Ch30Mrityu Yog The Rise of Rudravanya
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"Ya Devi Sarva Bhuteshu Shakti Rupena Sansthita...
Ya Devi Sarva Bhuteshu Shanti Rupena Sansthita...
Ya Devi Sarva Bhuteshu Buddhi Rupena Sansthita...
Namastasyai, Namastasyai, Namastasyai Namo Namah..."
People often forget one profound truth if a woman has the power to give life, she also possesses the strength to take it away when the time demands.
When society speaks of equality between husband and wife, why is it always assumed that only the husband is responsible for protecting his wife?
Why is the strength of a wife so often underestimated?
Your author believes that when the moment calls for it, a woman is equally capable of protecting herself and the ones she loves.
All she truly needs is to recognize and awaken the immense power that already resides within her.
With just one strike, Rivanya ended that man's life.
His breath stopped instantly... and for everyone else present, their own breaths seemed to halt as well.
Shock consumed the temple as they struggled to comprehend what they had just witnessed.
The same Rivanya who had once appeared gentle, soft, and emotionally vulnerable had not only stood fearlessly against death itself but had also saved her husband's life with her own hands.
At that moment, Rivanya saw nothing beyond Rudraksh's safety.
Nothing else mattered. But this very incidentthis bloodshed, this awakening would later leave a far deeper mark on her soul than she could possibly imagine.
The trishul slipped from her bloodstained hands as Rivanya immediately rushed back toward Rudraksh.
Kneeling beside him once more, she carefully took him back into her arms from Dadima's trembling hold, cradling him desperately as though her embrace alone could hold him to life.
Her tears fell uncontrollably over his wounded face, her heart breaking with every weakening breath he took.
"Vyom Bhaiya!" Rivanya screamed in panic, her voice shaking with terror. "We need to get Rudraksh to a hospital immediately! His breathing is slowing down!"
Her words sent another wave of fear through the family.
By then, Vyom, Dev, Raaj, and Pratap had already eliminated the remaining attackers and rushed back toward Rudraksh.
But the moment Vyom saw his best friend's condition, his own face lost all color.
He understood the horrifying reality if immediate action wasn't taken, they could lose Rudraksh forever.
"Bhabhi..." Vyom said, his voice tense but controlled, forcing himself to think strategically despite the fear clawing at him. "We cannot take Rudraksh directly to a hospital right now."
Rivanya looked at him in disbelief, shattered and desperate.
Vyom continued, "Our enemies are still active, and we do not yet have full security control. If they attack again on the way to the hospital... or even inside it... then Rudraksh's life could be in even greater danger."
Pratap, already drowning in fear for his son, stepped forward with trembling urgency. "Then what do we do, Vyom? Tell me! My son needs treatment immediately his life is at risk!"
Vyom's sharp mind worked quickly, and after a brief moment of thought, he made the only decision possible.
"We take Rudraksh back to Vardhan Mansion," he said firmly. "That is the safest place right now. Security can be completely locked down there, and don't worry... before we even arrive, I'll make sure Rudraksh's room is transformed into something no less than the best hospital possible."
His eyes hardened with determination.
"No one... and I mean no one... will get another chance to harm Rudraksh Vardhan."
Vyom's plan seemed like the only safe option, and everyone immediately agreed. Rivanya, trembling with fear and tears streaming endlessly down her face, pleaded desperately, "Please, whatever you have to do, do it quickly... Rudra's condition is getting worse."
The terror on every face was unmistakable.
Together, they carefully lifted Rudraksh into the back seat of the car.
Rivanya climbed in beside him, cradling his wounded body in her trembling arms as though her embrace alone could keep his life from slipping away.
Vyom refused to let anyone else drive. Taking the wheel himself, he sped toward Vardhan Mansion with relentless urgency, while the rest of the family followed behind in separate cars.
For the first time, Vyom's usually composed face was clouded with raw fear.
He could not lose Rudraksh not him. Their bond was far deeper than blood alone; Rudraksh was not just his closest friend but his brother in every sense that mattered.
From childhood until now, their connection had been unbreakable.
If it came down to sacrificing his own life to save Rudraksh, Vyom would not hesitate for even a second.
In the back seat, Rivanya continued to sob uncontrollably, holding Rudraksh close to her chest as if trying to shield him from death itself. "Rudra... please, wake up... please..." she cried, her voice breaking with every word.
At that very moment, one of her tears fell onto Rudraksh's face.
The faint touch seemed to stir him. With immense struggle, Rudraksh's heavy eyelids fluttered open slightly. His blurred vision slowly focused, and the first thing he saw was Rivanya's shattered face her wide, terrified eyes drowning in tears. She had not yet realized he was conscious.
Summoning every ounce of his remaining strength, Rudraksh weakly lifted his hand and gently wiped the tears from her cheeks.
Rivanya froze.
The moment she noticed his movement, her heart shattered and healed all at once. Fresh tears poured from her eyes as she cried, "You're awake... Rudra... you'll be fine, nothing will happen to you. We're going home... please, you'll be okay..."
But before he could respond, his strength gave out once more. His eyes closed again, and his body went limp.
"No... Rudra! Rudra, please wake up!" Rivanya screamed, clutching him tighter as panic consumed her soul.
The journey that would normally take an hour was cut in half under Vyom's reckless determination. Within thirty minutes, they reached Vardhan Mansion.
And true to Vyom's word, everything had already been prepared.
Before their arrival, the mansion had been transformed into something no less than a high-security emergency medical center.
The country's best doctors and medical staff were already present, with advanced equipment arranged inside Rudraksh's room.
Security had been heightened to the maximum level, ensuring no outside threat could come anywhere near him again.
The moment the car stopped, doctors rushed forward and carefully took Rudraksh from Rivanya's arms.
As they began wheeling him inside, Rivanya desperately tried to follow.
"Please, let me stay with him... please..." she begged, her voice cracking under unbearable fear.
But the doctors stopped her gently yet firmly. They needed space to work.
Vyom stepped forward immediately, holding Rivanya as her knees nearly gave out beneath her.
The doors shut.
And with that sound, it felt as though Rivanya's world had shattered completely.
She collapsed onto the floor outside the room, broken and sobbing uncontrollably. Her hands shook, her heart pounded with unbearable dread, and every second felt like an eternity.
Vyom knelt beside her, placing a steady, protective hand on her head like an elder brother offering strength when words were not enough.
"Nothing will happen to Rudraksh," he said firmly, though even his own heart was drowning in fear. "Don't worry... the doctors are doing everything they can."
Rivanya felt as if her entire world had turned upside down.
Never in her worst nightmares had she imagined that she would see Rudraksh in such a condition-covered in blood, struggling for breath, slipping away right in front of her eyes.
The sight of him lying unconscious had shaken something deep inside her soul.
Beside her sat Vyom, whose own eyes had turned moist.
Perhaps for the first time in years, he was allowing someone other than Rudraksh to witness the emotions buried inside him.
With guilt heavy in his voice, Vyom said, "This is all my fault. I should never have left Rudraksh alone... especially when I already knew his life was in danger."
Hearing him blame himself, Rivanya slowly looked at him through her tear-filled eyes and shook her head weakly. "No, Vyom Bhaiya... neither you nor Rudraksh are at fault here. The real fault lies in the kind of work you people are involved in."
Vyom immediately fell silent. What answer could he possibly give her? There were truths he could not explain, wounds he could not expose.
Tears continued rolling down Rivanya's cheeks as she whispered brokenly, "What is the use of such power... such wealth... such a name... if even life itself is never safe?"
She paused for a moment, trying to steady her trembling voice before continuing softly, "Vyom Bhaiya... I have wanted to say this to your friend for so long, but I never gathered the courage. Why doesn't he leave all this underworld business behind? He already has everything legal businesses,
hospitals, respect, money... then why? Why is Rudraksh choosing such a dark life?"
Vyom took a deep breath before answering in a serious tone.
"Because things are not always what they seem, Bhabhi. There is a huge difference between what people assume and what reality actually is."
His eyes unconsciously drifted toward the closed door of Rudraksh's room before he continued, "And as for Rudraksh being part of this world... there are many secrets buried inside him. Secrets he has carried alone for years. They have hollowed him from the inside."
Rivanya quietly listened, confused yet drawn toward every word.
"People only see Rudraksh Vardhan as ruthless," Vyom continued.