Shatvari's mantra recital grew intense. She felt her body becoming lighter with every mantra. She felt as if floating in the air. Her body infused and absorbed the divine light from the Yantra and started to emit light. Her face was glowing with a golden spiritual aura. She bowed down to touch the ground with her head and offered her gratitude to Maharshi Vasudev and the magical Yantra.
As she came out, it was evident that her ritual was successful. A loud deafening roar erupted “Jai Mahakaali, Jai Bhadrakaali.”
Shatvari raised her hand and said, “Today Mahakaali is with us. Victory is ours. Jai Mahakaali.”
The Chandalas, led by Shatvari moved in the direction of the king's fort to destroy the enemies.
Amodini fought with courage and determination. She was not a trained warrior. She was just a dancer who knew only delicate dance movements. Suddenly she saw somebody running with naked sword towards her. It was Indrajit on horseback galloping towards her with the cruellest of intentions. She clutched the reins of her horse tighter with her left hand and held her sword even tighter in her right. Indrajit came closer and made a wild slash at her. She swayed back to save herself. He again attacked and this time she took it on her sword. The clatter of metal on metal thundered her heart but she held on. Indrajit kicked his horse and quickly turned around and made an enormous heave to slash her throat. Amodini closed her eyes out of fear at the certain death dancing in front of her. She heard the swords clattering and a loud moan of more than one person. As she opened her eyes, she saw Indrajit lying on the ground with a sword stuck in his abdomen. She realised that the person who took the deathly blow from Indrajit to save her life was also lying on the ground with a deep gash on his right shoulder. It was Damodar. As she was about to jump off the horse to go to Damodar she saw Indrajit fiercely running towards Damodar carrying a sword.
“Damodar!” She cried at the top of her voice. But it was too late. Indrajit had already hit Damodar with his sword. She jumped off her horse and took Damodar in her lap. The blood was springing forth to drain him dry. He was critically injured. Indrajit had also fallen to never get up again.
Shatvari saw it happening with bewildered eyes. The man lying in Amodini's lap was none other than her old soulmate Damodar. Shatvari had never imagined that she would meet him in the middle of warzone in such a wounded state. She ran to take Damodar in her arms. Amodini stood up and took a step back.
“Shatvari...isn't it a poetic justice that we meet again in this battlefield. Please forgive me for all my sins. I realise that all the suffering and humiliation you had to undergo were because of my lust. It was my lust for Amodini's beauty and youthful charms that caused our separation. Now it's due to the same Amodini that we have met again. This is called karmic cycle. We accumulate debt through our Karma and pay them back through our karma. Life is like this,” said Damodar.
Damodar then looked up at Amodini and said, “I hope I have this time paid your debt Amodini. Now you can't say that I forget.”
Damodar had never seen Amodini in this state, dressed as a warrior with tear-filled eyes and blood stained badly wounded body.
“Where have you been all this time?” asked Shatvari with moist eyes.
“Shatvari, all of my life I was only searching myself. I had a deep vacuum within me which always made me feel restless. When I found your love, it felt like it was all that I was looking for. But soon it didn't feel enough. Then I tried to fill that void with Amodini's beauty and charms. But the void remained unfilled. It even took away your love from me. Finally, I realised that one must fill his inner void himself. More we try to fill it with the help of someone else the bigger it becomes, because everyone of us is carrying the same void within. We need to fulfil ourselves by finding our purpose in life and accomplishing it by our own deeds. Shatvari now do not waste your time. Go and accomplish the victory you have been preparing for. You have to win this war; you have to bring a new dawn to this world mired in darkness!”
Amodini and Shatvari's eyes kept weeping while Damodar's closed peacefully. Shatvari embraced Damodar's body tightly, kissed the forehead and put it back on the ground. Then she stood up picking up a sword lying on the ground near her and started to walk towards the middle of the war zone. Amodini watched her valiant gait with eyes filled with glimmer and joy.
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