1 Chapter No.1 The Conquer Of Indra
Raaawwwrrr!!!
A roar echoed in the entirety of the battlefield as many Vanaras could be seen running for their lives, Terrified just from a single glance of that man.
670 Million.
That's the count of dead bodies killed by this single person and the majority died from a single Astra too.
Amidst the chaos, the battlefield was painted in hues of despair and fear. The remaining Vanaras sought cover, their hearts pounding with the echoes of that bone-chilling roar. The mysterious figure stood tall, an enigma clad in armor that seemed forged from the shadows themselves.
His name, whispered with dread by those who still dared to speak, was Meghnad, the Conqueror of Indra and Crown Prince of Lanka, surveyed the battlefield with an air of dominance. The aftermath of his deadly Astra was evident in the staggering number of casualties. The once lively and vibrant battleground now lay silent, haunted by the memories of the merciless onslaught.
The surviving Vanaras huddled in fear, their eyes wide with terror. Meghnad's reputation preceded him, and the mere sight of him sent shivers down their spines. His armor, dark as the shadows, added to the ominous aura that surrounded him.
The name Meghnad echoed through the battlefield like a curse, a name that struck fear into the hearts of both mortal and divine beings. The Vanaras, once valiant warriors, now found themselves facing a force that seemed almost invincible.
Meghnad's roar, a primal sound that resonated with power and brutality, lingered in the air, serving as a grim reminder of the destruction he had wrought. The battlefield, once a symbol of valor and courage, now bore witness to the devastating might of this enigmatic figure.
As the remaining Vanaras sought cover, they exchanged fearful glances, realizing the magnitude of the threat before them. Meghnad, with his imposing presence, stood as a symbol of doom, a harbinger of chaos that had left the once-proud warriors broken and defeated.
The battlefield, now stained with the blood of countless fallen, bore witness to a conflict that seemed to transcend the mortal realm. Meghnad's internal struggle is reflected in the subtle nuances of his stance as if torn between the duty to his father and a deeper understanding of the senselessness of the war.
The conflict within Meghnad mirrored the broader tragedy of the battlefield — a clash driven by forces beyond individual desires, a war where the lines between right and wrong blurred in the face of destiny. Despite the overwhelming power he possessed, there was a hint of reluctance in his movements, a trace of sorrow in his eyes.
Coward!
The word "Coward" echoed in Meghnad's mind, a painful reminder of the internal conflict tearing at his soul. His father's accusation weighed heavily on him, as he grappled with the morality of the war he was waging. The proposal to return Sita, the kidnapped wife of Lord Rama, to her husband had been a moment of compassion, a deviation from the ruthless path of destruction he had carved on the battlefield.
Meghnad, despite his fearsome reputation, harbored a conscience that questioned the purpose of the bloodshed and sought a resolution that transcended the brutalities of war. The juxtaposition of his merciless prowess in battle and the hesitation in his actions portrayed a character torn between duty and a deeper understanding of the consequences of his actions.
'I know that I will die today by their hands, But I will die with honor, not as a puppet of war,' Meghnad thought, his internal turmoil evident in the clenching of his fists. The battlefield, now eerily silent, seemed to await the resolution of this internal conflict.
"YOU!!! DEMON!!! I WILL KILL YOU AND FREE THIS WORLD FROM A MONSTER LIKE YOU!!!"
The human brother of Lord Rama, fueled by grief and anger, charged toward Meghnad with a determination that echoed through the desolate battlefield. His eyes burned with the fire of vengeance as he brandished a divine bow, ready to confront the enigmatic figure that had caused so much devastation.
Meghnad turned to face his oncoming adversary, the conflict within him intensifying. The weight of his actions bore down on him, and for a moment, a flicker of remorse crossed his eyes. However, he steeled himself, ready to face the consequences of his choices.
The clash between the two forces, one seeking justice and the other bound by duty, painted a tragic picture on the canvas of war. The human brother unleashed a barrage of arrows, each carrying the grief of a thousand lost lives. Meghnad, with his formidable skills, deftly parried the attacks, but the struggle within him continued to manifest in his conflicted expressions.
As the battle raged on, the surviving Vanaras looked on, torn between their fear of Meghnad and their desire for justice. The echoes of the confrontation reached the heavens, where gods and celestial beings observed the unfolding drama with a mix of curiosity and concern.
The clash between duty and morality, vengeance and compassion, played out in the physical and metaphysical realms. The very fabric of the battlefield seemed to absorb the conflicting energies, resonating with the turmoil that gripped Meghnad's soul.
Rumble~ Rumble~
BOOOM!
Thunder claps resounded as the clash between the human brother and Meghnad reached a crescendo. The heavens themselves seemed to react to the intensity of the battle as if nature itself mourned the tragedy unfolding below.
Twang ~
Twang~
Arrows after arrows soared through the air, leaving trails of light and shadow as the two adversaries engaged in a deadly dance. The battlefield, once silent, now echoed with the sounds of their fierce combat.
Meghnad, despite his internal conflict, fought with unparalleled skill and determination. His movements were a blend of grace and ferocity, a testament to the training he had received as the Crown Prince of Lanka. The human brother, fueled by grief and righteous anger, pressed on, driven by a determination to end the reign of the perceived demon before him.
The clash between the two forces reached a critical point, each arrow and strike carrying the weight of the choices made on the battlefield. Meghnad's dark armor gleamed under the ominous sky, reflecting the turmoil within his soul. The human brother, relentless in his pursuit of justice, seemed to draw strength from the cries of the fallen and the suffering inflicted upon the Vanaras.
The air crackled with energy as divine weapons clashed, sending shockwaves through the battlefield. The surviving Vanaras, watching the confrontation unfold, could feel the tension in the air. Meghnad's reputation as a formidable warrior clashed with the human brother's unwavering resolve, creating a spectacle that transcended the boundaries of mere mortal conflict.
Whoosh~
Whoosh~
But two arrows slipped past Meghnad's arrows and one arrow struck the charioteer and the other destroyed a wheel of his chariot.
The unexpected turn of events startled both the Vanaras and Meghnad himself. The human brother, seizing the opportunity, pressed forward with renewed determination. Meghnad, now without a chariot, stood alone on the battlefield, his aura of invincibility momentarily shattered.
Despite the setback, Meghnad faced his adversary with unwavering resolve. His eyes glinted with a mix of defiance and acceptance of his fate. The surviving Vanaras, witnessing the vulnerability of their feared opponent, felt a spark of hope kindling within them.
"THIS IS THE END FOR YOU DEMON!!!"
"Anjalikastra!"
The human brother, invoking a powerful celestial weapon, launched the Anjalikastra toward Meghnad with a fierce determination to end the conflict. The arrow, surrounded by a divine glow, streaked through the air with unparalleled speed, leaving a trail of brilliance in its wake.
Meghnad, without a chariot to evade the attack, faced the impending threat with a calm acceptance. The battlefield held its breath as the Anjalikastra closed in on its target, a moment frozen in time where the clash of forces, both physical and metaphysical, reached its zenith.
The celestial weapon struck Meghnad, and for a moment, the world seemed to stand still. The impact sent shockwaves through the battlefield, resonating with the conflicting energies that had defined the confrontation. Meghnad, beheaded by the Anjalikastra, staggered backward, his armor now adorned with the brilliance of divine light.
The battlefield fell silent once more as Meghnad's lifeless body stood, a grotesque testament to the supernatural powers that had fueled his existence. The surviving Vanaras, initially paralyzed by fear, began to comprehend the magnitude of the event unfolding before them.
The human brother, panting with exhaustion, approached the lifeless figure. The divine bow he held trembled in his hands as he stared at the once-feared enemy now reduced to a mere puppet of war. The conflict within Meghnad, evident in his final moments, lingered in the air like a haunting melody.
The celestial beings above, having witnessed the culmination of this tragic chapter, exchanged solemn glances. The clash between duty and morality had reached its resolution, and the consequences of Meghnad's choices were etched in the scars of the battlefield.
The surviving Vanaras, though victorious, felt a somber atmosphere settle over the once-bustling battleground. Meghnad's demise, despite the terror he had instilled, invoked a sense of pity and reflection among those who had witnessed his internal struggle.
As the news of Meghnad's defeat spread, a mixture of relief and sorrow swept through the Vanara ranks. The enigmatic figure, who had left an indelible mark on the battlefield, now lay still, his dark armor reflecting the harsh reality of the choices made in the name of duty and destiny.
The human brother, though victorious, couldn't shake the weight of the lives lost and the internal conflict that had marked Meghnad's final moments. The echoes of the bone-chilling roar, the ruthless Astra, and the name Meghnad would forever be etched in the memories of those who had survived the harrowing battle.
That day a warrior died, And not just any warrior-The most powerful warrior of that era.
Meghnad.
The Conquer Of Indra.
The Lord Of Sky.
The Famous INDRAJIT.
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*To Be Continued*
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This is one of the stories, I was excited to write about.
In my opinion, Meghnad was also like Karna who died wrongly. And I know many will not like this thought of mine but even then I would like to write this story for peace of my mind.
Thank you for reading till now.
And don't worry I will continue to write my other novels too.
Peace Out✌️
