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Chapter - 30

In pataloka-

The depths of patala loka glowed with an eerie brilliance of flickering blue flames, casting shifting shadows along the jagged cavern walls. The air itself felt heavy, suffocating, as the king of darkness let out a thunderous growl, one that made the entire asur sena tremble, their very souls shrinking in fear of what was to come.

He frowned, unable to concentrate in his meditation. Something was disturbing him... something unnatural. With a deadly growl, he opened his eyes. His gaze burned like an awakening volcano—molten, furious, and alive with destruction.

Outside the cave, the asur sena shivered, none daring to step inside. But one dared, the eternal teacher of asuras. Asurguru Shukracharya.

Shukr : Ahiravana! Is krodh ka karan kya hai? Aapko to Mata Kali ka avahan karna tha na? (He asked, his sharp gaze fixed on his student with strictness.)

( Ahiravana! What is the reason for this anger? Weren't you supposed to invoke Mata Kali? )

Ahiravan : Mujhe uski anubhooti ho rahi hai, Gurudev... meri shatru... vo— (He stopped mid-sentence, his voice lowering as if sensing something deeper... and then he laughed.)

( I can feel it, Gurudev... my enemy... He- )

Ahiravan : Prarabdh ne apna khel shuru kar diya hai, Gurudev. (His sadistic voice slithered through the darkness.)

( Destiny has begun its game, Gurudev. )

The asura king slowly closed his eyes. The energy around him thickened, bending unnaturally. A glowing sphere materialized out of nowhere.

With deliberate control, he placed it onto a wooden stand, as if it had been waiting for this very moment.

With a flick of his fingers a vision appeared. Aasha... resting peacefully in her chamber.

His gaze darkened, lips parting slightly as his tongue dragged across them. There was something disturbingly personal in the way he looked at her... something possessive.

Within a second, the vision zoomed into her abdomen, into her uterus. His eyes reddened, viens bulged in fury as he saw the cells expanding. A baby was forming. His death was taking birth.

Ahiravan : Meri mrithyu.....tumhari kokh mein dhadak rahi hai... kitni komal... kitni asurakshit...(He let out a low, eerie chuckle, his gaze not leaving the image. )

( My death... is beating in your womb... how delicate... how vulnerable...)

Ahiravan : Usse saans lene se pehle hi main uske praan har loonga... aur phir... tumhe apne shayan kaksh ki daasi bana doonga.

(Before he even takes a breath, I will steal his life... and then... I will make you a servant in my bedchamber.)

Shukracharya remained silent, his expression unreadable—watching as his student stepped further toward his own doom.

Ahiravan : Mayakaal... Sarpaaksha... Agnishira... tum teeno Magadh jaoge. Maharani ko... meri hone wali khilona ko... haran karke mere saamne pesh karoge.

( Mayakaal... Sarpaaksha... Agnishira... the three of you will go to Magadh. You will kidnap the queen... my future toy... and bring her before me. )

(They bowed deeply, their forms dissolving into shadows as they disappeared into the darkness of pataloka.)

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In magadh-

Aasha : Harsha! Hum— mmmh—

( Harsha! I- mmmh- )