✨Pratap Singh Mansion ✨
The hall trembled under Mohana's dark presence. Her braid writhed like a living whip, black smoke curling and twisting, each movement radiating lethal intent. Her laughter, sharp and cruel, filled the air, daring anyone to challenge her.
But the family did not falter.
Vikram's eyes burned with determination as he gripped his Reeva bow. Varun stood beside him, arrows nocked and ready, his focus unshakable. Kajal's golden aura flared around her, the Swarnnaagin poised to strike with deadly precision. Chandrika, Bhoomi, Susheela, Aakash, Riddhi, and Angad formed a protective circle around Yuvaan and Kiara, every face etched with courage, every heartbeat synchronized with purpose.
Kiara's hand clutched Yuvaan's tightly, their silent connection a shield stronger than any magic.
Chandrika's voice rang out, unwavering: "We are united. No darkness, no daayan, no power will harm the child growing within Kiara!"
Bhoomi's voice followed, trembling but resolute: "For Yuvaan, for Kiara, for our family! Together, we are stronger than any evil!"
One by one, the family's voices joined hers, a chorus of defiance that echoed through the mansion, shaking the very air around Mohana.
Mohana's mocking laughter faltered, just for a heartbeat. Then she straightened, her eyes glinting dangerously. "How touching," she sneered. "Do you truly think your unity matters? That your bonds can protect the child you so foolishly claim?"
Yuvaan stepped forward, shielding Kiara instinctively. His voice was steady, unwavering: "It doesn't matter how strong you are. What matters is we are together. And together… nothing you do can succeed."
A tense silence fell. The only sound was the low hiss of Mohana's smoke and the steady breathing of the family, hearts set on one goal: protect the child at all costs.
Mohana's sinister grin widened, but for the first time, a shadow of unease flickered across her expression.
Vikram and Varun reacted instantly, their Reeva bows strung taut, arrows flying with lethal precision.
But Mohana didn't flinch. Her eyes glowed with dark fire, and with a single, commanding gesture, the arrows froze midair. Time itself seemed to hesitate around them.
"I am Mohana," she declared, her voice echoing like thunder through the mansion. "The great witch, the eternal power. None can touch me."
With a violent sweep of her hand, the arrows were flung aside like mere twigs, clattering harmlessly across the floor. Then, a wave of dark energy erupted from her, rippling outward in a pulse that knocked everyone off their feet.
Chandrika, Bhoomi, Susheela, Aakash, Riddhi, Angad, Vikram, Varun, Yuvaan, and Kiara were hurled backward, crashing against walls and furniture, struggling to rise as Mohana's laughter filled the hall—cold, mocking, triumphant.
Yet even as they fell, their eyes met one another. Fear trembled at the edges of their hearts, but it did not dominate. They rose slowly, bruised but unbroken, determination igniting like a fire that no darkness could snuff out.
Yuvaan tightened his hold on Kiara's hand. "We won't let her take what's ours," he said, his voice low, fierce, and unwavering.
Kajal's golden aura flared, her Swarnnaagin form shimmering with intensity. "Together," she whispered, her eyes scanning the family. "No one falls alone."
The mansion held its breath, the calm before the storm, as Mohana's dark presence loomed over them, the ultimate test of their unity and resolve beginning.
With a flick of her hand, Mohana's dark magic surged through the air like a living storm. One by one, the family members—Chandrika, Bhoomi, Susheela, Aakash, Riddhi, Angad, Vikram, and even Varun—were lifted off their feet, their limbs flailing helplessly as invisible forces hurled them violently across the mansion.
Walls rattled, furniture shattered, and the floor cracked where they landed, each collision echoing like thunder.
Yuvaan fought against the invisible pull, but the dark energy flung him toward the basement with a heavy thud. He groaned, pressing a hand to his ribs, but his eyes remained fixed on the hall above, on Kiara.
Meanwhile, in the grand hall, Mohana's eyes glittered like molten obsidian as she turned her attention fully to Kiara.
"Look at you," Mohana's voice dripped with mockery. "All alone. Your family scattered, your husband tossed aside. How does it feel, Jishwa? Powerless? Vulnerable?"
Kiara's fists clenched, her heartbeat hammering in her ears, yet her gaze never wavered. Even without her powers, the aura of Jishwa radiated around her—a quiet, unyielding strength that no magic could extinguish.
Mohana's laugh rang through the hall, cold and triumphant, as shadows writhed around her feet, creeping forward like dark serpents.
"You see," Mohana taunted, stepping closer, her aura of darkness pressing against Kiara like a physical force, "even divine blood cannot save you when you are utterly alone."
Kiara's eyes narrowed, a spark of defiance igniting. "I'm never alone," she whispered under her breath, her voice trembling but firm. "Not as long as I breathe."
The hall fell silent for a heartbeat, the tension thick enough to choke on. Mohana's smirk faltered, just slightly, as she sensed that this battle would be far from easy.