So wattpad is on weeds again and hence it is showing this book under public domain. But I would like to clear it that all the rights to this book are reserved.

Copyright © 2020 by RadheyPanchaali

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Hey Everyone!

I am back with book 2!

Here are a few things I would like to clear out of way before you begin!

This story will hold detailed murder scenes, maybe some other gory stuff too, I am not really sure,haven't really decided. But if I add them I will put warnings when it begins and ends so you can just skip the part and you won't miss anything.

Another thing, since this book is based on mughal era, I would like to clear out one thing, I respect all the religions, all the characters other than pandavas and Panchaali are a work of my imagination, no scene, no character here has anything to do with reality. They are just here for entertainment purposes.

I respect and love Mahabharata a lot! It's my soul, this book is just here for entertainment, and does not intends to hurt anyone's feelings or beliefs.

This story is fiction!

No part of this story can be copied or replicated without my explicit permission as all the rights to this books are reserved.

Other than that I hope you all enjoy the book!

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Nakul's sword cut through the air as it sliced off the man's head clean, blood splattered on his face giving him a deadly look. Anger burned through his body like a bright flame that swallowed every last bit of his sense, fury and hatred, two most powerful emotions that tangled in him. He wanted them dead, each and everyone of them.

The images of his mother screaming and crying with pain, her blood soaking the ground as she begged to be let go flooded his mind, making that blaze burn with a darker tint, vengeance filled his heart, he was no longer the joyous man, no he demanded blood, blood of the man who had killed his mother, the man who had slaughtered his family, everyone, his sister, his cousins, every last of his family, leaving behind just him and his four brothers, who were also known as devils. His face hardened and eyes blazed with anger, every muscle in his body was taut, ready to attack, his senses were on high alert as red flashed across his vision.

The anger in him was not being subsided, it was like a fire spreading throughout his soul, threatening to burn down the last of his sanity that reigned in his blood thirsty monster. His movements blurred with the speed he was going as mind reeled with images of his people crying over the death of their loved ones which this monsters had caused. Their hunger for power had cost him and his people dearly, he had lost his family.

He side stepped as a soldier attacked, their swords clashed as he tried to overpower him but he pushed back the soldier, who crashed through the shinny pillars, the stones and marble flying in every corner as the floor vibrated, he was fuming, Nakul could feel his fury. He stood up from the rubles of the pillars like nothing ever happened and rushed towards Nakul planning to finish him for once and all.

He stood still, as the soldier ran towards him in blind rage, his movements were purposeful, each action was fueled with the intention to perish Nakul.

He raised his sword with a roar of anger to behead him, Nakul moved so fast than within a blink of an eye he had plunged his sword right in the soldier's heart, tearing through every tissue as blood splashed on his face, he tightened his grip on the hilt and plunged it deeper, he could feel the disgusting crack as the sword broke through the soldier's ribs and tore directly through his heart.

With his super senses he could practically feel every beat of his heart as it slowly gave up. Nakul's blood thirsty darkness purred as the he saw the varied expression on the soldier's face, he was shocked by Nakul's speed, his shock soon turned in a grimace of pain, his sword cluttered on the floor as Nakul pulled back his now bloody sword from his heart with a swishing sound, the man fell on the ground like a dead weight with a resonating thump, his disgusting blood pooling everywhere as he took his last breath.

Nakul's hatred peaked through his eyes smiling smugly, no one messes with his family. And those who do they end up like this, dead. This disgusting rotten creatures thought they could actually go against them and not get punished? Well their idiocy led them to their death.

Blood marred the beautiful white tiles as the bodies littered everywhere with various lost body parts torn off. The sight would have made his stomach lunge if he hadn't known who they were and what they had done. He was giddy and excited, wanting more, no, needing more. It bathed in the glory of all the death and destruction that surrounded him, bring him unexplainable satisfaction.

The air was heavy with the odour of death as a deafening silence reverberated throughout the hall, his mind was in chaos, his sword was calling for more blood and his darkness was purring at that fact, elated, enthusiastic to shave off few more heads clean from their body.

He knew he had to get the message across the people, what happens when someone dares to hurt his family and he enjoyed every moment of it...

"Nakul, we need to leave" Sehdev's grave voice broke through his chain of thoughts, he assessed Sehdev from head toe but didn't find anything serious except for a few bruises.

"Where's Yudhisthir Bhai?" He asked, worried that they might be injured, he didn't want another brother injured till death, his anger spread it's evil wings wanting to be free, he reigned it knowing it wasn't necessary for now.

"They'll meet us directly at home" Sehdev assured him, he knew Nakul has always been a worrier and the anger in his eyes was not even hiding, he could see that it wanted to be out and tear everyone with its bare hands but Nakul leased it in, that was never easy.

They moved towards the exit, once at a safe distance Nakul nodded signalling Sehdev to proceed with the final step to complete their plan.

Sehdev pulled out a black shiny box and pressed a series of numbers his inner self was practically jumping with joy in his brain, blood blood blood more blood, it chanted in his brain.

Sehdev pressed the final button and in minutes the whole glass palace, that was once known for it's beauty, blasted with a loud deafening sound, glass blasted and were flying in every direction as fire bursted out, shredding and breaking the glasses and ruining it.

The blast was thunderous making the ground tremor violently. They gazed at the burning palace with a sense of relief, few more monsters were finished. The monsters in them on the other had were jumping with joy, ecstatic at the amount of blood shed and death.

Sehdev moved a little ahead as Nakul followed deep within his thoughts. Sehdev snapped his fingers and within a blink of eye they were standing in the grey themed study of their home.

"Nakul report" Yudhisthir's calm voice was a sharp contrast to the heavy tension in the room. "Mission was successful. The way the mission is gone they won't dare hurt any of the females again." Nakul's voice was now more confident, his other four brothers could practically hear the joy that his inner self felt.

"Good. Any serious injuries?" Yudhisthir's critical gaze assessed his four brothers that had been on the mission.

"Nothing serious, I just got a few bruises" Sehdev could feel the tension in room ready to suffocate them. Everyone was on edge their fury lurking in their eyes, ready to come out at any second.

"Let me see. Allow me do my charm." Nakul grinned and winked at Sehdev, who smirked back. Sehdev couldn't be more grateful for his brother's small effort to decapitate the tension in the room. He moved towards Nakul, who started murmuring the healing spells.

"Bhai, how are you?" Arjun asked as he moved towards Bheem eyeing the red angry wound on his shoulder that seemed to heal with the shiny white ghostly dust floating around it, healing each cell.

"Good" he assured trying to ease Arjun's worries. Worry was revolving around his mind for hours now. His fury demanding to be set free, tempting him by various images of him tearing open the bastards by his bare hands and gutting them out.

Bheem squeezed his brothers' hand as he looked at Arjun, assuring him that he was fine. They had lost too many people, too many family members, for what reason? Because the five were born with the magical powers. Powers that made them the king of death and destruction, they never wished to be this, they were born in such a way but was it right to kill their entire family, slaughter them mercilessly? Leaving behind the five of them, they were no princes, no royals, they had just been children of famers, living with their family when King Virendra had attacked them, normal farmers, who knew nothing about fighting and than had taken them to the prison, where they were tortured everyday.

He shook his head, trying to get rid of the dark thoughts, they did nothing but fuel the fury in them. Every moment of their life, since they were merely children of eight to eleven years, they burned for vengeance for the injustice done to them, for the torture and pain, it fueled them every second. Tears filled his eyes, but he never let them flow, never, neither him nor his brothers cried, they hadn't cried since the death of their family, no they didn't let the tears flow, all the pain, all the suffering was held in, to unleash it in the last moment on the man that had been the reason of their destruction.

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*Maasa - Rajasthani word for mother!

*badimaa - Aunt

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The smell of the kheer filled her nose making her take a deep breath, yum, this was heaven, maasa's kheer were the best. Panchaali smiled as she looked around the corridor, a huge smile spreading through her face as a mischievous plan to steal the kheer from the kitchen birthed in her mind.

She smiled as she sneaked in the kitchen, the maids were moving around doing their work, she however was looking just for one thing; kheer. Her eyes fell on the container of the kheer and her mouth watered, yes heaven on earth. She sneaked in, her footsteps light and extended her hand to put it in it when a hand wrapped around hers making her bite her lip as she looked up sheepishly, her eyes focused on her mother who was giving her a stern look.

"Um maasa I wasn't eating the kheer, no, You're misunderstanding I was just seeing whether it's milky enough or not! Yes! That was what I was doing!" She blabbered nonsense, milky enough? Seriously? She wanted to kick herself for the stupid lie! Yuvrani Bhavani bit back a smile as she looked at her daughter, she wanted to role her eyes at her excuse. Milky enough? Really? The girl couldn't lie to save her life. She gave her daughter a stern look, "Hey Krishn! How many times have I told you, no eating kheer before thakur ji's pooja." She chastised making Panchaali pout, "Oh ho Bhavani, let the poor child be. Listen darling I will give you kheer after the pooja for now eat this laddoos." Maharani Yogita smiled as she looked at her seventeen year old niece, who beamed at her with all the innocence of the world as she passed her the bowl of the laddoos. "Thank you badimaa!" She exclaimed as she turned and ran away, "Really jiji you spoil her everyday." Bhavani said with a smile, Yogita returned her smile, her eyes focused on her niece, the most innocent being she had ever seen, the purest of soul, she prayed that one day she'll get a husband who will cherish her. . .

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Krishn smiled as he heard Yogita's prayer, "What's this Kanha? Pandavas as this monsters of darkness? The men that once lit the world with the glow of their dharma (righteousness), now hold such a hatred and darkness in them." Balram asked confused as he looked over the pandavas.

"We all what we believe in, and are beliefs root from our nurturing dau (brother). Like this wet clay children can be molded in any form, in Dvapar Yug, the pandavas had the guidance of Kunti, Pitamah, Pandu, Madri, and Drona, though difficult they had the love of their elders. But this is Kali Yug Dau, their parents and family were taken away at a very young age, the powers gifted to them by nature for the betterment were interpreted as the danger, they were tortured since the young age of 10. All their life they have just seen hate, how can result of such devastation ever be good?" Krishn asked pain and fury lacing his words, "But what now Kanha? They hold the powers of asur's, how can they ever be good?" Balram questioned, worry lacing his words.

"One's caste or creed doesn't define them as evil or good but their karma does, this whole world is based on balance where my sakhi is the light of goodness and righteousness, the pandavas are the darkness, for this world to exist you need both in equal quantity, only poison can cut another poison's effect, what seems like the adharm of Pandavas would built the path for dharm to walk on, before beginning comes the end, Panchaali here is the beginning of dharm and Pandavas will be the end of all the adharmis." Krishn explained with a proud smile on his face, "but Kanha this what you are talking about is getting two very different powers together, death and life, darkness and light,how is that possible?" He asked confused.

"Love works miracle. Now the world shall see, how love becomes the base of every dharm, how every adharm becomes dharm when it's love who guides it." Krishn said with a wide smile, his eyes holding a spark of mischief as he picked his flute and began to play it, emitting a soothing and melodious tune. . .

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