Episode 3: "Trial of the Beast: Aryan vs The Butcher of the East Wing"
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đ° Sasural Mein Bhediya: Gupt Veer ka Raaz
đ Episode 3: "Trial of the Beast: Aryan vs The Butcher of the East Wing"
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The morning after the attack.
The sunlight that touched the Thakur Mansion was pale and weak, as if scared to touch the estate too deeply.
Birds didn't sing here.
Even the trees outside stood stillâlike they were listening.
Aryan sat alone in the courtyard, sharpening a wooden staff. Not that he needed it. His hands were weapons. His mind, sharper than blades. But today, he wasnât sure if he would be fighting with fists or fangs.
Because today was "The Trial."
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đ Flashback â Last Night, after Virajâs warning...
Aryan had followed Meera again.
She led him through a side corridor hidden behind the old portrait of Rana Virendra Thakur.
There, she whispered only one sentence before leaving him in darkness:
> âIf you survive tomorrow, youâll earn a seat at the table.
If not⊠your body will be buried where the others were.â
That night, Aryan didnât sleep.
He meditated.
He listened.
And deep inside his bones, the wolf stirredâready to be unleashed.
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đ Now... in the Combat Arena beneath the Mansion
Few in the family knew this place existed.
A circular underground combat pit, surrounded by torch-lit walls, lined with ancient carvings of beasts and warriors.
On one end stood Aryan, calm, still, wearing a simple white kurta soaked in holy oil. His golden eyes flickered with restrained power.
On the other endâViraj, the brother-in-law. Shirtless. Covered in ritual ash and blood symbols. And behind him, chained like a beastâŠ
The Butcher of the East Wing.
A giant, grotesque manâpossibly drugged, possibly possessed. His eyes were pale, his mouth foaming. A chain ran through his nose ring, held by Viraj like a pet leash.
> âYour trial begins now,â announced Mahadevan Singh from above, looking down into the pit.
âDefeat the Butcher... and weâll talk about your place in this family.â
Aryan didnât speak.
He crouched.
Shoulders loose.
Breathing calm.
The fight had begun.
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âïž Round One: Fury
The Butcher charged like a bull, slamming both fists into the ground, sending dust flying.
Aryan dodged leftâspinning, then rolling forward. He swept the beast's legs, but it barely stumbled.
> Too strong... but slow. Use speed.
Aryan dashed behind him, delivering a knee strike to the back of the Butcherâs neck.
It made a sickening thud.
But the monster didnât fall.
Instead, it laughed.
> âYou canât kill whatâs already dead!â Viraj shouted.
Aryan realized something then:
> Heâs not human anymore... Heâs a failed vessel.
A puppet created for a ritual that went wrong. The mansion was hiding not just secretsâbut experiments.
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đș Round Two: Instinct
The Butcher landed a punchâAryan went flying, crashing into a wall.
Ribs cracked. Blood in his mouth.
He wiped it calmly.
The wolf inside him howled.
He could feel his claws pushing through his skin... but he stopped them. Not yet.
He needed to win as a man, or they would fear him for the wrong reasons.
Instead, Aryan removed the holy oil cloth from his waist and tossed it into a fire pit nearby.
The cloth burned.
The air shifted.
The Butcher paused⊠confused.
That cloth was soaked in Kshir, a sacred herb that disrupted the control spell on failed ritual vessels.
The Butcher began to twitch violentlyâhis chains rattling.
Aryan took the chance.
He ranâjumpedâtwisted midair, and with perfect precision, landed both feet on the Butcherâs chest.
The giant toppled.
Aryan locked his arm around the monsterâs throat.
> âSleep,â he whispered.
A sharp nerve strike to the base of the skull.
The Butcher's eyes rolled back.
Unconscious.
Not dead.
But defeated.
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đ§ Above the PitâŠ
Mahadevan Singh clapped slowly.
âInteresting,â he said. âYou show mercy.
Or strategy?â
Viraj looked furious. But Meera, hidden behind the curtains, smiled faintly.
Aryan looked up and simply said:
> âI do what I must. Not what I want.â
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đ Later That NightâŠ
Aryan sat alone again in his room, tending to his wounds. He didnât expect rest. He didnât expect gratitude.
But he wasnât prepared for what came next.
The door creaked open.
Mahadevan Singh entered, alone.
He held a small wooden box.
âI didnât think youâd last a day,â the old man said. âBut now... you must choose.â
He opened the box.
Inside, a small dagger carved from obsidian, with ancient inscriptions.
âThis,â he said, âis the key to the next circle. If you accept this⊠you become one of us.
But if you betray us... the pact will devour you.â
Aryan stared at the blade.
His wolf eyes glowed faintly.
He took the dagger.
âIâm not here to join you,â he said coldly.
âIâm here to uncover you.â
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In the distance, the mansion shuddered slightlyâŠ
As if it, too, had heard the threat.
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