Later That Afternoon, in the Great Hall

All of Master Kalam's former disciples gathered in the grand hall, their faces a mixture of concern and curiosity. Arjun Verma stood before them, his expression grim.

"I apologize for summoning you all on such short notice," Arjun began, his voice steady despite the turmoil within him. "But an incident has occurred, and you all need to know.

Before he could continue, Aarav Sharma interrupted, "Why isn't Deepak here? He was also a student of Master Kalam."

Murmurs of agreement echoed through the hall.

Arjun raised a hand to silence them. "You will get all the answers you seek. Please, let me speak."

The room fell silent, all eyes on Arjun.

"Deepak is no longer one of us," Arjun said, his voice heavy with sorrow. "Master Kalam has been killed."

A shocked silence fell over the room. Saanvi Deshmukh stepped forward, disbelief etched on her face. "You're lying, right? This can't be true.

Arjun shook his head, his expression pained. I wish it were a lie, Saanvi. But it is the truth.

Saanvi collapsed to her knees, tears streaming down her face. She clung to Arjun, her voice breaking as she cried, "How can this happen? How can this happen?"

The rest of the students looked down, the weight of the news settling over them like a dark cloud.

Raj Kumar Yadav, his face contorted with rage, slammed his fist onto the table. "Why did Deepak kill Master Kalam? Tell me now!

Arjun explained, his voice steady despite the anger simmering beneath the surface. "Deepak became the king of Aranya. He imposed strict and cruel rules that the people could not endure. Master Kalam, trying to save him from his dark path, started a protest in Aranya. But Deepak... he killed Master Kalam and the protesters who followed him."

A murmur of disbelief and anger spread through the hall. Raj Kumar Yadav's fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. "If Deepak were in front of me right now, I would tear him apart and feed him to the dogs.

Ishaan Sharma, his voice calm but determined, spoke up, "Then let's attack Aranya. We should avenge Master Kalam's death immediately."

Arjun shook his head. "We will attack, but not yet. We need to wait for one week."

Ishaan frowned. "Why wait? We should strike now!"

Arjun explained, "Our army is much smaller than Aranya's. We need time to strengthen our forces. It will take a week to gather more soldiers and prepare. And I need all of your help.

One by one, the students stepped forward, their resolve clear.

"I am Aarav Sharma, and I will help," Aarav declared.

The others followed suit.

I am Aarav Sharma.

I am Riya Shibu.

I am Vikram Pandya.

I am Meera Rathore.

I am Rohan Patel.

I am Saanvi Deshmukh.

I am Kiran Rao.

I am Nisha Kapoor.

I am Tara Khanna.

I am Dev Kapoor.

I am Pooja Khan.

I am Raj Kumar Yadav.

I am Ishaan Sharma.

Finally, Arjun spoke, his voice filled with determination. "I am Arjun Verma. We will all take revenge for Master Kalam.

Meanwhile, in the Royal Palace of Aranya Deepak sat in the grand hall, lost in thought. His eyes were cold, his mind calculating the next move. Majaeid, his advisor and mentor, entered the room and approached him.

"Why did you send Kalam's body to Sindhuja Kingdom?" Majaeid asked, his tone curious but laced with caution.

Deepak leaned back in his chair, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Master, don't worry. I sent Kalam's body to Sindhuja after careful consideration.

Majaeid raised an eyebrow. "What are you planning?"

Deepak's smile widened. "The people of Sindhuja will be furious when they see Kalam's body. They will come to attack Aranya. That's exactly what I want. They will march into my trap, and when they do, I will crush them. Sindhuja Kingdom will be mine.

Majaeid nodded, his eyes gleaming with approval. "A clever plan, Deepak. But when do you think they will come to attack us?"

"After one week, Deepak replied confidently.

Majaeid stroked his beard thoughtfully. "Our chances of winning as things stand are only 40%."

Deepak's smile faltered. "How can we improve those odds?"

Majaeid leaned in closer. "Follow my plan, and our chances will increase to 80%. Are you willing to do what it takes?"

Deepak nodded, determination burning in his eyes. "I will do whatever is necessary.

Majaeid's plan began to unfold, and as Deepak prepared for the impending battle, the storm that had been brewing for so long finally began to take shape. The stage was set for a confrontation that would shake the very foundations of Aranya and Sindhuja.

The battle between former allies, now turned bitter enemies, was about to begin.