Chapter 94: The Fight for Truth

Jayant's gun glinted in the dim light. His footsteps echoed through the chamber, slow and deliberate.

"Enough hiding," he sneered. "Face your fate."

But before he could react, Satya moved.

A broken spear from the wreckage lay within reach, and in one swift motion, he hurled it toward Jayant's hand. The gun fired—a deafening sound that rang through the halls—but the impact sent the weapon flying.

Jayant cursed, his rage boiling over. The fight had begun.

A Flash of the Past—

Same palace. Same walls. Same battle. Veer stood there, bleeding.

The same determination burned in his eyes. He was no warrior, but he refused to surrender. Not to traitors. Not to murderers.

The ministers' men surrounded him, blades drawn. Veer had no weapons. He was an artist, not a fighter. But he had to protect his king.

A sword slashed across his side. He staggered but did not fall. He wouldn't fall.

His hands, once steady with a brush, now trembled as he fought to hold his ground. Blood seeped from his wounds, but his resolve remained unshaken.

Across the hall, Meera watched.

Her world was collapsing.

She screamed his name, but her voice was drowned by the sounds of clashing steel. She saw the betrayal unfold before her—the very men who had sworn loyalty had turned against their king.

And Veer… Veer was fighting alone.

Present—

Satya's breath came in sharp bursts. The past and present were colliding, the weight of Veer's final moments pressing against his mind.

Jayant roared in anger, lunging toward Satya with a dagger. The same dagger that had silenced Veer centuries ago.

But this time, fate would not repeat itself.

Satya dodged, his instincts sharper than ever. This was not Veer's fight anymore. This was his.

Saanvi grabbed a metal rod from the ground and swung it at Jayant's leg, knocking him off balance.

He stumbled, cursing, but recovered quickly. Jayant was a trained killer. He wasn't going down without a real fight.

Virendra and Aryan's absence meant no backup. It was just the two of them.

Satya's mind raced. How had Veer lasted this long against warriors?

Then he understood—it was never about winning.

It was about fighting until the very end.

Jayant lunged again, his dagger aimed straight at Satya's chest. Time slowed.

Another flash—Veer, standing in the same position. The blade piercing his flesh.

Satya reacted. He grabbed Jayant's wrist, twisting it. The dagger clattered to the ground.

Jayant snarled and threw a punch, landing a hit across Satya's jaw. Pain exploded, but he refused to go down.

Saanvi struck from behind, slamming the metal rod against Jayant's shoulder. He howled in pain but still refused to fall.

Jayant grabbed her by the arm and threw her against the wall. Saanvi gasped, pain shooting through her body as she collapsed to the ground.

Rage erupted inside Satya.

This had to end.

Summoning every ounce of strength, he tackled Jayant. The two crashed into the debris of broken furniture, rolling across the dusty floor.

Jayant clawed at him, reaching for anything to use as a weapon. His fingers closed around a sharp glass shard—he raised it—

Satya slammed his fist into Jayant's face.

The impact was brutal. Jayant staggered, blood dripping from his nose.

Another punch.

Another.

Another.

Until finally—Jayant collapsed.

Panting, Satya stared down at the man who had hunted them, who had tried to bury the truth once more.

Jayant coughed, his body trembling. His eyes still burned with hatred.

"You think this changes anything?" he spat. "You think history will rewrite itself?"

Satya knelt beside him. "No," he whispered. "But I will make sure no one forgets the truth again."

Jayant's glare didn't fade. But his body was too weak to fight anymore.

Satya turned to Saanvi, helping her up. She winced but nodded.

The battle was over.

But their fight for justice had just begun.