The Era of New Beginning

The ancient weapons began to glow and chose their rightful owners. Samarth, deemed worthy by the divine forces, took all the weapons under his protection to safeguard them from evil.

The hidden chamber, now bathed in a soft, ethereal light, seemed to pulse with a life of its own. The ancient weapons , each one a masterpiece of divine craftsmanship, began to glow with an otherworldly radiance. The air was thick with a sense of anticipation, as if the very walls of the chamber were holding their breath.

Samarth stood at the center of the chamber, his heart pounding with a mixture of awe and reverence. He had faced countless trials, both external and internal, to reach this moment. The divine forces had deemed him worthy, and now the weapons were choosing their rightful owners.

One by one, the weapons began to react. kaukseya, with its intricate carvings and celestial aura, floated gently into the air. It hovered for a moment before moving towards Samarth, its glow intensifying. Samarth reached out, and as his fingers closed around the kaukseya, he felt a surge of energy course through him. The kaukseya had chosen him, recognizing his courage and purity of heart.

Next, varutha, a formidable weapon of immense power, began to glow with a fierce light. It too floated into the air, moving towards Samarth with a sense of purpose. As he grasped the varutha, he felt its weight and strength, a testament to legendary varutha. The varutha had chosen him, acknowledging his determination and unwavering resolve.

The celestial prazas, its blade shimmering with an ethereal light, was the next to choose. It floated gracefully towards Samarth, its glow reflecting the purity of his intentions. As he took hold of the prazas, he felt a sense of clarity and purpose, a reminder of the virtues he had cultivated. The prazas had chosen him, recognizing his humility and wisdom.

The kunta, with its sharp, deadly edge, followed suit. It moved towards Samarth with a sense of urgency, its glow a testament to its divine origin. As he grasped the spear, he felt its power and precision, a reflection of his inner strength and control. The spear had chosen him, acknowledging his ability to conquer anger and respond with compassion.

Finally, the dhanu, adorned with intricate carvings and symbols of protection, began to glow with a soft, comforting light. It floated towards Samarth, its presence a reminder of the importance of safeguarding others. As he took hold of the dhanu, he felt a sense of peace and security, a testament to his ability to let go and embrace change. The dhanu had chosen him, recognizing his detachment and inner freedom.

As Samarth stood surrounded by the glowing weapons, he felt a profound sense of fulfillment and responsibility. The divine forces had entrusted him with the legacy of the mythical weapon, and he knew that he had a great duty to protect these weapons from falling into the wrong hands.

Dr. mehra, Raju, and Laxman watched in awe, their hearts filled with pride and admiration. "You have been chosen," Dr. mehra said, his voice filled with emotion. "The divine forces have recognized your worthiness. You are the guardian of this legacy."

Samarth nodded, his eyes filled with determination. "I will protect these weapons with my life," he said. "I will ensure that their power is used for the greater good."

But their moment of triumph was short-lived. Villain, who had been watching from the shadows, stepped forward, his face twisted with rage and desperation. "You think you can keep these weapons from me?" he snarled, his voice filled with venom. "I will not be denied!"

Villain after, phasing to Samarth with sorrowon in his voice , reveals his identity .. with dignity samartth ask him about himself , he answered , I am Vikram ,i had not planned these virtue , it all about money which i got in a parcel with a note written "stop Samarth to reaching adhistana ". 

Samarth turned to face Vikram, his heart steady and his mind clear. "These weapons are not meant for those with ill intentions," he said calmly. "There was a legacy of the mythical weapon, meant to protect and preserve balance."

Vikram lunged at Samarth, his eyes blazing with fury. mr. Mehra prevent Samarth being attacked and badly injured himself But Samarth, empowered by the divine weapons, moved with a grace and speed that left Vikram reeling. With a swift, fluid motion, he parried Vikram's attack and countered with a strike of his own. The glow of the weapons illuminated the chamber, casting Vikram's shadow against the ancient walls.

The battle was fierce, but Samarth's resolve was unshakable. He fought not with anger or hatred, but with a sense of duty and compassion. He knew that Vikram was driven by his own inner demons, and he sought to help him see the light.

As the battle raged on, Samarth's words began to reach Vikram. "You don't have to be consumed by your desires," Samarth said, his voice steady. "You can choose a different path, one of honor and virtue."

Vikram hesitated, his eyes flickering with uncertainty. The rage and desperation that had fueled him began to wane, replaced by a glimmer of hope. "It's not too late," Samarth continued. "You can change."

With a final, decisive move, Samarth disarmed Vikram, sending his weapon clattering to the ground. Vikram fell to his knees, his face a mask of defeat and realization. The chamber fell silent, the echoes of the battle fading into the darkness.

Samarth extended a hand to Vikram, helping him to his feet. "Together, we can protect this legacy ," he said. "We can ensure that their power is used for the greater good."

Vikram looked up, his eyes filled with gratitude and determination. "Thank you," he said, his voice choked with emotion. "I will do my best to atone for my past and follow the path of virtue."

 the weapons would remain protected, they made a solemn vow. The legacy of these weapon would be preserved, and the power of the ancient weapons would be safeguarded for future generations.

it had been a testament to their courage, determination, and unwavering belief in the power of virtue. The divine intervention had turned the tide, and they knew that they had been entrusted with a great responsibility.