Aranya struggled to her feet, her voice trembling with confusion and rage.
"H-how is this possible…?" she hissed, staring at Yuvaan as though witnessing a nightmare.
"You were dying. Your heartbeat was fading. How are you still alive? How are you— like this?"
Yuvaan stepped toward her slowly, each footstep echoing with authority and ancient power.
His eyes glowed a deeper, more dangerous red.
A smirk curled on his lips.
"It seems…" he said, voice low and smooth,
"…it wasn't my time to leave yet."
He lifted his hand casually, almost lazily.
"But it is your time."
Aranya's eyes widened.
Yuvaan tilted his head, mocking her final moment.
"So… bye-bye."
With a sharp flick of his fingers, a bolt of red-gold fire ignited in his palm and blasted across the room.
Aranya screamed as the flames engulfed her, her form burning away into dust and blackened silk.
The webs binding the family instantly dissolved.
For a moment, there was silence.
Then—
"Yuvaan!" Bhoomi cried, rushing forward as tears streamed down her face.
The whole family surged toward him—Bhoomi, Vinod, Susheela, Chandrika, Riddhi—wrapping him in trembling arms, sobbing and laughing in disbelief.
Yuvaan softened, lifting his hands to hug them back gently.
His eyes dimmed from crimson to warm brown, just for that moment.
Across the hall, Varun and Mishka—still trapped in broken webs on the floor—exchanged a glance.
Varun let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding.
A faint smile tugged at his lips.
"Typical Yuvaan," he whispered. "Making an entrance…"
Mishka smiled too, wincing from her injury but relieved.
"Good. Now Kiara just needs to come back."
Their eyes lifted to Yuvaan—the resurrected king standing strong in the center of his reunited family.
The last strands of Aranya's web dissolved, freeing Mishka and Varun at last. They staggered up, brushing off the sticky remnants, relief washing over their faces.
Before anyone could speak, the mansion doors burst open with a heavy thud.
Kiara and Vikram stepped inside—dust-streaked, exhausted, wounded… but alive.
The moment Kiara's eyes fell on Yuvaan, her breath caught.
Her steps faltered.
Tears gathered instantly.
Yuvaan turned—his gaze locking onto her—and for a heartbeat, the world went still.
Slowly… almost reverently… they walked toward each other.
Yuvaan's lips curved into that teasing, familiar smirk.
"You really proved it today…" he murmured, voice warm.
"Just how stubborn you are."
Kiara sniffed, trying not to cry as she hit his chest with her hand lightly.
"Of course. I've been stubborn since I was a kid."
Her voice wavered, but she held her composure.
"That old, mean witch didn't know… so I had to teach her a lesson."
Yuvaan chuckled softly and—typical him—lifted his arm, flexing his muscle playfully.
"And look at you…" he teased.
"You've become quite powerful."
Kiara rolled her eyes affectionately.
"What do you mean 'become'? I'm Jishwa after all."
They both laughed—soft, shaky, relieved.
Then Kiara finally closed the distance and threw her arms around him, hugging him tight.
Yuvaan wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer, burying his face in her hair for a moment longer than necessary.
Vikram watched them with quiet pride.
The family behind them exhaled in collective relief, some wiping tears.
Two souls—saved, reunited, victorious.
Meanwhile — Kaal Vansh
The cavernous halls of Kaal Vansh shook with a sudden surge of dark energy.
Taamsi stood before the black throne, her claws digging into the stone armrest as her entire body trembled with outrage. The torches around her flickered violently, reacting to the storm brewing inside her.
Aranya's ashes still lingered in the ritual bowl.
The failure stung like poison.
Taamsi's eyes blazed crimson.
Her voice echoed, cold enough to freeze blood.
"That warlock king… should have died."
She paced the floor, each step cracking the black tiles beneath her feet.
"And that girl—Kiara…"
Her lips curled in disgust.
"…dared to kill Kalapishachi. Dared to break the curse."
A violent burst of magic exploded from her palm, shattering a pillar into dust.
"They won today."
Her voice dropped to a low, venomous whisper.
"But they will not win forever."
She lifted her face to the dark ceiling, hatred twisting her features.
"I swear…"
Her fangs glinted.
Her eyes burned like molten coal.
"…Yuvaan and Kiara will never unite in peace."
"They will never be safe."
"And they will never be happy—
not while Taamsi lives."
The chamber trembled, shadows swirling like serpents around her as she unleashed a final scream of rage—
A promise.
A curse.
A coming storm.
✨ Precap Teaser ✨
Soft temple bells echo as Yuvaan and Kiara stand together under a canopy of marigolds, taking their sacred vows. Their hands are bound with the red ritual thread… their eyes locked with unspoken promises.
The family surrounds them, glowing with happiness —
Bhoomi wipes her tears, Chandrika joins her palms in prayer, Vikram and Varun stand proudly beside the couple.
But beneath all this bliss…
a serpentine shadow slithers silently across the temple walls, watching the wedding with cold, unblinking interest.
Just as Yuvaan fills Kiara's maang with sindoor—
CREAK…
The main door groans open.
Every head turns.
Footsteps echo.
A silhouette enters… tall, unmoving… unreadable.
Kiara's smile fades.
Yuvaan stiffens.
Vikram and Varun instinctively step forward.
The entire family gasps.
The shadowy figure lifts their head—
And the screen cuts to black.
"Who is this new storm about to gatecrash their lives…?"
"And what destiny will they bring for Yuvaan and Kiara?"
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