Arohi stood alone on the roof of the palace's highest tower. Below, hidden behind a pillar, the Queen Mother trembled in fear; she knew that no one but Arohi could fight this final battle. For a moment, Arohi's heart sank as she beheld Aditya's hideous form. She had never imagined that her beloved Aditya could ever look so monstrous—a true Dracula. But she knew that fear was not an option now.
Gathering all her courage, Arohi cried out, "Aditya! Look at me! Look at who I am!"
Aditya's blood-red eyes snapped toward her. With a fierce roar, he prepared to lunge at her. In that split second, Arohi used all her strength to thrust the Magic Mirror directly in front of his eyes. When Aditya saw his own grotesque and demonic reflection in the mirror, he let out a piercing scream of agony. A brilliant golden light erupted from the mirror, engulfing his entire body.
Aditya could not bear the sight of his own Dracula form. He clutched his head in pain, thrashing violently. Suddenly, with a powerful jolt, a foul black smoke was torn from his body and vanished into the morning breeze. In an instant, his long claws and those crimson eyes disappeared. His Dracula entity was destroyed forever.
As the curse broke, Aditya's body went limp. He lost consciousness and collapsed onto the cold stone floor. At that very moment, the first rays of the sun broke over the eastern horizon, bathing Aditya's pale face in light. Arohi rushed to his side and cradled his head in her lap. Slowly, Aditya opened his eyes. The red glow was gone, replaced by his old, gentle gaze. Looking at Arohi, he whispered in a weak voice, "Arohi... am I dreaming?"
Arohi's tears flowed uncontrollably. Hugging him tightly, she replied, "No, Aditya, you have come back to your kingdom." Watching from afar, the Queen Mother let out a sigh of relief. The dark night of the curse had finally ended, giving way to a new dawn.
After Aditya regained his health and consciousness, the Queen Mother could no longer stay hidden. She rushed out and embraced Arohi, breaking down in tears. In a choked voice, she cried, "Arohi, my daughter, please forgive me! Blinded by greed and the witch's dark magic, I was about to destroy both your lives. I thought Aditya was just an ordinary village boy, and for my own selfish reasons, I turned him into that cursed Dracula. But I didn't know that Aditya is no ordinary boy—Aditya, you are Vikramaditya, the long-lost Prince of the Kingdom of Junagarh!"
Aditya felt as if the world was spinning. He whispered in disbelief, "What are you saying, Queen Mother? I am a Prince? How is that possible? I grew up in a humble farmer's house!"
At that very moment, Aditya's foster father, who had raised him, pushed through the crowd and stepped forward with a trembling voice. Placing a hand on Aditya's head with deep affection, he said, "No, my son, I will not hide it anymore. The Queen Mother is right. I did not give you birth. Many years ago, on a stormy night, a royal basket was floating on the turbulent waves of the river. I risked my life to pull that basket from the water. When I looked inside, I saw a beautiful royal infant wrapped in majestic robes—that was you. Out of fear of losing you, I never told you this truth."
Aditya stood frozen. Faint, blurry images of a royal palace from his childhood began to flash in his mind. He realized where destiny had brought him today. Arohi held his hand firmly and said, "Believe it, Aditya, this is the truth. Today, you are not only free from the curse, but you have also found your true identity."
Overwhelmed with emotion, Aditya fell at his foster father's feet and hugged them. "Father, I am alive only because you gave me shelter. Even in a royal palace, I will never forget the love you gave me."
A new chapter began. Aditya set out for the Kingdom of Junagarh with Arohi and the Queen Mother. After many long years, the King and Queen of Junagarh broke down in tears upon reuniting with their lost son. When Aditya bowed to touch his parents' feet, the entire kingdom erupted in joy. The King and Queen were mesmerized by Arohi's bravery and proposed that Vikramaditya and Arohi be wed with full royal honors.
A few days later, Vikramaditya arrived at Arohi's palace, seated atop a magnificent elephant with a grand wedding procession. Amidst the cheers of the subjects, their hands were joined in marriage. Arohi's mother and Aditya's foster father blessed them with tearful eyes. Leaving behind the dark night of the curse and the witch's web, a new royal life began. Vikramaditya took Arohi to Junagarh as his bride, where his mother welcomed her with a traditional royal ceremony. Their story of eternal love remained immortal in the pages of history.