Chapter 14- The regrets

As Avyaan, consumed by anger , rushed towards Rohan with his celestial sword raised high, the air crackled with tension and the echoes of their shared history reverberated through the celestial realm.

Rohan, his heart heavy with sorrow at the sight of his senior's fury, braced himself for the impending confrontation. Despite the danger that Avyaan posed, he refused to raise his own sword in defense, unwilling to harm him, even in the midst of his rage.

As Avyaan closed in on him, Rohan met his gaze with a mixture of sorrow and resolve. "Senior," he called out. But Avyaan, lost in his fury and blinded by his pain, did not heed Rohan's words. With a fierce cry, he swung his celestial sword down upon Rohan, his movements fueled by the turmoil that raged within him. Tina lunged forward, her heart pounding with desperation, she reached out to grasp Avyaan's arm, her fingers trembling with the urgency of the moment. But it was too late. Avyaan, consumed by his rage and confusion, had already swung his celestial sword towards Rohan, his movements fueled by the turmoil that raged within him.

With a gasp of horror, Tina watched helplessly as Avyaan's blade descended towards Rohan, its celestial edge gleaming with deadly intent. She called out his name in a desperate plea, her voice filled with anguish and despair, but her words were lost amidst the chaos of the celestial conflict.

n that fleeting moment, time seemed to slow as Rohan and Avyaan stood locked in their struggle, their fates hanging in the balance. And then, with a resounding clash, Avyaan's sword met its mark, striking Rohan with a force that shook the celestial realm to its core. As Rohan staggered back, his form engulfed in celestial energy, Tina's heart shattered at the sight of her friend's pain. Tears welled up in her eyes as she watched helplessly, her hands reaching out in a futile attempt to intervene.

Rohan lay on the brink of consciousness, his breaths shallow and labored, Tina's heart shattered at the sight of her friend's plight. With tears streaming down her cheeks, she called out to Avyaan, her voice trembling with a mixture of grief and anger.

"Why?" she cried out, her words echoing through the celestial realm, "Why did you do this, Avyaan? Why did you strike down Rohan."

" Rohan..." Tina whispered, her voice choked with emotion as she turned to gaze upon her fallen friend. The weight of Avyaan's accusation bore down upon her, filling her with a sense of despair and regret.

Avyaan questioned Tina about her sympathy towards Rohan, a traitor who had caused chaos in the heavenly realm and destroyed the court, Tina's expression hardened with determination. Tina questioned Avyaan about his memories of Rohan, a tense silence fell between them, the weight of their shared history hanging heavy in the air. Avyaan's brow furrowed in concentration as he struggled to recall any fragments of memory that might shed light on his past interactions with Rohan.

Avyaan admits that he does not know Rohan and has met him first time and also claim that what relationship would he have with a thief and a demonic person like him. Tina's head spurge with anger and rage and tell Avyaan that Rohan is his soulmate.

Tina's words hung in the air, Avyaan's eyes widened in disbelief, his mind struggling to comprehend the gravity of her revelation.

"Soulmate?" Avyaan echoed, his voice barely above a whisper, as he turned to Tina with a mixture of confusion and surprise. "But how can that be? I don't remember..."

"Avyaan," she began, her words soft but resolute, "you may not remember, but Rohan's love for you knows no bounds. He was always there for you no matter what. Rohan learned magical sorcery and ventured into the celestial realm, all just to see you," Tina continued, her voice filled with warmth and compassion. "He defeated powerful foes and faced countless challenges, driven by his love for you."Despite everything, Rohan never wavered in his love for you," Tina said, her gaze unwavering as she met Avyaan's eyes. She continues" it was Rohan who saved you from the mountain when we all were wielding sword of Light. I think this is the reason sword of light chose to be with him." 

As Tina was talking about Rohan's love to Avyaan, Rohan exhausted with the pain he succumbed to death. Nitesh, Monika and Harry cried out his name loudly, when Tina hurried back and saw Rohan's lifeless body laid in the laps of Nitesh and others weeping their Hearts out. In the quiet stillness of the celestial realm, the sound of weeping filled the air—a poignant symphony of sorrow and loss that echoed through the heavens.

Something caught Avyaan's eye—a mark on Rohan's neck that seemed out of place amidst the solemnity of the moment. Avyaan drew nearer to Rohan, his eyes fixated on the mark adorning Rohan's neck. It was a subtle yet unmistakable blemish, triggering a flood of memories within Avyaan's mind.

In an instant, the scene replayed before his eyes: the dimly lit room, the hushed whispers, and the intimacy they shared. Avyaan remembered the warmth of their bodies intertwined, the fleeting moments of vulnerability, and the mark he had left behind.

Avyaan's steps faltered, his words caught in his throat like leaves trapped in a gust of wind. With each passing second, the weight of remembrance bore down upon him like an unyielding burden.

The mark on Rohan's neck served as a poignant reminder, unlocking memories long buried in the recesses of Avyaan's mind. It was as if a dam had burst, flooding his consciousness with fragments of a shared past he had tried so desperately to forget. In the silence that followed, a tumult of emotions swirling within him. There was longing, tinged with regret, and a hint of apprehension at what lay ahead.

Avyaan's fingers intertwined with Rohan's, a desperate plea for connection in the face of an irreversible truth. With trembling hands and a heart heavy with sorrow, he whispered Rohan's name, urging him to awaken from the slumber that now held him captive. But as the seconds stretched into eternity, Avyaan's hopes began to wane, replaced by a hollow ache that echoed in the depths of his soul. The reality of Rohan's absence loomed over him like a shroud, suffocating him with its cruel finality.

In that agonizing moment, Avyaan's world shattered, fractured by the irrevocable loss of the one he held dear. His words, laden with love and desperation, fell upon deaf ears, lost amidst the silence that enveloped them both. In the wake of unimaginable loss, Avyaan found himself engulfed in a maelstrom of grief and despair. The sudden departure of his father and the tragic passing of his beloved soulmate, Rohan, left him adrift in a sea of anguish, his heart shattered into a thousand jagged pieces.

As he grappled with the enormity of his pain, Avyaan's thoughts turned to desperate measures, a desperate attempt to escape the unbearable weight of his sorrow. With trembling hands and a mind clouded by anguish, he teetered on the edge of a precipice, poised to plunge into the abyss of oblivion.

In the midst of Avyaan's darkest hour, a voice cut through the haze of despair like a beacon of light piercing through the night. It was Tina, a steadfast companion whose presence offered a glimmer of hope amidst the suffocating darkness.

With eyes filled with concern and a heart heavy with worry, Tina reached out to Avyaan, her touch a lifeline amidst the storm of his emotions. In her gentle embrace, he found a momentary reprieve from the relentless torment that threatened to consume him whole.

"Tina," Avyaan whispered, his voice trembling with the weight of his sorrow. "I can't bear this pain any longer. I've lost everything that mattered to me."

But Tina refused to let him succumb to despair, her unwavering resolve a testament to the strength of their bond. With gentle yet firm words, she reminded him of his duty, of the role he was destined to play in the grand tapestry of the celestial realm.

"The Heavenly realm still needs its king," she said, her voice tinged with urgency. "You are its chosen ruler, Avyaan, entrusted with the sacred duty of rebuilding what has been lost." As Avyaan and Tina stood amidst the turmoil of their emotions, a sudden burst of radiant light illuminated the darkness, casting shadows dancing upon the walls of the royal palace. With a mesmerizing grace, a sword of light soared through the air, its ethereal glow piercing through the veil of despair that hung heavy over the celestial realm.

In awe, Avyaan and Tina watched as the sword of light made its majestic ascent towards the central hall of the palace, its path guided by an unseen force. With each graceful arc, it seemed to beckon them forth, an invitation to embark on a journey that would reshape the fate of their kingdom. Avyaan and his companions followed the mesmerizing flight of the sword of light through the winding corridors of the royal palace, anticipation and determination coursed through their veins. With each step, they drew closer to the heart of their destiny, guided by the ethereal glow that illuminated their path.

However, as they reached the grand central hall, a sense of foreboding gripped them. The sword of light, once radiant and majestic, faltered in its flight, its luminous aura flickering like a dying flame. With a resounding clang, it struck against a seemingly ordinary wall, its brilliance extinguished in an instant.

As each member of Avyaan's team attempted to wrench the sword from the unyielding grasp of the wall, their efforts proved futile. Despite their combined strength and determination, the sword remained firmly embedded, as if rooted in place by an invisible force.

With a heavy heart, Avyaan realized the truth that lingered within the depths of his soul. The sword of light, imbued with ancient magic and divine purpose, had chosen its master long before their arrival. And that master was none other than Rohan, Avyaan's beloved soulmate who had departed from this world.

With a sense of solemn reverence, Avyaan addressed his companions, his voice resolute yet tinged with sorrow. "The sword of light has chosen its master," he declared, his words echoing through the grand hall. "And that master is Rohan."

Though his heart ached at the thought of Rohan's absence, Avyaan knew that their journey was far from over.

With solemn reverence and unwavering dignity, Avyaan oversaw the cremation of his father's body, a final farewell befitting a king. The royal procession wound its way through the streets of the celestial realm, a somber yet majestic procession that paid tribute to a life lived with honor and grace.

As the mournful strains of funeral dirges filled the air, Avyaan stood at the head of the procession, his heart heavy with grief yet uplifted by the memories of his father's legacy. With each step, he honored the memory of the man who had shaped his destiny, whose wisdom and guidance had guided him through the trials and tribulations of life.

At the sacred pyre, surrounded by flickering flames and the gentle embrace of mourners, Avyaan bid his final farewell to his beloved father. With a steady hand and a heart filled with love, he lit the funeral pyre, sending his father's spirit on its journey to the celestial realms beyond. Avyaan and his companions watched as Rohan's body began to shimmer and fade, dissolving into a cascade of ethereal light. In that fleeting moment, time seemed to stand still as Rohan's spirit transcended the confines of mortality, ascending towards the heavens in a radiant display of grace and beauty.