Covered in grime and blood, Dushasana screams in agony and terror as he lies pinned to the earth. Above him leans Bhima, his face dark with relentless rage and intense concentration. The thirteen years of suppressed anger melt away into a moment of raw, brutal vengeance that echoes across Kurukshetra.
Remembering the atrocities inflicted on his wife, the way she was dragged on to the sabha, eyes blood red, and honor in tatters.
Dushasana: “Have mercy, Bhima! Spare me!”
Bhima: “Mercy? Where was your mercy when you dragged Draupadi into the assembly? Did you consider that it was your brother's wife that you insulted thus ? Today, the only mercy I would grant is to free your from this cycle of life!
There is smoke, grime and blood all around, and in its midst is Bheem, sitting like Sri Narasimha, covered with blood -- an indicative of the impending destruction that will be inflicted on the Kauravas. That day, Draupadi's honor is restored!
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