Chapter 99 The Brother Curse
The silence in the vault was heavier than any stone. The shattered remnants of the obsidian mask lay glittering at Yuvraj feet like accusing stars. The face revealed was one they all knew intimately the charming prince, the trusted friend, the concerned ally. Yet, the soul looking out through those familiar eyes was ancient, twisted, and brimming with a malice that made the very air taste of ash.
Yuvraj Mrinal voice was a disbelieving whisper, her sword lowering slightly in sheer shock.
Alok and Nihar, who had just rushed in to reinforce them, skidded to a halt, their faces mirroring the same stunned horror. The trusted ally from the northern mountains was the architect of their every misery.
Yuvraj threw his head back and laughed, a loud, jarring sound that held no humor, only a lifetime no, an eternity of bitter resentment. Yes Yuvraj Why So surprised What did you think Some Ahoratra Nishachar Some Tamansh He spread his arms wide, a mocking gesture. No Your own friend Your own elder brother.
The word brother hung in the air, laden with a terrible, unspoken history.
Devansh, still holding Aaditya arm for support, felt a cold dread slither down his spine. Elder brother he repeated, his mind, now filled with Pratham memories, scrambling to find a connection, a face from the celestial courts.
Aaditya eyes narrowed, the fire within him burning with a new, cold intensity. Who are you Show your true form
Yuvraj mocking smile remained, but a flicker of impatience crossed his features. Still do not believe I am Yuvraj. This is my true form. A face that could never find its own identity in your eyes.
His gaze then locked onto Devansh, stripping away the mortal guise of the prince and seeing only the Sursagar he despised. But you, Pratham should have recognized me. Did you forget The insignificant Sursagar of Urdhvlok who was always second best to you
As he spoke, his right hand clenched into a fist, and a faint, shimmering image materialized above his knuckles a small, spectral tattoo of a serpent coiled around a broken sword. The symbol was ancient, a mark of a specific celestial lineage known for their fierce, often destructive, artistic passion.
Pratham memories, still settling like dust in Devansh mind, finally found the face that matched the voice, the resentment, the symbol.
Durbhasa The name escaped Devansh lips on a breath of pure, unadulterated shock.
Yuvraj no, Durbhasa expression transformed. The mocking smile vanished, replaced by a raw, centuries old fury that contorted his handsome features into something monstrous. Yes Durbhasa Your own elder brother Who is in this mortal body because of you he roared, the vault trembling with the force of his voice.
The revelation struck everyone like a physical blow. Brother. He was Pratham elder brother.
Brother Devansh whispered, the mortal and celestial memories colliding, creating a whirlpool of confusion and pain. But how
How am I here Durbhasa finished, his voice dripping with sarcastic venom. Listen. Listen to your elder brother story. Because today you will learn the true meaning of the curse.
He began to pace, his story unfolding like a poisonous flower blooming in the dark vault.
Flashback Urdhvlok Eons Ago
The music halls of Urdhvlok were Durbhasa kingdom long before Pratham was even a note in the cosmic symphony. He was a gifted Sursagar, powerful, passionate, his ragas filled with fire and storm. He commanded respect. But he was not beloved. His music, while technically flawless, lacked the soul, the innate divinity that could make Urdhvlok ke Devansh weep and the stars dance. It was music of power, not of heart.
Then came Pratham. The prodigy. The child whose first pluck of the veena made the Divya Taru shed tears of joy. Where Durbhasa music was a thunderstorm, Pratham was the first sunrise. Where Durbhasa demanded attention, Pratham effortlessly received adoration. The lesser Sursagar was suddenly the star, and Durbhasa was relegated to a shadow, the older brother of the genius. The praise that once was his, however sparing, now flowed like a river to his younger sibling. The humiliation was a constant, gnawing ache in his celestial being.
But that was not the deepest wound.
His eyes fell upon Shweta. The Nrityadevi whose grace was a silent melody in itself. Her laughter was a rhythm that synced with his heartbeat. He, the fierce storm, was captivated by her serene moonlight. He loved her with a desperation that frightened him. But he, the second best Sursagar, could never muster the courage to approach the most beloved Nrityadevi. He watched her from afar, his love turning into a silent, painful obsession.
And then he saw it. The stolen glances. The secret smiles. The way his brother, the blessed Pratham, could make Shweta entire being light up with a single note from his veena. The way she looked at Pratham with adoration, with love a look she had never, ever bestowed upon him.
The jealousy curdled into something dark and vengeful. It was not just about music anymore. It was about love. Pratham had stolen his glory, and now he had stolen the only woman Durbhasa had ever wanted.
I only wanted to get you out of my way, Pratham, Durbhasa spat, his voice trembling with remembered rage. I started whispering in the right ears. I filled the court with rumors. Pratham is neglecting his cosmic duties. He is distracted. His music is becoming impure, tainted by mortal emotions. I went to our father, the chief of the Sursagars, and poured poison into his ears. I told him you were bringing disgrace to our lineage. I begged him to punish you, to send you away, to break your spirit so you would never play again
His plan was working. The court was turning against Pratham. Their father disapproval was a tangible weight. Durbhasa watched with grim satisfaction as his brother light began to dim.
But I did not know I did not know that Shweta love for you was so strong that she would defy everything to be with you. And I certainly did not know that Urdhvlok ke Nabhendra himself would take notice
The day of judgment arrived. Durbhasa stood in the crowd, expecting to see his brother humiliated and exiled. Instead, he witnessed the full, terrifying wrath of the king of the celestial realm. He saw the love between Pratham and Shweta declared a cosmic crime. He heard the thunderous curse that shattered their unity for lifetimes. And he saw Shweta choose to fall with Pratham.
His victory turned to ashes in his mouth. He had not just broken Pratham career he had destroyed the woman he loved.
And then, Durbhasa voice dropped to a deadly whisper, our father looked at me. He saw through my lies. He saw the jealousy in my soul, the rot that had led to this catastrophe. He said, Your envy has not only destroyed your brother but has also corrupted your own spirit. You are no son of mine.
Durbhasa looked at Devansh, his eyes blazing with a pain that had festered for millennia. He stripped me of my title. He banished me from the Sursagar Mahal. And then Urdhvlok ke Nabhendra, in his infinite wisdom, pronounced my sentence. You burned with envy for the love your brother found. You shall be reborn on Prithvi. And in every life, you shall witness the love you craved but never received. You shall walk the earth, a soul forever scorched by the warmth of a hearth you can never call your own.
He laughed, a broken, horrible sound. So yes, I was thrown to this mortal soil. To watch you, life after life, find each other. To see the love that should have been mine My curse was to be the eternal spectator to your epic romance
Tears welled in Devansh eyes, spilling over to trace paths through the grime on his cheeks. They were not just his tears, but Pratham tears of grief for a brother he never knew he had wronged, for a family broken by envy. The grandeur of his own curse suddenly felt petty in the face of Durbhasa eternal, lonely torment.
The vault was utterly silent, save for Durbhasa ragged breathing. The mask was off, not just the obsidian one, but the mask of the charming prince. The true villain stood revealed not a monster of darkness, but a brother betrayed by his own heart, whose love had twisted into the most destructive of poisons, damning them all for an eternity.
Chapter End
Yuvraj reveals his true identity as Durbhasa Pratham elder brother from Urdhvlok. He confesses his jealousy of Pratham talent and his obsessive love for Shweta which drove him to sabotage Pratham. His manipulations led to Pratham and Shweta curse but also brought Nabhendra wrath upon himself. He was cursed to be reborn on Prithvi as an eternal spectator to the love he craved but could never have. The villain is not a monster but a brother destroyed by his own envy.
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