safer areas of the palace.

As Nayantara and Yashika slipped through the hidden corridors leading back toward the Khel Bhawan, they could hear the faint sounds of shouts and clashing steel echoing through the palace walls. Digvijay had begun his part of the plan, drawing attention away from their escape route and toward himself.

The two women moved faster, exchanging glances as they hurried through the dark hallways and side rooms. Tension hung in the air—a mix of fear and determination. Nayantara leaned over and whispered to Yashika, "Once we get to the Khel Bhawan, we wait for the signal. That's how we'll know Digvijay has taken control of the central hall."

Yashika nodded, her expression turning serious. "He'll succeed. He always has a way of surprising everyone," she replied quietly, a touch of admiration in her voice.

When they finally reached the Khel Bhawan, they found the other palace women gathered there, anxiously waiting for any news. Guards stood at every entrance to keep them safe, but inside, there was a nervous energy. Noblewomen, palace workers, and attendants whispered among themselves, their voices quiet but filled with worry.

As Nayantara and Yashika entered, Nayantara stepped forward, her calm presence soothing the room. She gave the women a reassuring smile. "Stay close to each other, and remember, we are safe here. The guards will protect us." Her words helped ease their fear, and soon the room quieted as the women began to trust her.

Meanwhile, back in the grand hall, Digvijay faced the palace guards who were loyal to his family. He firmly told them to step aside or join him. His sudden arrival and confident voice unsettled them, making them hesitate. They knew of Digvijay's skill and bravery, and they knew he was familiar with all the palace's secret passages.

The guards exchanged uncertain glances, unsure of what to do. Digvijay's reputation as a strong fighter and leader was something they respected. Then, with a single gesture, he signaled his own loyal soldiers to enter the hall through the eastern gate. They filed in, ready to support him, their faces set with determination.

A quick but intense clash followed. Digvijay moved through the hall, his sword flashing as he overpowered the guards in his way. His men followed, quickly taking control of the hall.

The palace grounds were engulfed in the sounds of battle shouts, clashing steel, and dust rising with every step. In the middle of the fight, Digvijay saw his younger brother, Ranvijay, moving toward him with a steady, determined gaze.

Ranvijay's hand gripped his sword tightly, his face clouded with both determination and sorrow. Though he knew their mother's actions had harmed the kingdom, he felt bound by his duty to defend it, no matter the cost.

Digvijay's voice was heavy with both pain and pride as he called over the noise, "Ranvijay, don't do this. We don't have to fight."

Ranvijay's eyes met his brother's, and for a brief moment, the conflict within him showed. But he shook his head slowly, the struggle in his heart clear. "I wish it were that simple, Bhaisa," he replied, his voice breaking just a bit. "I know she did wrong. But I am still a soldier of this kingdom, I have to stand by my duty, even if it means facing you."

Digvijay's heart swelled with pride and sadness. His brother wasn't here out of blind loyalty; he understood the weight of his actions. In that moment, Digvijay saw both the boy he had protected and the man he had become a true warrior of honor.

They raised their swords, stepping carefully into a battle neither of them truly wanted. Their movements were strong yet restrained, each strike measured, as though they hoped to avoid real harm. Digvijay fought with fierce skill, and Ranvijay matched him, his face set with a mixture of respect and sorrow.

"Ranvijay," Digvijay managed between strikes, his voice rough with emotion. "I am so proud of you. You're not just loyal—you're wise, and you understand what it means to stand for what's right."

Ranvijay's lips twitched into a sad smile. "I learned it from you, Bhaisa," he replied, voice barely above a whisper. "Every lesson, every word—you taught me that true strength lies in doing what's just, even when it hurts."

Their swords clashed once more, the force sending Ranvijay's weapon spinning to the ground. Ranvijay looked up, his breathing heavy, his eyes shining with unshed tears. He felt the weight of their shared history, the love and respect that bound them despite everything.

Digvijay reached out his hand, pulling his younger brother to his feet. "The kingdom needs both of us, Bhaisa," he said softly, his voice filled with emotion. "Let's rebuild it together."

Ranvijay's eyes glistened as he nodded, feeling a surge of relief and a renewed sense of purpose. They were brothers, bound by more than just duty. They were family, and they would face whatever came next side by side.