Why Rama didn't kill Ravana?!

The morning sun rose behind a veil of mist, casting a soft golden hue over the town as the trio stood outside Deepak's house, each with a backpack slung over their shoulders.

Their eyes held both fear and determination.

The journey had begun.

But there was one problem the car.

The same car they had used before… was gone. Destroyed in that horrifying accident with the demon. Now, they had no way to cover the long distance that lay ahead.

Kapil looked around, scratching his head. "Bro, how are we even going to get there? Teleportation?"

Deepak sighed, adjusting the straps on his bag. "We'll have to take a bus or something. Or walk."

Just then, Kapil's eyes lit up like a bulb.

"I found a car!" he shouted.

Both Deepak and Lalit turned toward him in confusion.

Kapil pointed dramatically toward the driveway, where Deepak's father's sleek black SUV stood under the shade of a neem tree.

Deepak's face changed immediately.

"Are you mad?! That's my dad's car!" he snapped. "If he finds out I even touched it, I'll be the next mythological victim!"

Kapil smirked. "Come on, you want to walk to that ancient forest for two days straight?"

"No way," Deepak said firmly. "You're not touching it."

Cut to:

The car engine growled to life.

Deepak sat in the front seat with a defeated look, arms crossed, while Kapil drove with a proud grin.

"Remind me to never trust you around anything valuable," Deepak muttered.

Lalit, seated at the back with the map, guided the route. "Okay, first we take the state highway and then move into the interior forest trails marked here."

Hours passed as the car made its way out of the city and into quieter, greener terrain. Civilization faded behind them. Soon, all that surrounded them were tall trees, distant hills, and the eerie quiet of untouched land.

The deeper they went, the more isolated the world became.

They finally reached the outer edge of the ancient forest the same forest hinted at in the mysterious red book.

With no more road ahead, the three packed up their gear, left the car under some thick cover, and began walking.

The deeper they went, the denser the trees grew. The air smelled of wet earth and moss. Birds chirped faintly above, and every crunch of a twig underfoot reminded them of where they were heading into forgotten territory.

"Are you sure this is the right way?" Kapil asked, stepping over a fallen log.

Lalit checked the worn-out map again. "Yes. The symbols match… there should be a landmark soon."

After what felt like hours, they reached it.

An enormous tree stood before them twisted, gnarled, and impossibly tall. Its roots were thick like stone, gripping the earth like ancient hands.

"This has to be it," Deepak whispered.

They searched all around it, feeling the bark, checking the base, even climbing up halfway but nothing stood out.

"No inscriptions, no marks," Lalit said, frustrated. "Did we come all this way for nothing?"

But just then, Deepak's palm began to glow.

The spiral shimmered faintly at first… then pulsed with growing intensity.

Deepak instinctively raised his hand toward the old tree.

A sudden beam of golden light burst from his palm, striking the trunk.

WHOOSH!

A hidden doorway appeared emerging from the tree itself like the bark was peeling away into another realm. A soft wind rushed out from the opening, carrying the scent of ancient earth and fire.

They stared in awe.

The passage led down a spiral stair carved into living roots. At the bottom, a hidden cave awaited them.

Inside the cave, the walls were painted with ancient drawings faded but still vibrant. They showed humanoid figures with tails, warriors marching alongside bears and elephants, strange weapons, glowing symbols, and finally a temple structure carved in red.

It looked just like the modern Ram Mandir.

Kapil stepped closer, pointing at a mural. "That's… a lost Vanara tribe. Just like the one in the book."

Deepak looked at the red temple illustration, heart pounding. "This temple… it's real. It always was."

Lalit whispered, "We're standing at the edge of something huge… something forgotten."

Their journey had led them not just to a location, but to a truth hidden in myth. The lines between history and legend had begun to blur.

As they stared at the cave paintings in silence, a realization swept over all three of them.

Everything the spiral mark, the red book, the ancient map all pointed to one place.

Ram Temple.

"This… it's not just a temple," Deepak said, his voice quiet but full of certainty. "It's the center of everything."

Before Kapil or Lalit could respond, the ground suddenly trembled beneath their feet.

The walls of the cave cracked. Dust and loose stones rained from above.

"It's happening again!" Lalit yelled.

"Run!" Deepak shouted.

They sprinted up the spiral path carved through the tree's core, just as a massive rumble surged through the cave. The glowing entrance behind them began to collapse. They barely made it out panting and gasping as the last of the tree's ancient bark sealed shut behind them.

But the relief didn't last long.

The air turned icy.

The sky turned dark, almost like the sun itself had been blocked.

A thick black fog crept through the forest like poison, and emerging from that darkness… was him.

The same demon that once tried to kill Lalit. But now he was even more terrifying twice the size, rippling with dark energy. His skin bore ancient curses and golden chains clanged around his shoulders. His eyes burned red with fury.

He had followed them.

"You shouldn't have come here," the demon growled, his voice deep and echoing like thunder. "Now you all DIE."

Without warning, he charged.

The three friends scattered.

The demon struck the ground with a mighty fist BOOM sending shockwaves through the earth. Trees cracked. Rocks flew. The forest trembled in fear.

Kapil grabbed a thick branch and swung it but the demon caught it mid-air and crushed it with his bare hands.

"Run!" Deepak shouted.

But Kapil didn't have the chance. The demon's massive hand grabbed him by the neck and slammed him against a tree, the sound of the impact echoing like a drumbeat of death.

"Kapil!" Lalit screamed.

Blood flowed from Kapil's head. He gasped for air, too weak to move.

"No..." Deepak whispered, frozen in horror. "Let him go!"

The demon looked at Deepak, his mouth curled in a cruel grin. "You'll be next."

And then...

Something changed.

The spiral mark on Deepak's palm began to burn.

His eyes glowed with an ancient light. His chest rose and fell rapidly. The pain in his hand turned into heat then into power.

BOOM!

A pulse of golden light exploded from Deepak's body, blasting the demon away and knocking him off his feet.

Kapil dropped to the ground, gasping, alive but badly hurt.

Deepak stepped forward slowly. His body now surrounded in golden flames. His feet hovered slightly off the ground. His veins glowed with mythological symbols. Power poured from his eyes, his palms, his voice.

The demon snarled and charged again.

But this time, Deepak didn't move.

He caught the demon's fist mid-air and twisted it, lifting the massive creature off the ground.

With one hand.

He punched the demon so hard that the trees behind him shook.

The demon tried to fight back but Deepak was faster, stronger. His every blow sent out shockwaves. The air around him shimmered with divine energy.

"Enough!" Deepak shouted, his voice echoing like thunder through the forest.

The spiral on his palm glowed white-hot.

He raised his hand, focusing everything into one final blast.

A beam of divine energy surged from his palm and pierced the demon's chest.

The demon screamed.

Not in rage.

In terror.

His body convulsed as cracks of light split through his skin.

Then...

BOOM!

The demon exploded into ash and flame. No blood. No bones. Just nothing left.

Silence fell over the forest.

Above them, the clouds began to clear. A soft light filtered through the trees once again Birdsong slowly returned.

The nightmare was over.

Deepak landed gently on the forest floor, the golden glow slowly fading and he feels very week.

Lalit rushed to help Kapil, who groaned in pain but was alive.

Deepak stumbled toward them, exhausted but relieved.

Lalit whispered, "That thing… is finally dead."

Deepak nodded, still shaking. "We killed it."

Kapil looked up weakly. "Next time... let me do the glowing."

The three of them laughed half in relief, half in shock.

The forest was quiet again. The eerie presence had vanished. For the first time in what felt like forever, they weren't being chased.

Above them, the wind whispered through the trees, as if the forest itself had been watching.

Their journey had led them not just to a location, but to a truth hidden in myth. The lines between history and legend had begun to blur.

somewhere far ahead, the Ram Temple awaited.