The hooded men moved down the corridor leaving behind trails of dead bodies, they sneakily killed everyone, not giving them enough time to the guards as they attacked them on their backs or beheading them.

The huge dark door of Panchaali's room was shut closed. The leader stepped up, his hood falling back revealing his face.

He moved forward, a finger on his lips signalling everyone to be quite as he walked towards the door. His one hand touched the wood of the door while other tightened on the hilt of the sword. A smirk appeared on his face when he heard nothing, he pushed the door open slowly, his eyes looking around the dark room as he tiptoed in. His men following him in, the room was submerged in darkness as he walked in searching for the princess. Everything in the room was too quiet, one could practically hear their breathing, his gaze scanned the temple area of the room, nothing. The bathroom, the wardrobe room, everywhere, nothing. Finally he sneaked towards the sleeping area, his feet light as the air.

The huge round bed in the center of the sleeping area had white canopy around it as the twilight of the moon lit the room, the white curtains fluttered as the wind blew making the curl of Panchaali's hair fall on her cheeks. He gazed at her for a moment forgetting all about his reason to be there as his eyes fell on the Gandivdhaari's wife. The man really was an idiot to let such a woman unprotected, a woman like hers was a precious jewel that needed to be protected. His eyes travelled on her face, her long dark thick lashes rested against her cheeks as her eyes were closed, her soft skin glistening in the moon light like a diamond, she lay on her back, her one hand kept on the pillow next to her head as the other rested on her stomach. The lower half of her body till her stomach was covered by the thick white quilt. The palloo of the odhni that covered her body was fluttering carelessly on the edge of the bed as her long dark tresses were set loose in waves. She looked serene and calm, like the goddess of beauty herself lay in a deep sleep. She wore no jewellery to bed except the mangalsutr, that rested on her chest proudly. Her maang filled with sindur as a small gold nose ring sparkled in her nose. With almost no jewelry she looked so beautiful, without her making any effort she radiated a beauty that surpassed everyone's expectations, he wondered how beautiful she must look when she actually made an effort and got ready. His hand raised with the wish to touch the beauty, the one that lay on the bed. The queen wanted her dead, her husband obviously wasn't here, he would do them both a favour and take her with him as his mistress. He smirked as his eyes shone with lust, he moved towards the bed and moved the thin see through white cloth that acted as the canopy aside, his hand reaching out to touch her.

He snapped out of his trance as he felt something thick and strong wrap around his hand that was raised to touch her, his eyes widened as fear shot thorough his heart as they landed on the thick huge cobra that hissed dangerously making his heart thud, before he could process what was happening, the cobra hissed and shot his head up, mouth opening revealing his huge deadly poisonous fangs that sunk in his throat, piercing through his skin as the snake clenched his mouth harder piercing deeper, releasing it's poison in him. He fell on his back quivering on the floor like a fish out of water on the floor, his face turned blue before white foam appeared out of his mouth and he died. Within moments he was dead, the remaining men watched their leader die, too shocked to understand what just happened, the six foot long thick cobra hissed and slithered forward hissing, one of the man raised his sword to kill the snake, his jaw dropped as the sword in his hand fell on the ground and clanked as it slipped from his numb fingers, his eyes wide as he looked at the sight in front of him.

The snake had increased his size so drastically that his head now hit the ceiling, he now had five huge heads that hissed at them, the multiple eyes of the snake shined, terror seized the heart of the men as they turned around to leave. The movement the snake moved away from the bed, Panchaali's  mangalsutr pulsed before radiating a red aura ball that wrapped around the bed like a shielding preventing anything to enter,  even the sound. The men ran towards the door but froze as dread seeped in their body, their eyes looking at the other huge snake.

This one was just as huge, he however just had one head but was just as dangerous. The men were surrounded from both the sides, they screamed and cried in fear as they looked at the two snakes looming over them like death. The snakes crushed the heads of the men as they sunk their fangs in their faces killing them all, blood and poison filled the room as the snakes began their deadly game.

Arjun's anger knew no bounds, his fury was blazing brightly as he moved through the halls of Panchaal's palace, his gandiv showering the arrows, killing every last person, he kicked the door to his wife's room open, red filled his mind as he looked at the amount of men in her room, he raised his Gandiv aiming at the only alive man that stood quivering in front of his pet snakes. He released the string and arrows shot through it piercing his body, there was not one single body part of the men that wasn't pierced, he was laying on the bed of arrows.

Arjun's fury however just blazed brighter,  "Stay with her!" He growled, ordering the snakes who nodded, he turned around and marched towards the king's chambers. Killing everyone on his way, he kicked the door open his eyes looking around as they fell on Drupad's body, he completely ignored him, his hands tightening on the dhanush as he looked at Kritika.

"Rajkumar!" She exclaimed as she cried, her hand around the bleeding wound that she created. Her eyes widened as he raised his Gandiv pointing it at her, the words of Sumitra's letters swirling in his mind, fueling his fury. "What are you doing?! I am the mother of your wife!" She shouted, her heart galloping in her chest as fear filled her, his glare intensified. "Don't you dare speak my wife's name from your filthy mouth. You have done enough, you dare touch her?! I never dared to glare at her and you freaking raised your hand on her?!" He shouted making her quiver in fear, before she could say anything he shout multiple arrows in her hands and legs, she screamed. "Scream all you want. No one is there to listen. For all are dead. Don't worry I won't give you such a simple death. I have heard that burning oneself alive is the most painful torture, days after days my wife has burned through the fire of your abuse. Now you will be burned alive along with this palace!" He growled as he raised his gandiv  and shot arrows that began to burn the room, flames enveloping it. She screamed and begged as he ignored all her cries the way she ignored Panchaali's.

He knew that it won't take long for the fire to burn everything, he marched to her room. The snakes left out of the bedroom the moment he entered, he moved to her bed, he touched the red blazing aura ball that surrounded her bed and it disappeared. He looked at her, his fury lessening as he gazed at her sleeping form, he picked her in his arms bridal style,  her close proximity calming the storm of wrath in him, he pressed his lips to her forehead as he moved out of the palace with her in his arms.

Arjun straddled his horse, his wife in arms, her head lay on his chest as he covered her with the white shawl she had gifted him. Both her legs lay over his one as she sat sideways, her body slumped against his. He ran his hand through her hair while the other held the reigns of the horse, his two snakes were back to their calm form of hardly a meter as they wrapped themselves on his bicep of one hand. His messenger eagle that he had given to Sumitra resting on his shoulder. His eyes however focused on the palace of Panchaal that was burning into ashes. "Your hell is burning to ashes love." He whispered as he talked to her sleeping form, his lips pressed to her forehead as he continued to run his fingers through her hair, his eyes staring at the blazing palace that was a nightmare for his wife, he relished the moment as he watched it end. . .

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