The news reached Swami Vairagyanand like a thunderclap.
First Gajanan was slain.
Then Sundar Nath obliterated.
And the servant boy, Dev—the one who had murdered Adityanand, is still alive.
Not only this, but he was the son of Raghunath and Radha.
He knew Radha had some divine blood. And because of it, he wants Radha to bear his child.
Although it was a forgotten past, but remembering it, the fear came inside the Vairagyanand l.
The walls of the inner sanctum trembled from the force of Swami's scream. His long nails scratched across the gopi in front of him, who was serving him.
Leaving streaks of blood on her boobs as his rage manifested in raw, uncontrolled energy.
He rose, face twisted, eyes glowing with malice.
"Leave," He shouted towards the girl, who was just serving him. She quickly picked up the saffron saree and ran away from there.
Swami then turned towards his one disciple.
"Bring me his head!" he bellowed.
Within hours, the manhunt began.
Using his political ally MLA Kailash Yadav, Swami issued secret notices through the police. Dev was branded a terrorist, wanted for the murder of a respected holy man's son, and accused of conspiring against the peace of the region.
Flyers with a sketch of Dev's original face began circulating through towns and villages. Police checkpoints multiplied.
Swami's own fanatics were dispatched like bloodhounds across the land.
But Dev was no longer in the world they could see.
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The moon shone full as Dev guided the trembling Aamira to the riverbank.
Aamira was still crying from the death of her parents.
Only the gentle hand of Dev brings warmth inside her.
As Aamira hesitated at the river's edge, Dev reached for her hand.
"Don't be afraid," he said softly. "This place will protect us. No one can find us."
She looked up at him—blood-smeared, weary, yet burning with quiet resolve—and stepped forward.
The river welcomed them.
As their feet touched the sacred stone beneath, the illusion around the temple vanished—but only for them.
Its massive black spires rose like fingers piercing the underwater heavens, and the entrance glowed with ancient Sanskrit.
Dev read the inscription aloud as they stepped in:
"Life is death. Death is life. Only those who embrace death, shall understand death."
They crossed into the dark corridor, lit by the dim blue glow of runes.
Inside, Dev laid Aamira near a stone altar, wrapping her in a robe from the old offerings chest. Her body trembled from shock, but her eyes didn't leave him.
"You're safe here," Dev whispered.
Then he knelt before the great Shiva murti, once again seeking strength. The scrolls had led him here before. And now, he felt the next message stir within the walls—another Chakra… another trial.
His path wasn't over.
He had to master the final truth… if he was to defeat the Swami.
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Swami Vairagyanand sat atop the great obsidian throne carved in the likeness of a thousand screaming faces—each one a soul bound by the oaths of blood and darkness.
Around him gathered his true disciples—not the ordinary blind worshippers who chanted hymns, but the ones who prayed not to gods, but to demons.
There was:
Aghor Rakta – who drank blood under eclipsed moons and could command fire through his breath.
Tantrik Veerbhadra – whose prayers to Vetala had granted him the power to possess the bodies of animals and men.
Chandalini Dasi – a woman wrapped in snakes, who whispered curses that could rot flesh.
Mahabali Rudra – the man who once prayed to Bhairava so deeply, he could no longer feel pain, and his skin turned grey like stone.
They stood silently as the Swami raised his hand.
"The boy is not a servant. He is something... A power that even my sight cannot penetrate."
He motioned toward the black astrologers, who had drawn complex yantras on the floor.
"He hides within the river… in a temple long forgotten. The stars say it is there."
"But we cannot enter," hissed Aghor Rakta. "I've tried before. My blood boils at the water's edge. It is protected. Holy. Forbidden to us."
Swami's lip curled.
"Then we do not enter. We pull him out."
The circle fell silent.
"We awaken the Naraka Yajna." Swami's voice echoed like thunder. "Call upon the demonic host. If he is protected by divinity, then we will summon what sleeps beneath the river."
Chandalini Dasi stepped forward, her snakes hissing.
"Doing so will poison the land for generations…"
"Then let it rot!" Swami roared.
The decision was made.
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Meanwhile… Inside the Ancient Submerged Temple.
The temple echoed with silence. The stone Shiva idol towered over Dev, its gaze eternal, unmoved by time.
Blue light flickered from the engraved walls as the hidden energies of the temple began to pulse stronger around him.
Dev stood shirtless in front of the great scroll. Sweat clung to his skin. He had unlocked many Chakras: Agnichakra, Trinetra, Chhayachakra, and Sarvachakra.
But today, something was shifting.
As he meditated, the scroll began to unfold further—pages he had never seen before now revealed themselves with a sound like ancient whispers. Symbols rearranged, glowing in liquid blue.
And then…
The title appeared.
The True Name of the Scroll
In glowing Sanskrit letters, it slowly etched itself across the top:
"Yatra strīyonām kumāritvam pavitram manyate,
Tatra utpadyate śaktiḥ aprākṛtaḥ. Eṣā pustakaḥ nāmnā — Rājbhūmi: Strīrajasya Raktaṃ Saṃhitā."
"Where the sacred purity of a maiden is honored,
There arises a power beyond the natural realm. This scroll is called —Rajbhumi: Scroll of Virgin Blood of Women."
Dev's eyes widened. He whispered the name. The air responded. Water droplets in the air rose and hovered like they were listening.
And then came the next revelation.
The Neerchakra mantra appeared
The walls glowed as a new passage emerged from the scroll, in deep oceanic blue:
"Jale sthitam manasā dhyeyam,
Nīraḥ yatra śaktibhūtam bhavati.
Yaḥ siddhiṃ icchati Neerchakrasya,
Saḥ jalaṃ iva snigdhaḥ, gambhīraḥ,
Anugrahītum strī-saṅgamena prayatnaḥ karoti."
"Water is to be meditated upon with the mind still,
Where it becomes the bearer of power.
Whoever seeks to awaken the Neerchakra,
Must become like water—gentle, deep—
And pursue its grace through sacred union with a woman."
Dev's breath deepened. The truth was clear now. This was not a mere physical act—it was a ritual of unity and trust, an ancient path of awakening through love.
Then, the final Sanskrit mantra for awakening appeared—this time in blood-red flame.
"Yadā premṇaḥ sahitaḥ puruṣaḥ-striyā saṅgamaṃ gacchati, Tathā kumārikāyāḥ pavitra raktaṃ bhūmau patati. Tadā jāyate śaktir Neerchakrasya,
Yā sarva jalaṃ śāsituṃ samarthā bhavati."
"When man and woman unite in love, And the sacred blood of the maiden touches the earth. Then awakens the power of Neerchakra. Which grants dominion over all waters."
The scroll closed on its own. The temple quieted—but Dev had changed.
He now knew what must be done.
He stood at the heart of the sanctum—his breath was slow, his mind was clear, yet heart thundered with anticipation. Beside him stood Aamira, veiled in moonlight from the rippling surface above.
Dev looked at Aamira, her innocence and purity a stark contrast to the violence and corruption he had witnessed. He knew what the scroll meant, what he had to do.
But the thought of defiling her, of using her innocence for his own gain, made his stomach turn.
"No," he whispered, shaking his head. "I can't. I won't."
But even as he spoke, he felt the power of the Neerchakra pulsing through his veins, urging him on. The temple seemed to sway around him, the idol's blue glow intensifying.
Aamira looked up at him, her eyes wide and trusting. "Dev?" she whispered. "What's happening?"
Dev closed his eyes, his mind racing. He knew what he had to do, but he also knew the consequences. Taking a deep breath, he opened his eyes and looked at Aamira.
"There's something I have to tell you," he said softly.
Dev took Aamira's hand, guiding her to sit beside him. He took a deep breath, searching for the right words. "Aamira, what I'm about to tell you may be difficult to understand, but it's important that you know the truth."
He paused, gathering his thoughts. "For awakening the Neerchakra, I need to perform a ritual that requires you to bleed virgin blood."
He looked at Aamira, his heart heavy with guilt.
She stepped closer. "Is it true?" she whispered. "To awaken this… you need me?"
Dev nodded slowly. "Not just you. I need your love. The scroll—it's not dark like their ways. It asks for truth, for union… for the bond of two souls, not domination."
Aamira looked into his eyes. There was no fear there. Only understanding. The trials they had survived—the pain, the loss of her family, their flight into shadows—it had bound them. And now, destiny asked for one more offering.
She placed her palm gently over his heart.
"You already have my love, Dev. My body follows where my heart leads."
The temple's light responded. Runes shimmered across the walls like liquid light. The Shiva idol glowed more intensely. The waters above the temple stilled—time itself seemed to pause.
He cupped her face gently, his thumb brushing away a tear that had escaped. "Aamira," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "I promise you, I will cherish this gift. I will honor it with every fiber of my being."
Slowly, reverently, he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. The kiss was soft and tender. Aamira melted into his embrace, her arms winding around his neck as she returned the kiss with equal passion.
As they parted, Dev scooped her up into his arms, cradling her against his chest.
They lay together beneath the idol's gaze for the sacred purpose.