The pandavas stood there, their mouths hung open as they looked at their sweet innocent wife sitting on the dead bodies, one hand resting on the head of an innocent girl, who bowed in front of her, another rested on the hilt of the sword whose peak was embedded in the ground as the blood dripped down it. Her one feet rested on the chest of a beheaded dead body while the other rested on the head that was detached from it's body. Her eyes red with fury as her clothes dripped from blood.

A blast went off behind her making her look even scarier yet beautiful. The man whose hand she had cut stood and ran away, the pandavas looked around at all the bodies that littered the ground, blood flowing everywhere.

The people around them bowed, but instead of fear, this was out of respect. The women were freed from the shackles as they ran to their family hugging them close, in the chaos of meeting their loved one no one noticed Panchaali leave.

Panchaali moved to the nearby alley, her sword falling back as she limped there, she felt dirty, as the adrenaline and the anger faded the gravity of the situation dawned on her. Her heart trembled and so did her body as she stood against the wall.

Her heart hammered wildly in her chest as tears glazed in her eyes, one after another the tears dripped down her chest. As she slipped down the wall, so many lives! She killed so many of them ruthlessly. Tears dripped down her chest as the images of all the blood and gore ran through her mind, she feel the phantom crunching sounds of the necks as they gave out under her swords and the head was dislocated from their bodies.

Her soul was weeping for all the destruction that she had caused, they too would be someone's sons, someone's father, husband or family. And she just like that destroyed everything. She knew they were wrong, she knew she shouldn't feel guilty but her heart didn't understand logic, all it understood was that she had killed so many of them, their lives forever taken.

Many wives would be widowed today while many children lost their fathers, her heart hurt as she thought about all those families. Black spots danced in her vision as she felt the world around her tilt as she lost her consciousness.

One of the runaway guards that was hidden in the alleyway came out, his anger knew no bounds as he glared at the woman who had killed so many of his teammates. Fury and hatred concocted together, creating a toxic mix that willed him to end the life of this woman just as mercilessly as she had his teammates.

His hand tightened on the hilt of his dagger as he pulled it out, he moved towards her, the stench of blood surrounding the air making it difficult for him to breath. His teammates blood, the ones that this woman killed! The larva of his fury was ready to erupt, his hate for her crossing every boundary. He wanted to cut her into fine pieces and feed those pieces to the dogs. This woman didn't deserve to live, was she even a woman? She wasn't even a human, she deserved to die!

His grip on the hilt tightened as sweat beaded on his forehead, his heart beat with fury, hate and fear. For he knew if she woke up, even the gods above won't be able to save her. As he reached closer to her, he took in her face, his breathing hitched as his eyes set on the beauty in front of him.

Though she was covered in blood, he couldn't deny the pull he felt towards her, she was so beautiful. Her luscious lips were slightly parted as her thick lashes covered her face. Her face was the perfect mask of calmness as her soft smooth free skin invited him for a touch. Her blemish free face that had an unnatural glow, a beauty that surpassed all the expectations, he had no words as he forgot everything.

The only thing that mattered to him in this moment was to make this beautiful being his, the image of her moving around his house working made him smile sinisterly. The mere thought of her in his chambers had him smirking smugly, he noticed the mangalsutr, chudamani, the sindur in her maang, her finger had a wedding ring while her toes had toe ring, showing the world proudly that the woman was married.

He smirked as he spat on the ground next to her, what short of husband leaves such a beautiful woman out of his sight? He thought as he crouched next to her, a smug look passed on his face, this woman had dared to kill his teammates, he would destroy her. She very proudly had raised this head, he will force it to bow it.

"You will regret everything that you did you whore! I will show you what your place is, as a woman you are nothing but the tool to warm up the bed of a man. You deserve to die a very painful and slow death, don't worry I will give it to you. Or maybe I have a better idea, I would rape you, make you realise that you can never be good than a man, that your place is always under a man! You whore!" He spat the word, the acid of his hatred burning every word in his mind.

Laughter broke through his mouth as his hand moved towards her odhni, his heart pumping with excitement as his mind thought about all the ways he would humiliate and insult her. His joy was on cloud nine as he smirked smugly.

The whistling of the air was all the warning he got as he turned his head sideways. His eyes widened as his body froze in shock, a scream left his mouth as hot blazing pain shot through his arm as he watched with wide eyes as the part below his elbow was cut off clean.

Blood poured out of his cut hand as he screamed looking down at his cut hand that lay lifeless on the ground. He screamed in terror as he moved back his eyes focused on the entry of the alleyway where five men stood.

If looks could kill he would be dead by the mere looks of those five men, Arjun, Bheem and Yudhisthir moved ahead, the fury had broken all the bounds as they glared at the man who had dared to try touch their wife, the dirty words he spoke about her still rang in their ears. They had wanted to come in as girls but the fury took the best of them as their illusion shattered revealing their true self to him.

"Who...who are you?" The man tried to sound but miserably failed as he was trembling with fear, "We are the ones who she married." The man's eyes widened in fear as he looked at the woman who was being dotted over by two other men. Arjun pulled out his dagger, as all he could hear were the dirty words he spoke, his eyes focused on the eyes of the man, the same eyes that dared look at his wife with wrong deeds.

"No eyes have ever been able to look at her in the wrong way. And those who dared have no eyes left." Dhananjay's words were cold, the man trembled as he begged, crying and promising on everything in the world to never look at any woman, Paarth would have forgiven him for ones he had been honest but hearing the lies in his words just added to the fuel in his fury that blazed brighter in his chest.

His hands moved swiftly as he removed the eyeballs of the man, the man screamed on top of his voice as he rolled on the ground with pain, the three brothers turned around swiftly their eyes settled on Nakul, who carried their wife bridal style as Sahadev caressed her head. The five brother left with her, leaving behind the screaming and crying man.

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Arjun dipped his head in the water of the cool waterfall,  "Why is she not waking up?" Bheem asked worried as he caressed the cheeks of his wife, "I think she somehow unlocked her suppressed powers for awhile, which exhausted her, now she won't wake up for next 8 hours at least." Sahadev stated as he caressed the head of his wife, "let's get her cleaned than." Arjun suggested making the others nodded.

Bheem removed her chudamani as Nakul began unbraiding her long dark hair, Sahadev took of her toe rings and finger rings as Yudhisthir slowly undid her odhni. Arjun moved to the edge of the waterfall where his wife lay and undid the mangalsutr and passed it to Sahadev for safe keeping.

Dhananjay wrapped his arms around his arms as he pulled her in the waters with him . The water turned a dark shade of red, her head laid on his chest as he felt her move, she blinked her droopy eyes open, her eyes meeting his, "You're safe with us my little one." He whispered making her nod as she gave in the intense pull of the slumber that pulled her under its flow.

Arjun cleansed her body as Nakul washed her hair, soon she was cleaned and passed back to Bheem, who picked her up and carried her behind a tree where her clothes lay. He changed her clothes as he laid her on the soft grass just as Arjun got out of bath and moved towards her, "I'll be with her jyest, you go and have bath with others." Arjun stated as Bheem nodded, he stood up and left. Dhananjay smiled tiredly as he laid next to his wife, he carefully picked her head and laid on his bicep as he caressed her soft cheek, he pulled her closer to him his forehead resting against hers as he pressed his lips to hers.

He couldn't help himself as the intense need to feel her close washed over him, his hands fisted in soft wet air as his lips moved against hers, she responded with equal fervour feeling the lips of her husband, his lips moved down to her jaw as his heart thundered in his chest, as warm feelings unfurled in his chest. He trailed down kisses to her jaw to her neck and sucked as well as bit hard on collarbone, pleasure zapped through her body as she arched in him, he growled at her responsiveness as he felt her nails bit in on his back making him growl in need, seeing her in so much danger had nearly drove him bonkers, he wanted nothing more than hide her in his arms, where she would forever be safe. To him it didn't matter that she could fight the entire world but to him she was always his to protect, his to love, and his to care for. . .

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