The Last Battle — When Fire Burned the Ocean
"This is the day Agnivrat killed the only person he ever loved."
The sky wore grey like a widow's veil.
Clouds groaned with sorrow as if the gods themselves wept.
Lightning clawed at the earth, tearing it open.
Winds screamed, dragging ashes into a storm raging with grief.
Where golden palaces once stood, now only ruins remained—
broken pillars, fallen statues, and between them…
Two souls.
One born of fire.
One born of water.
Standing as enemies.
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Agnivrat — Fire Given Form
Agnivrat stood wrapped in deep red garments, embroidered with golden flame motifs.
The red fire-mark on his forehead glowed like molten lava.
His long dark hair—
streaked with faint glowing crimson—whipped wildly in the storm.
Heat rippled around him.
The earth beneath his feet blackened and cracked with every step.
Smoke curled from his lips with each ragged breath.
He looked like the living son of Agni Dev,
but tonight…
he was simply a man burning from within.
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Neervrah — The Ocean in Human Form
Across from him, Neervrah stood calm in sacred blue robes that flowed like ocean tides.
His long dark hair carried a single blue lotus, glowing with divine serenity.
His face was a still lake—
but his blue eyes held storms that had never found rest.
Water circled gently at his feet,
forming spirals of living sapphire.
His sword, Varshini, shimmered with the sea's unshed tears.
He was water given form—
yet flames danced in his gaze too, for only one man.
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Lightning flashed between them—
Not just fire meeting water,
but two hearts breaking against destiny.
Agnivrat's sword Jwala burst into crimson flames.
His hands trembled.
"Neer…"
His voice cracked like dry earth.
"Don't make me do this."
Tears carved paths through the ash on his cheeks.
Neervrah gave a soft, broken smile—
not of joy, but acceptance.
"You aren't forced, Agni," he whispered.
"This is your choice.
I'm just standing where I always stood…
in your way."
Those words pierced deeper than any blade.
Agni staggered.
"Why?
We only loved each other…
Why does that deserve a curse?"
Neervrah looked at the cracked, dying ground.
"Because love becomes a sin when it tries to rewrite destiny."
Neer lifted his palm.
Raindrops gathered like tiny stars.
"This water is me—calm above, storms within.
And you… you're the fire that turns me to steam.
We can't exist together.
But we can't exist apart either."
Agni shook with grief.
"I can still change everything!"
Neer gently shook his head.
"No, Agni.
That time has passed."
He stepped forward.
Agni stepped back.
The storm exploded.
Lightning tore open the sky.
The earth split beneath them.
Agnivrat raised his sword.
Neervrah closed his eyes.
"If my death was meant to be by your hand," he whispered,
"then I'm grateful.
Even in the end…
I get to disappear into your fire."
The blade entered his chest.
And suddenly, everything stopped.
Wind froze.
Raindrops hung still.
Neervrah opened his eyes—
no pain, only peace.
"Agni…
In every life I'm born, I'll find you again."
Agnivrat shattered.
"NEER!!"
He fell to his knees, catching Neer in his arms.
"I didn't kill you…"
he whispered, voice breaking.
"I destroyed myself."
Neervrah's breath faded.
Only the faint smile remained.
Ash drifted like grey snow.
Fire and water turned to dust together.
Two marks remained on the scorched land:
one crimson, one sapphire.
Through the rising mist, a voice whispered:
"What was left unfinished will return again…"
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END OF CHAPTER 1 —
Their story was not ending.
It was beginning once more.
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