Chapter 67: Judgment of Bhairav Rudra
The twin swords Samhaar shimmered in Rudra's grasp, blazing with hunger. Their glowing edges pulsed like living flames as Rudra's gaze locked onto Bheem. His body moved slowly, deliberately, each step a declaration of fury. His aura crackled with suppressed destruction, and even gods in distant realms paused their breath.
Bheem, once proud and arrogant, was frozen—trapped in the wrath of a force far beyond him. His brothers stood speechless, their faces drained of color. Even Arjun, who had always believed in righteousness, folded his hands in silent pleading.
"Please... have mercy, Mahadev," Yudhishthir whispered.
"Forgive him, Rudra," Nakul added. "He is foolish, but not evil."
"He is our brother," Sahadev pleaded.
Kunti too stepped forward, her voice trembling. "Rudra... please... he is just a child in mind. Forgive him."
Rudra walked forward, ignoring every voice. His breathing was slow but deep, the very air around him vibrating.
Kunti, seeing her pleas fail, turned to Karna.
"Radhe... my son. He is your brother too. Stop this. Please, talk to Rudra. He listens to you."
Karna stood motionless.
Kunti's voice grew louder, desperate. "He is your younger brother! What kind of elder brother lets his sibling die like this?!"
Still, Karna didn't move. His face was stone.
Kunti's desperation twisted into bitterness.
"I should've never given birth to you! Look at you—soaked in ego, hiding behind dharma while your brother dies!"
Suddenly, Rudra roared, "CHUP!"
The arena trembled. The ground beneath their feet cracked. The skies shivered.
"If you had taught your son morals," Rudra growled, "then today, I would not be forced to do this. If you had chosen truth over fear, motherhood over shame, this moment would not exist!"
He reached Bheem, raised Samhaar, and in a flash of terrifying speed, swung the blade toward his neck.
Everyone closed their eyes. The crowd held their breath.
The world stopped.
But when they opened their eyes—Bheem was still alive. Barely. He had shifted a step back at the very last second, and the sword had missed by a hair's breadth.
Confusion rippled.
"How? Rudra's aura was freezing the very air—how could Bheem move?"
Rudra narrowed his eyes, frowning. His sword still hummed with wrath.
His gaze dropped to the earth.
"Vayu Dev... explain your intervention."
The clouds darkened as a gust of wind spiraled into the arena. Vayu Dev, adorned in white with the sheen of the skies, descended with arrogance radiating from every breath.
"You forget yourself, Rudra," Vayu said coldly. "Bheem is my son. A Devputra. You cannot punish him like this. You're overstepping."
Rudra's brows twitched.
"So what if he insulted your sister?" Vayu continued, arms folded. "Is this not something that can be solved with a simple apology? Must you parade your rage across the three realms?"
"Act your age, Rudra. You are elder. Show magnanimity. Not madness."
Rudra gave no answer.
He simply smiled.
And then came the laughter.
It was no mortal sound.
The mountains quaked. The sea tides rose and fell. Insects died. Birds crashed to the earth.
That laugh was ancient. Primal. A laugh of destruction.
"HAHAHAHAHAA! HehhehhAAHAAHA!"
The devtas in Swarglok clutched their thrones.
Even Yama's pen quivered as his hands froze.
And when Rudra finally stopped, the silence that followed was worse than the sound.
"For ages I've followed dharma. I've created, nurtured, guided, forgiven. But no more."
"Today, I let the world remember why I am not called Bhola. I am not called Shankar. I am called Rudraa."
Haahahahhahahaaaahahahaaa!
He opened his mouth.
And began to inhale.
Not just air—the very essence of Vayu.
The arena darkened. Wind currents twisted. Dust flew violently into the sky, only to vanish into Rudra's breath. The leaves from trees hundreds of miles away began to detach and spiral toward him.
"Rudra! Please!" Vayu screamed. "STOP! I BEG YOU!"
He tried to fly—but he couldn't. His own powers betrayed him.
Rudra's inhale grew deeper. Louder. And suddenly—the air itself vanished.
The people in the arena gasped for breath.
Chests heaved. Eyes bulged. Knees buckled.
Even birds froze mid-air and dropped.
Indra Dev appeared, his thunderbolt in hand.
"Rudra, I beg you! The prithvi—its people will die!"
Rudra turned slowly.
One look.
Indra dropped his thunderbolt.
His knees touched the ground.
His mouth refused sound.
From above, the sky cracked open.
And from it descended a trembling Brahma Dev.
His feet touched the ground softly, but his eyes were wide in terror.
"Rudra," he said gently, "please. I beg you. Enough. If this continues, the very lungs of Prithvi will collapse. Life will be no more."
"I, Brahma, your father in creation—I plead with you. Let Vayu go."
For a moment, it seemed like Rudra didn't hear him.
Then his breath halted.
Silence.
And from his mouth, a golden, spiraling current of air burst forth.
Vayu Dev, gasping, collapsed to his knees.
But Rudra's eyes were cold.
"You intervened to protect your son. Yet never once thought of who he harmed."
"So now hear your punishment."
Rudra pointed his finger.
"From this day, you shall lose your might. You will no longer wield power to destroy. You shall flow, but never strike. A breeze, not a storm."
Vayu fell, mouth trembling. "No... Rudra please... I accept my mistake. Don't curse me further!"
But Rudra shook his head.
"Not yet. You will live as a mortal for 108 days. You will breathe like a man, suffer like a man, survive like a man. If you emerge with humility, your divinity shall return. Else, it shall dissolve into the wind."
The decree echoed like a celestial drum.
Even Brahma lowered his head, accepting Rudra's verdict.
The wind grew still.
And Rudra turned to Bheem once again...
Now stripped of all arrogance, Bheem knew—his end had come.
"You treasure your strength, don't you?" Rudra whispered. "Then let me gift you what you deserve."
He touched Bheem's throat.
"From this moment, your tongue shall bear eternal ulcers. Pain unending. You will not heal them. You cannot cut them. You cannot silence them."
Bheem gasped.
"And your strength—so precious to you—will only return when you consume a full stomach of spicy food. but just for twelve hours alone. Then... weakness prevails. Repeat. And be warned should you taste even a single sweet... your strength shall abandon you forever."
This curse has put the shiver down the spine of people present.
The gods shuddered.
Even Brahma looked away.
Bheem fell on his knees, weeping silently.
Rudra straightened.
His body glowed.
And then...
He vanished.
Leaving behind silence.
Terror.
And a broken arena.
One soul, however, stood completely still—
Anupriya.
She had seen Rudra—her Shiva—not just as a man... but as Bhairav.
And her heart quivered in silence.
Chapter Ends.
Huff! Due to this Kalapradarshan plot i have burned many brain cells, i may or maybe not take a break tomorrow.....
So, tell me how do you guys like this whole Kalapradarshan arc...