The family—especially Bhoomi—screams "Yuvaan!" as they rush to a collapsing, bleeding Yuvaan. Bhoomi drops beside him, trembling, while Chandrika covers her mouth in horror. Kiara falls to her knees, tears streaming uncontrollably.
Just then Varun and Vikram burst into the hall, freezing in shock at the sight before them.
Yuvaan's eyes flutter as memories flood him—Kiara's laughter, Angad's tiny cupcakes from childhood, Vinod's proud smile, Bhoomi wiping his tears, the family finally whole again… and Kiara's face shining with love. The images blur as his consciousness slips.
His wounds refuse to heal.
Vikram and Varun instantly kneel beside him, trying to hold him steady as the crimson spreads across his chest.
"Yuvaan! Yuvaan, look at me!" Kiara shakes him, her voice breaking. Her sobs intensify as flashes of her own six deaths suddenly return to her—every moment she had died… and every time he had brought her back.
Vinod presses trembling fingers against Yuvaan's neck.
Silence.
A beat.
Then he whispers, voice cracking:
"His heartbeat… is slowing. Yuvaan is going to die."
The words shatter Kiara.
Vikram clenches his jaw, shaking his head.
"No. He's the Warlock King. His heart… it won't stop immediately. It will keep beating for six hours before death takes him. That's… that's all the time we have."
Kiara breaks down completely, holding Yuvaan's limp hand, crying his name as the reality crashes over her—
He saved her life seven times.
And now he is dying for her.
Bhoomi's hands tremble as she cups Yuvaan's blood-stained face, her tears falling into his hair.
"Yuvaan… beta… open your eyes… please…"
Her voice cracks, splintering under the weight of helplessness.
She turns to Vikram, almost collapsing into him.
"Vikram… save my child. I am begging you… save him."
Susheela is already on the floor, holding onto Yuvaan's lifeless arm.
Aakash and Riddhi stand frozen, sobbing like children, unable to breathe through their grief.
Vikram kneels beside Yuvaan, his own eyes wet despite years of control.
He checks Yuvaan's pulse, his magic instinctively glowing around his fingers…
…only to flicker out, powerless.
He swallows hard.
"Bhoomi… Yuvaan took the curse into himself."
His voice shakes.
"There is nothing in my power… or anyone's… that can undo this."
A silence falls—heavy, suffocating, devastating.
Kiara kneels beside Yuvaan slowly, almost mechanically, as if her body is moving while her soul stays frozen.
Her hand touches Yuvaan's chest.
He is warm.
Alive.
But slipping.
Vinod whispers, broken—
"His heartbeat… it's slowing. He doesn't have long."
Vikram wipes his tears harshly.
"He's the Warlock King. His heart will fight for six more hours before it gives out."
Six hours.
Six hours until the man she loves—
the man who died so she could live—
leaves her forever.
Kiara's breath catches.
And suddenly, like a shard of memory slicing through fog—
she remembers.
The ditch.
The poison.
The arrows.
Six deaths.
Six times she was supposed to die.
And six times Yuvaan pulled her back.
Her hand flies to her mouth as the truth crashes into her chest.
He saved her every time.
He rewound time—
over and over—
burning away pieces of his own life to protect hers.
Her body shakes.
A strangled sob escapes her throat.
Bhoomi clings to Yuvaan's hand, whispering broken prayers.
"God… please… please don't take my son…"
The room is drowning in grief.
Kiara suddenly whispers—so softly it's almost lost between sobs:
"What… what if the one who cast the curse… dies?"
Vikram's head snaps up.
The family looks at her—confused, devastated, desperate.
Vikram's eyes widen slowly, as if something long forgotten rises from the depths of his mind.
He whispers back, almost in disbelief:
"If the caster dies… the curse ends."
The realization sits in the air like a trembling candle flame.
Kiara's tears stop—not because the pain lessens, but because something stronger begins to rise from beneath it.
She looks at Yuvaan's face.
The man who fought destiny.
The man who chose her.
The man who is dying in her arms.
She brushes a strand of hair from his forehead with trembling fingers.
Then—
Kiara stands.
Slowly.
As if gathering every broken piece of herself and welding them back together.
Her voice is raw, steady, and unshaking:
"Everyone… wipe your tears."
Bhoomi looks up, lost and shattered.
"Kiara…?"
Kiara wipes her own face with the edge of her sleeve.
Her eyes are swollen, red… yet burning with purpose.
"Yuvaan is not leaving us."
Her voice cracks on the first word, but the rest lands like steel.
"Not today. Not in six hours. Not ever."
She turns toward the door, her fists tightening.
Every step she takes carries the weight of love, grief, rage, and determination intertwined.
"I will kill Kalapishachi."
She breathes out, steady.
Deadly.
"Even if it costs me my last breath."
The family watches her—
The girl who entered this house as a bride…
now walking out as a warrior.
A lover.
A storm.
A woman ready to fight death itself.
To be continued....
📺 PRECAP
The air inside the cavern turns ice-cold as Kalapishachi materializes from the swirling darkness, her laughter echoing like a curse.
Kalapishachi (smirking):
"Six hours, Kiara.
That's all your precious Warlock King has left.
His heart… slowing with every breath."
Kiara's chest tightens, but her fear hardens into resolve.
Her gown is tattered from the fight, her hair wild, her hands trembling—yet her eyes burn with unshakable fire.
She steps forward, voice low but unwavering.
Kiara:
"I wasn't born to save Yuvaan…
I was born to kill him."
Her words echo—honest, haunting.
Then she lifts her chin, her aura flaring like molten gold.
Kiara:
"But destiny doesn't decide what I feel.
I choose him.
And I choose to fight for him."
The ground rumbles as her Jishwa powers ignite, fierce and blinding.
Kiara (with quiet, lethal promise):
"I will kill you, Kalapishachi…
because I will not let my husband die."
Kalapishachi snarls, shadows whipping around her.
Kalapishachi:
"Come then.
Let us see if a love that was never meant to exist…
can defy the fate written in your blood."
Light and darkness crash together in a violent blaze—
two destinies colliding.
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Will Kiara conquer the demon who created the curse…
or will fate claim the Warlock King before dawn?
The next chapter decides everything.