The story unfolds on the mythical planet Vishvaloka, a world bisected by a natural barrier of mountains running along its equator. This range divides Vishvaloka into two distinct hemispheres, making them geographically isolated from one another. The only point of connection between the two hemispheres is Sagarasetu, a narrow waterway cutting through the mountain range. Sagarasetu is located in Amritanagara, the opulent capital of the Kingdom of Jaladhidesha. Sagarasetu serves as the planet’s singular global trade route, transforming Jaladhidesha into the most powerful and wealthiest kingdom on Vishvaloka. This strategic control over commerce has made the kingdom an economic titan; a closure of the port would spell disaster for the entire world's economy. With this advantage, Jaladhidesha has cultivated a reputation for unassailable military strength, boasting technological weapons far beyond the capabilities of the other kingdoms in both hemispheres. Despite numerous attempts by rivals to seize Sagarasetu, all have failed. This overwhelming wealth has bred hubris among the citizens of Jaladhidesha. They see themselves as divine favorites, chosen by the gods to rule over Vishvaloka. Their society is steeped in rituals meant to express gratitude for their "blessed" lives. One such tradition involves burying their dead with lavish amounts of gold ornaments, a final offering of thanks to the gods. The people’s extreme arrogance manifests in their disdain for manual labor; the kingdom runs on government stipends that keep its citizens content and idle. To sustain their luxurious lifestyle and maintain the operations of the Sagarasetu port, Jaladhidesha relies on a labor force drawn from the tribal clans of the equatorial mountain forests. These tribes, though they form the majority population, are treated as expendable second-class citizens. Paid meager wages and subjected to brutal punishments for even minor infractions, the tribes endure a life of hardship and systemic oppression. Among the tribes, a clan of fishmen, known for their exceptional swimming and diving skills, grows tired of their suffering. To escape their plight, they begin looting the buried gold from Jaladhidesha’s graves. For a time, their secret grave-robbing operation prospers, allowing them a taste of freedom and dignity. But when the scheme is eventually uncovered, the citizens of Jaladhidesha react with fury. In a savage act of retribution, the kingdom’s rulers order the massacre of the entire fishmen clan—sparing only infants—and dump their bodies, along with the stolen gold, into the waters of Sagarasetu. The citizens see this as a divine act of cleansing, a way to restore their ritual purity. But this atrocity unleashes an unexpected consequence. The vengeful spirits of the slaughtered tribe rise from the waters as haunted, zombie-like apparitions, adorned in the very gold they had stolen. Empowered by the blessings of a compassionate sea goddess who was moved by their suffering, these ghosts now haunt the Sagarasetu port. They do not harm the goods or the ships themselves, but they kill every crew member aboard any vessel attempting to traverse the passage. The port, once the beating heart of Vishvaloka's trade, becomes a cursed and abandoned ruin. Traders who send ships through Sagarasetu find them returning, eerily empty except for the bodies of their crews. The port earns a reputation as a suicide mission, and global commerce grinds to a halt. Jaladhidesha’s rulers refuse to take responsibility for the atrocity, labeling the ghosts as "terrorists" threatening the kingdom's prosperity. The military launches repeated campaigns to exorcise the spirits, but every attempt ends in failure and further loss of life. The gold-adorned ghosts, wielding supernatural powers granted by the sea goddess, prove unstoppable. Sagarappa was a 25-year-old orphan with no aspirations beyond his daily routine. Life was simple: every morning, he went out to sea, caught exactly five fish, ate two, and sold the remaining three in the bustling market of Amritanagara. The money he earned was spent on booze and women. Marriage, settling down, or contemplating the future were foreign concepts to him. Sagarappa’s motto was clear: live for the moment, and let tomorrow take care of itself. Far from Amritanagara, in the deep waters of Sagarasetu, the forces of Jaladhidesha clashed with the ghosts terrorists of the cursed port. In the chaos of the battle, one ghost’s finger became entangled in a sea creeper. To free itself, it removed its ring—a relic from King Samudra Gupta’s grave. But without the ring’s protection, the ghost was destroyed, vanishing into the sea foam. It was the first weakness the military of Jaladhidesha had ever discovered. The ring, gleaming with supernatural energy, sank to the ocean floor. A curious fish swallowed it, oblivious to the chaos surrounding it. One fateful day, while Sagarappa was gutting his catch, he stumbled upon something extraordinary—a golden ring lodged inside the belly of a fish. Intrigued by its intricate design, he cleaned it off and slid it onto his finger, thinking little of its origin. What Sagarappa didn’t know was that this was no ordinary trinket. The ring belonged to the legendary King Samudra Gupta, stolen from his grave long ago and imbued with supernatural power. The next day, as Sagarappa sold his usual three fish in the bustling market, a sharp-eyed minister of Jaladhidesha spotted the ring on his finger. The minister’s expression turned to shock. He recognized it immediately as the lost relic of Samudra Gupta, thought to be stolen from the royal grave. The minister stormed over, flanked by guards. “You there!” he barked, pointing at Sagarappa’s hand. “Where did you get that ring?” Sagarappa, startled by the intrusion, frowned. “This? Found it in a fish’s stomach. Why?” “Liar!” the minister spat. “This is the ring of our great king, Samudra Gupta. How dare you desecrate his grave and steal his treasures?” Sagarappa burst into laughter. “Grave? What do you mean, his grave?” The minister scowled, confused. “His grave… where his dead body rests” Sagarappa shook his head, still chuckling. “Humans are so arrogant. They think they can own everything—even after they’re dead. Rings, graves… you name it. But the funny thing is, they can’t own the most precious thing of all: their souls. Time has already stolen your king’s soul, minister. Did you ever question the bravery of time?” The crowd murmured at Sagarappa’s bold words, and the minister found himself momentarily speechless. Recovering his composure, the minister muttered to himself, “Could this ring hold the power of the terrorists? It could be useful in battle…” Sagarappa, sensing the man’s greed, smirked. “You’re chasing stolen trinkets from the dead. Maybe focus on catching what’s stolen from the living.” With that, he turned to walk away. Infuriated, the minister kicked Sagarappa in the stomach, sending him sprawling to the ground. “Enough of your insolence!” he roared. “Guards, seize him! That ring belongs to the terrorists!” As the guards grabbed Sagarappa, he muttered, still gasping for air, “First it was your king’s ring. Now it’s a terrorist’s ring. Give it five more minutes, and you’ll be calling it your ring.” The guards tried to pry the ring from Sagarappa’s finger. But the moment they touched it, the ring began to glow with an otherworldly light. A shimmering bubble suddenly formed around Sagarappa, hurling the guards backward. The crowd gasped in shock, watching as the glowing sphere protected him. “What sorcery is this?” the minister growled. “Burst it and bring me that ring!” The guards attacked the bubble with spears, but the weapons dulled upon contact. Furious, the minister pulled out a machine gun and opened fire. The bullets ricocheted off the bubble, injuring several guards. Inside, Sagarappa tumbled around, struggling to keep his balance. The bubble began to roll, bouncing down the market steps and causing chaos. Sagarappa, completely disoriented and screaming. Suddenly, the bubble veered toward a baby sitting in the road, playing with small soap bubbles. The crowd screamed, fearing the worst. But as the baby reached out and gently punched the bubble, it soared gracefully into the air like a balloon. The crowd erupted into cheers and laughter, marveling at the miracle they had just witnessed. Even Sagarappa couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of the moment. The bubble eventually landed softly on the ground, and Sagarappa scrambled to his feet, still encased in its glowing protection. Without hesitation, he darted through the crowd and disappeared into the labyrinthine alleys of Amritanagara, leaving the minister and his guards dumbfounded. Sagarappa had never sought greatness, but the strange ring on his finger was insistent. The miraculous bubble it had summoned during his escape from the market had stirred something deep within him—a mix of curiosity and unease. For the first time in his life, Sagarappa felt he might possess something extraordinary, something he couldn’t ignore. “This isn’t some shiny toy,” he muttered to himself one day, sitting by the shore. “It’s got… magic. Or science. Or both. Let’s see what it can do.” He raised his hand, and with a thought, summoned a bubble. It emerged like liquid light, expanding and shimmering with a hypnotic glow. “Alright, bubble,” he said, pointing at a pile of rocks nearby. “Show me what you’ve got.” He flicked his hand, and the bubble floated toward the largest rock. As it touched the boulder, it expanded, swallowing the entire mass. To Sagarappa’s amazement, the enormous stone—heavy enough to block a road—was suddenly weightless. He was able to create n number of such bubbles. Later that week, while walking through the bustling streets of Amritanagara, Sagarappa encountered an unexpected challenge. A massive boulder had rolled down from the mountain and crashed onto the main road, creating a traffic jam, and leaving citizens helplessly gawking at the obstruction. “Move aside!” a guard barked, struggling to push the boulder with his team. “We’ll clear this soon!” Sagarappa watched the chaos unfold, then sighed. “Well, let’s give this bubble thing a shot.” He summoned a glowing orb and directed it toward the boulder. The bubble engulfed the massive stone with ease, lifting it effortlessly into the air. The crowd gasped in astonishment. “Light as a feather,” Sagarappa quipped, casually steering the boulder to the side of the road. He commanded the bubble to pop, and the boulder dropped gently onto the ground, out of the way. The onlookers erupted into cheers. “Who is this man?” someone whispered. Sagarappa grinned. “Not bad for a fisherman,” he muttered under his breath, walking away before anyone could ask questions. Someone from the crowd tried to call him, as he doesn’t know Sagarappa’s name, he called him – “Bubble Bhai.” Sagarappa liked this name. Back at the shore, Sagarappa began experimenting with finer control over the bubbles. He noticed that he could instruct them to interact with specific objects. Spotting a coconut tree, he summoned a bubble and directed it upward. The bubble floated toward the tree, shimmering as it absorbed one of the coconuts. With a simple thought, Sagarappa instructed the bubble to bring the coconut down to him. “Nice and easy,” he murmured as the bubble hovered before him. He tapped the glowing sphere, commanding it to release part of the coconut. The bubble peeled back, revealing 80% of the coconut. With a flick of his finger, Sagarappa used the bubble itself to slice away the remaining 20%, leaving only the waste to discard. He carefully directed the bubble to deposit the waste in a nearby dustbin. Satisfied, he sent the same bubble back up to fetch another coconut. “Efficient and clean,” he said with a satisfied nod. As Sagarappa continued testing, he discovered the bubble wasn’t invincible. One windy afternoon, while practicing near the coast, he attempted to move a large piece of driftwood. A strong gust of wind swept in, pushing the bubble off course. “Hey! Come back!” Sagarappa shouted, struggling to steer the bubble against the wind. No matter how much he tried to control it, the wind overpowered him, driving the bubble farther away. While the bubble remained intact, its trajectory was entirely at the mercy of the breeze. “Well, that’s annoying,” Sagarappa grumbled. “The bubble’s strong, but when it’s me versus the wind, the wind wins.” He spent hours experimenting, hoping to find a way to counteract this weakness, but the results were the same. In strong winds, his control was limited. Living in Amritanagara—a city surrounded by mountains and sea where gusts were frequent—this flaw felt like a cruel joke. Still, Sagarappa refused to give up. “Every tool has its limits,” he reasoned. “The trick is knowing when to use it and when not to.” The tales of Sagarappa’s extraordinary bubble powers spread like wildfire, eventually reaching the ears of King Chandra Gupta of Jaladhidesha. The king, known for his pride and arrogance, saw Sagarappa as both a threat and an opportunity. “We need him,” Chandra Gupta declared. “Send 500 of my best soldiers to capture this so-called Bubble Master and bring him to the court!” The soldiers marched to the coast in full force, but an hour later, they returned—trapped inside a massive bubble. Floating in their midst was Sagarappa, casually rolling alongside them on bubble-crafted shoes. The crowd that had gathered in the palace courtyard gasped at the spectacle. Sagarappa rolled up to the throne, dismounted, and stood before Chandra Gupta with a lopsided grin. The king’s shock turned to rage and then, reluctantly, to awe. “Bubble Bhai… Please forgive my arrogance,” Chandra Gupta said, swallowing his pride. “I should have asked for your help instead of trying to capture you. I need you to defeat the ghost terrorists plaguing Sagarasetu. They’re destroying ships, killing crews, and crippling the economy of Vishvaloka. If you help us, I will reward you with untold riches—unlimited alcohol and any woman you desire.” Sagarappa chuckled. “Not interested.” Chandra Gupta’s eyes widened. “But… why? You could be a hero! Save innocent lives, restore prosperity, and be celebrated as a god among men!” “Innocent lives?” Sagarappa replied, his voice sharp. “You mean these people? The same ones who prefer to bury gold in graves instead of giving it to starving poor people? Who massacred an entire tribe for daring to take what you so casually throw away in the name of superstition? These are your ‘good people’?” Chandra Gupta had no response. “And those ghosts you call terrorists?” Sagarappa continued. “They’re no better. The Sea Goddess gave them a second chance, immense power, and wealth. They could’ve chosen peace. Instead, they chose revenge. Meaningless violence. They’re just as guilty as you are.” The court fell into stunned silence as Sagarappa’s words cut through their arrogance like a blade. “So, no, King,” Sagarappa declared. “I won’t fight for either side. No matter what I choose, I’d only be helping evil. My life is simple. I eat two fish a day, sell three fish for drinking booze and sleeping with desired women, and live as a free man. No responsibilities. No heroes. Just me.” With that, Sagarappa burst the bubble holding the soldiers and rolled out of the palace on his bubble shoes, leaving the court speechless. The next day, ghost terrorists attacked a crude oil ship off the coast. The haunting scene of undead warriors killing the ship’s crew sent shockwaves through Amritanagara. But Sagarappa, oblivious to the chaos, was focused on his daily fishing. As the battle raged, the ship’s hull was breached, spilling crude oil into the sea. Sagarappa froze. The thick, black sludge spread across the water, threatening the marine life he depended on. His carefree attitude evaporated. He decided to save the sea and its marine life. But the heavy sea winds causing trouble for Sagarappa to focus and throw his bubbles. So, he decided to go into the sea to create the bubble. Summoning his bubble, Sagarappa leapt into action. Encasing himself in a bubble for oxygen, he dove into the polluted waters. He created an enormous bubble to engulf the entire ship, the crude oil, and the ghosts. The water began to clear as the bubble lifted its toxic payload above the surface. The ghosts, shocked to see a human wielding such power, summoned reinforcements. One of them used her enchanted necklace to call forth a magical shark, a massive, golden-finned beast with razor-sharp teeth. The shark attacked, swallowing Sagarappa and his bubble whole. To his horror, the creature’s magical teeth began to crack the bubble. “Oh no, you don’t!” Sagarappa growled. Summoning all his strength, he expanded the bubble in an instant, causing it to explode outward. The force was so immense that it obliterated the shark, scattering golden shards into the water. Sagarappa surfaced, gasping for air. The ghosts, trapped in their own bubble, thrashed violently. The wind made controlling his giant crude-oil bubble difficult, but Sagarappa refused to give up. Using his skillful bubble-splitting technique, he carefully separated the ship, the oil, the humans, and the ghosts into four distinct bubbles. Then, with ingenuity and precision of a ping ball player, he directed each bubble to its rightful place: The humans safely landed on the coast. The ship was gently placed back in the port. The crude oil was deposited into a volcanic mountain’s molten core, where it burned away harmlessly. The ghosts, still thrashing, were sent rolling deep into the ocean toward the lair of their master. As Sagarappa finished his work, the people of Amritanagara erupted into cheers. They called him "Bubble Bhai," a title that spread across the kingdom like wildfire. Moments later, King Chandra Gupta descended from a helicopter, holding a velvet bag filled with 500 rare diamonds. “Bubble Bhai,” he announced, “Accept this as a token of our gratitude.” Sagarappa glanced at the bag and smirked. “Keep it,” he said. “I have my five fish to catch.” With that, he boarded his boat and sailed away, leaving the stunned king behind. As Sagarappa’s boat disappeared over the horizon, far beneath the sea, the master of the ghosts stood in his lair. Clutching a golden staff, he easily busted the bubble which captured his soldiers and watched as the ghost warriors emerged from their bubble prison, battered but alive. Just then Master heard the slogans of Amritanagara chanting the name – “Bubble Bhai” as he leaves rejecting the reward. The master’s lips curled into a sinister smile. “Bubble Bhai,” he whispered, his voice resonating like the waves. “This must be interesting.”

Sage Shakti stood at the banks of the sacred Ganga, his face impassive. In his arms, a baby girl wailed, her cries cutting through the stillness. Before him stood the enchanting apsara Menaka, her hands clasped and head bowed in regret. “Oh, Maharshi,” she said softly, her voice tinged with sorrow. “I had no choice. It was under Lord Indra’s command that I disrupted your Brahmarshi penance. If I had defied him, he would have cursed me severely. Please, forgive me.” Without waiting for a response, Menaka turned and ascended to the heavens. Sage Shakti gazed helplessly at the crying, hungry infant in his arms. Lord Indra, observing the scene from his heavenly abode, was elated. With a mocking smirk, he addressed his court, his tone dripping with disdain. “Not every mere mortal can ascend to the rank of Brahmarshi,” he began, his voice laced with derision. “A Brahmarshi is a sage who has attained enlightenment, becoming a Jivanmukta by fully comprehending the essence of Brahman. They possess the highest divine knowledge, boundless wisdom, and true self-awareness. Such a being, upon death, attains Paramukti, liberating themselves from Samsara—the endless cycle of birth and death—and becoming equal to the gods. “And yet, this Sage Shakti dares to aspire to such a station?” Indra scoffed. “It’s a miracle he even reached Maharshi status. He isn’t worthy of being a Rajarshi! The moment Menaka dropped her saree, he dropped his penance.” The court erupted into laughter, the gods revelling in the humiliation of Sage Shakti. Just then, Narada Muni entered Indra’s court, holding a rolled, gold-coated magical scroll in his hand. “Oh, revered Sage Narada! What brings you to my court?” Indra asked, curiosity lacing his tone. “A new Brahmarshi has been appointed by my father, Lord Brahma,” Narada replied calmly. “I came to deliver the official intimation.” Gasps filled the court as the assembled gods exchanged shocked glances. “What? Without my knowledge? Who is this new Brahmarshi? What is his name?” Indra demanded, his voice rising with disbelief. “Why ask for his name when you can see for yourself?” Narada said, handing the magical scroll to Indra. Indra unrolled the scroll, his eyes widening as he saw Sage Shakti’s face appear. “Impossible! This is absurd! How could Shakti become a Brahmarshi? He was so easily ensnared by my apsara, Menaka!” Indra exclaimed. “Who told you it was Shakti?” Narada replied with a sly smile. “It is Yukti, Shakti’s identical twin elder brother.” A stunned silence engulfed the court. “Wait… What? So, both performed the Brahmarshi penance together?” Indra asked, still trying to grasp the revelation. “Not exactly,” Narada explained. “While Yukti undertook the true Brahmarshi penance, Shakti used his own powers to deceive you gods and protect his brother’s penance.” Indra was left both astounded and impressed. “Clever… utterly unexpected! I must meet this Shakti,” he declared, his curiosity piqued. Mounting his celestial elephant, Airavata, Indra descended to Earth, eager for the encounter. As Shakti walked along the Ganga's banks, he stumbled upon a Munda tribal village. Carrying a crying infant, he noticed the village had mostly women and children. Children playing nearby stopped and gathered around, their curiosity turning to mockery of his saintly attire. Leading them was a bold five-year-old boy, Maskal Baba. Unfazed, Shakti continued with a serene smile. The women, recognizing the sacred Upanayana thread on his chest, understood his divine nature. Alarmed by the children's teasing, they quickly scolded them and, with respect, bowed before the sage. Shakti, undisturbed, blessed them and humbly asked, "Could one of you kindly breastfeed my daughter?" As one of the tribal women stepped forward to take the baby from Shakti, the air suddenly grew heavy with awe. Indra descended to the earth on his majestic elephant, Airavata. The sight left little Maskal Baba wide-eyed, his amazement shining through as he watched the divine spectacle unfold. The tribal women and elderly men immediately bowed, their heads low in reverence as Indra entered the village. Confused, Maskal tugged at his mother’s arm. “Who is he? Why are we bowing?” “He is Indra, the King of the Gods,” his mother whispered. “He commands the five elements of nature and is among the most powerful deities.” Indra dismounted gracefully, his every step radiating authority, and began walking toward Shakti. But before he could reach him, Maskal dashed forward and stood firmly in Indra’s path, his small form trembling but resolute. Dropping to his knees, he looked up at the god with pleading eyes. “Oh, mighty Indra,” Maskal began, his voice trembling but earnest, “please help us! The tyrant king Smritihani has taken my father, my brother, and the other men of our tribe as forced labourer to build his temple. Please, I beg you! I miss my father so much!” At the mention of Smritihani, Indra froze. His expression darkened, and a heavy silence fell. Maskal’s mother, horrified, rushed to her son. “Forgive him, my lord! He’s just a child—he doesn’t understand!” she said, her voice shaking as she knelt before Indra. But Indra simply smiled and placed a comforting hand on Maskal’s head. “Do not fear, my child,” he said gently. “Even my own siblings have been held captive by Smritihani. But once his temple is complete, all shall return home safely.” Maskal’s face fell, his young heart sinking in despair. He looked helplessly at his mother, who pulled him into an embrace, her tears falling freely. “Smritihani is even more powerful than the King of Gods,” she whispered through sobs. “We must endure, my son. No one can save us.” Maskal’s gaze turned back to Indra, who continued toward Shakti. To his astonishment, Indra knelt before the sage in a gesture of deep respect, honouring Shakti for his victory over him. That moment seared itself into Maskal’s mind. “Can this Shakti defeat Smritihani?” The question blazed like a spark in Maskal’s young thoughts as he watched Shakti bless Indra, his eyes filled with newfound hope. “Defeats are not unfamiliar to me,” Indra began, his tone tinged with frustration. “I’m often bested, thanks to some boon granted by the Trimurti to random mortals. But this defeat… this one is different. I wasn’t defeated by a boon—I was defeated by intellect. “Lately, I’ve been more vigilant, even harsh, in disrupting human penance. Smritihani’s unrelenting assaults on my heaven have made me wary of humans growing as powerful as him. Yet, despite my watchfulness, you outwitted me. But tell me, Shakti, why did you allow your elder brother, Yukti, to become a Brahmarshi when you could have easily claimed that title yourself? I know you’re capable of achieving it without anyone’s help, unlike your brother,” Indra asked. Shakti smiled faintly. “The answer lies in our origins,” he replied. “My mother died giving birth to us, and though our father raised us well, he was more of a guru than a parent. He taught us the Vedas impartially, treating us like any other disciples, but we longed for the selfish, nurturing love only a mother can give. “As we grew older, my brother and I decided to marry and use our penance powers to bring our mother back as one of our daughters, so we could raise her with the love and care we missed. We planned to complete our lives’ journey together and attain Brahmarshi status, ending the cycle of life with her as the last descendant of our family. “However, a problem arose. When Yukti sought a bride, no Brahmin father would offer their daughter to a forest-dwelling ascetic who begged for food. They preferred men who worshipped idols in temples and served corrupt kings for wealth. My brother, being true to his values, refused to compromise. Heartbroken, he abandoned the idea and began penance to become a Brahmarshi. “I knew you’d use every trick to disrupt his penance. Fearing that another heartbreak might destroy him, I devised a plan. I started my own ‘penance,’ a false one, to distract you. Using my powers, I concealed my brother’s presence from you. “But as time passed, I realized Yukti’s penance was bearing no fruit. Deep within, he still longed for our mother’s rebirth. That’s when I decided to act. I resolved to marry, even outside my caste, to have a daughter who could bring our mother back. Then I thought—if I must break my virginity anyway, why not choose the most beautiful woman in existence? “When Menaka came to distract me, I surrendered willingly. Using my powers, I ensured my mother was reborn as my daughter. The moment Yukti heard the baby’s cry, all his anguish melted away, and he finally became eligible to achieve Brahmarshi. “So, Indra, my defeat was never about losing to you. It was about fulfilling a greater purpose,” Shakti explained. “Wow… So, you used my distraction to remove distraction for your brother,” Indra said, his tone a mix of admiration and shock. “For such a remarkable victory, I wish to reward you with this golden upanayana.” With that, Indra replaced Shakti’s upanayana with a radiant golden one. “As long as you wear this upanayana, you shall possess the powers of the gods,” Indra declared grandly. “No weapon, not even the Brahmastra, can harm you. You can traverse any part of the universe with ease. But these powers come with a condition—they are yours only as long as you uphold dharma. Should you stray into adharma, they will vanish instantly. With these gifts, I believe you can even defeat Smritihani,” he added, his voice rising intentionally so that Maskal could overhear. Shakti’s eyes narrowed slightly as he caught the subtext in Indra’s words. Smiling knowingly, he replied, “Challenge accepted.” “Challenge? It’s not a challenge—it’s a gift of power,” Indra said, feigning innocence, his smile betraying a hint of mischief. “I can sense your wounded ego,” Shakti replied in a low voice. “Don’t pretend otherwise. But let me make one thing clear—I have no intention of fighting Smritihani. He’s your problem, not mine.” Indra laughed heartily, masking his frustration. As he turned to leave, he paused beside Maskal. Looking directly at the boy, he said with a smile, “Shakti can bring your father and brother back. He is the chosen one.” With that, Indra climbed onto Airavata and ascended back to the heavens, leaving Maskal staring at Shakti with renewed hope and determination. Maskal ran to Shakti and fell at his feet, tears streaming down his face. “Please, Maharishi! Save my family from the torment of Smritihani,” he pleaded desperately. Shakti sighed and gently placed a hand on the boy’s head. “Oh, child, don’t let Indra’s deceptive words mislead you,” he said softly. “This upanayana he gave me holds no real powers. It’s nothing but a mirage—a symbol meant to convince others that I possess the strength to defeat Smritihani. But mark my words: if I were to go to war with Smritihani, Indra would surely use some cunning trick to ensure I’m killed in the process.” Maskal shook his head vehemently, refusing to accept Shakti’s explanation. “No… no… please, Maharishi, I beg you!” he cried, clutching Shakti’s legs tightly. Meanwhile, the woman breastfeeding Shakti’s infant daughter finished her task and approached, carefully handing the baby back to him. Shakti looked down at Maskal, whose grip on his legs remained unyielding. With the baby in one arm and the boy refusing to let go, Shakti realized he had no other option. Closing his eyes, he invoked the power of the upanayana, despite his doubts. In an instant, Shakti and the baby vanished from the spot, leaving behind a stunned Maskal, his cries of desperation echoing into the air. “See! See! He has powers! Indra’s words were true—Shakti is the chosen one! He can defeat Smritihani!” Maskal exclaimed with joy, his face lighting up with newfound hope. His friends cheered alongside him, their excitement contagious. But the tribal women and elders, weathered by years of suffering, remained skeptical. They shook their heads quietly and returned to their daily tasks, unwilling to nurture false hope. Shakti reappeared, landing gracefully before his elder brother, Yukti, with the baby in his arms. Yukti’s face lit up as he took the infant, holding her close. “Aditi…” Yukti whispered, repeating the name thrice like a blessing, his voice filled with love and reverence. He looked at Shakti and said, “Promise me you’ll marry Aditi to the most powerful, caring man.” Shakti smiled and nodded. “I promise, brother.” Satisfied, Yukti handed the baby back, his expression serene. Without a word, he departed for Brahma Loka, leaving Shakti cradling Aditi in the stillness. Shakti raised Aditi with boundless love. Women from the Munda tribe often visited his ashram to nurse and play with her. Shakti, however, barred Maskal from entering, tired of his constant pleas. Undeterred, Maskal came daily, mimicking Shakti’s meditation to gain attention, which Shakti found amusing. On Maskal’s birthday, Shakti gifted him a flowering creeper, tying it around him like an Upanayana. Maskal clung to the hope that devotion would soften Shakti’s heart. But when Maskal’s father died, Shakti remained indifferent, leaving Maskal devastated. Weeks passed, and Maskal stopped coming. The Munda women gradually ceased their visits too. Unfazed, Shakti focused entirely on Aditi, raising her not with worldly knowledge but unyielding love. Meanwhile, Maskal had grown into a forced laborer, taking his late brother’s place in building Smritihani’s temple. Forced to leave his young, pregnant wife, Rasika, he faced a bitter separation. Maskal and Rasika, deeply in love, had vowed at their marriage never to part or betray one another. But Smritihani’s command now tore them apart. With no choice, Maskal consoled his weeping wife. As a gesture of his eternal promise, he tied a flowering creeper around her belly, mirroring his own upanayana, symbolizing his unyielding vow to protect them both. On the way to Smritihani’s capital, Malla, a soldier suggested Maskal marry a woman there instead of mourning his wife, whom he might never see again. Enraged, Maskal slit the soldier’s throat. This act led to his imprisonment and trial in Smritihani’s court—Maskal’s first encounter with the legendary ruler. Smritihani entered with a mystical bird flying above him, its wings fanning him while acting as a canopy. He carried a coconut in his left hand and had no guards for protection. Though lean and youthful in appearance, seemingly under 25, his true age exceeded 200 years. Maskal had expected an imposing figure but found Smritihani’s casual demeanor, charming smile, and relaxed posture disarming. Ironically, Maskal himself appeared more intimidating than the king. The bird hovered above the throne, flapping its wings to cool him as he sat down. Maskal’s eyes remained fixed on the bird, a creature unlike any he’d seen in the forest. Smritihani noticed. “Hey… Why stare at my bird like that? Worried it might ruin my hair if it poops?” he quipped, prompting laughter in the court—except from Maskal, who stood uneasily. “Relax, my friend,” Smritihani continued, smiling. “We’ve all done questionable things. I killed my stepmother and brother for this throne. So, tell me—why did you kill my soldier?” Maskal replied firmly, “He insulted my wife, told me to forget her and remarry. Polygamy is a sin in my tribe. I couldn’t betray her.” Smritihani laughed, clapping his hands once. Maskal felt a strange sensation course through him. “What’s your wife’s name?” Smritihani asked. Maskal tried to recall but couldn’t. The court erupted in laughter. “The great loyal husband doesn’t even know his wife’s name?” Smritihani mocked, clapping again. Suddenly, Maskal remembered. “Rasika! My wife’s name is Rasika!” he yelled. Smritihani smiled, clapped once more, and the court quieted. “In all the noise, I didn’t catch that,” Smritihani said. “Say it again.” Maskal stammered, unable to recall her name a second time. The court jeered, and Smritihani added, “Men forget anniversaries, but you’ve outdone them all!” “Do you at least remember her face?” Smritihani asked, clapping again. Maskal, now despairing, forgot even that. He pounded his head in frustration. “Can you recall any moment of love with her?” Smritihani asked, raising his hands to clap once more. Maskal screamed, “No!” and fell to his knees, begging. “Please stop! Don’t take away my memories. She’s the only loved one I have left!” Smritihani grinned. “Don’t worry. I respect marriage too. My wife died long ago, and I’ve never remarried. When I have needs, I simply find a random beautiful woman, clap, and ensure no one remembers her. A clean slate. But I’ve never touched a married woman. That’s my code. You’re free to return to work.” As soldiers dragged Maskal away, he cried, “Please, return my memories—her name, her face, anything!” Smritihani, unmoved, dismissed him without a second thought. Maskal was subjected to grueling labor, moving heavy rocks from place to place. Yet, the agony of losing his wife’s memory was far more unbearable than the physical strain. Two days later, Smritihani arrived at the temple site in his chariot. Summoning his strength, Maskal approached him with great effort. “Sir... please return my wife’s memories,” he pleaded. Smritihani glared at him. “Who are you? Have you gone mad from this hard work?” he snapped, dismissing Maskal before departing. Confused and dejected, Maskal heard a voice behind him. “Are you new to this work?” an older man asked. “Yes, sir. Smritihani took away my wife’s name and face. I love her deeply... but now...” Maskal’s voice cracked, and tears welled in his eyes. “Don’t despair, my son. We’re all enduring this together,” the man said gently. “I am Vishvakarma, architect of the gods.” Maskal fell to his knees, touching Vishvakarma’s feet for blessings. “Finally, someone who recognizes my work,” Vishvakarma said, visibly pleased. “Oh, Deva! How did Smritihani gain such powers? What boon made him this monstrous demon?” Maskal asked. Vishvakarma began his tale. “Smritihani was born as Smritesh, lord of memory. Ironically, he was cursed with a terrible memory, often forgetting everything. Mocked by his people, they nicknamed him Smritihani, lord of memory loss. Fearing he was unfit for the throne, his father remarried and sired a new heir. Smritihani, embittered by his stepmother’s cruelty, abandoned the kingdom and performed penance to Lord Brahma. “Brahma appeared, impressed by his devotion, and granted him a boon. Smritihani asked for his memory to be fixed. But Brahma explained it was impossible, as it was a curse from Sage Vishwamitra after his father mocked the sage’s intellect. Furious at being punished unfairly, Smritihani requested a unique boon: that no one in the universe—not even Brahma or himself—would remember his wish. If anyone learned of it, they would die instantly. Brahma, bound by his power, granted the wish, and promptly forgot it. Even Smritihani doesn’t know the specifics, yet after his return, he became an all-powerful demon who’s conquered countless kingdoms including heaven just for happiness.” “So, he uses powers he doesn’t understand? Is that even possible?” Maskal asked in disbelief. “That’s the mystery. Even Brahma had no answers” Vishvakarma said grimly. Just then, Smritihani called out to Vishvakarma. The god-architect rushed to him. “Why did you raise this pillar in the east?” Smritihani demanded. “My lord, you ordered it to be in east a week ago,” Vishvakarma replied carefully. “Don’t lie! I said west, not east. Tear it down immediately,” Smritihani barked, storming off. Vishvakarma, exasperated, turned to Maskal. “I doubt this temple will ever be completed,” he muttered in frustration. At night, Maskal gazed at the starry sky, his thoughts drifting to Lord Indra's words about Sage Shakti. Indra had spoken of Shakti's golden upanayana, a powerful tool to defeat Smritihani. But Maskal knew that despite Shakti’s strength, he would never wage war on Smritihani. Just then, an idea struck him. He thought of his daughter, Aditi. "What if I could create a rift between Shakti and Smritihani using her?" Maskal mused. "Shakti may not come to my aid in battle, but he would never let Aditi fall into danger. This could be my chance. If I don't act, I'll remain here as a forced laborer forever, never seeing my beloved wife or child again." As Maskal's plans swirled in his mind, high in the heavens, Indra smiled. His scheme to eliminate both enemies was finally taking shape.

This Story is a tribute to my guru - S.S. Rajamouli Gaaru LOGLINE: An ordinary housefly accidentally gains superpowers from a botched experiment & learns to navigate its newfound abilities while sinister forces race to capture and weaponize its abilities-leading to an epic battle between the tiniest Hero and the worlds mightiest Villians. STORY: We open on Buzzi, an extroverted and adventurous Housefly who comes from a well-off family of houseflies. Since her father being an influential housefly owns rights to many drains, garbage bins, meatshops, panipuri & juice stalls. Their family lives in an elite and posh locality called "Dumpyard Hills". Bujji being the youngest daughter among her 485 siblings was the most pampered child. We Cut to Dr. Abhinandan Amartya who is a genius but cruel and power hungry scientist working on an experiment called "Project Anarchy" which deals with Programmable Nanobot Serum Injection to do a Cas9 Gene editing in DNA structure of organisms to enhance attributes like strength, speed & intelligence But since this experiment is done for & funded by a evil nexus group called "3rd Eye Syndicate" and since all previous test resulted in failure & considering how expensive it is to procure nanobots and Cas9 enzyme illegally and with only 2 trails worth of that stuff left, they give Amartya one last chance to succeed or else it's over for him in the syndicate. Amartya knows what happens to the people who were thrown out of the syndicate as they don't allow evidence of their crime to roam around freely. So, he engages his team of researchers to work Day & Night, with minimal breaks. Their lab is located in a dumpyard in the outskirts of the city to avoid it from being in public eye and gain unnecessary visitors. He assigns his assistant Shaleen Roy to continuously monitor the health of the Test Subject, a teen worker from the dumpyard named Zain(Code name: Subject X) who was lured to do this task for money, unknown to him that he will be dead instantly if the experiment fails(since the body can't handle such stress) and will be Killed if it succeeds(since the Syndicate cant trust an outsider to have superpowers). The Programmable Nanobots in the subject's body can be used for the task. We cut to Buzzi & her mother lecturebuzzing her for being irresponsible & roaming around dirty(clean) places like the lab which is also a dangerous place cause it frequently does pest control & she asks Buzzi to get married since Buzzi's the only child who is unmarried. Her mother starts emotional Blackmail Dramebuzzy again saying that "I am already 25 days Old and will only live for about 3-4 days Max, considering my old age. So, I wants to hold my grandchildren for once and peacefully die". Buzzi feels irritated by all this and leaves that place. We cut to Amartya insisting Shaleen to make the Lab disinfected to kill any foreign contaminants & tiny pests that might hinder the experiment cause nanobots are involved & also says to seal the lab as they prepare to execute the test the next day. Shaleen being pre-occupied with other works assigns the job to a newly appointed lab worker to do a proper pest control. Since he noticed a roach near his table earlier, he thinks thats what she meant by pests and marks the entire lab with Lakshman rekha(roach killing Chalk) and seals the Lab. We cut to Buzzi being trapped in the lab that night, with no way to go out, she explore all rooms for delicious(leftover) food. We cut to Amartya inspecting the machine in which the experiment is conducted & fits the newly unwrapped nozzles that'll inject the serum and after he sees everything is in place properly he orders the subject X to be brought and they engage all the locking mechanisms and hooks him with several monitoring devices & when the subject feels ready, they close the Hatch of the Machine. Buzzi Unknowingly goes into the machine feeling threatened of the moment of these giants around her and realizes she is trapped in the machine and tries to explore roots of escape. The researchers in the control room run a final check & upon confirming everything is in place Amartya orders to commence the test. Buzzi in haste goes into the nozzle to find a route, Amartya runs the code of nozzle injection and the nozzle pierces the subject's chest & heart, He screams in pain and struggles as he is locked. The subject is not given Anaesthetics cause the experiment needs the subject to be awake to produce adrenaline which makes the heart beat faster and pump more blood enabling the Nanobots to spread into the body quickly. Amartya sees his agony through a camera installed on the machine's hatch and laughs. Amartya initiates the injection of the serum and millions of nanobots rush through into the nozzle & some of those nanobots enter Buzzi's body. After sometime, Shaleen Roy initiates the release of Cas9 Enzyme for gene editing. Since houseflies share 70% of their genes & signaling pathways with humans at the cellular level, the Cas9 Enzyme begins to do the Gene editing altering Buzzi's DNA Structure. The Syndicate members watch the whole thing remotely & eagerly. The process is expected to finish in 30 minutes in a human, but suddenly after 5 minutes the nanobots deliver electro-magnetic signals saying Task Complete to the control centre. Everyone was shocked and puzzled by this including Amartya. he didn't know what to interpret of this and since they doesn't have the system to check each individual Nanobot status & as they were programmed to deliver signals only in case of Task Complete, Amartya waits for 10 more minutes and runs the program again to check the status and get the same response. The researchers shout out in excitement happily, but Amartya being angered yells at them to keep quiet as he thinks the experiment might have failed and the nanobots must have given wrong signals. But hearing subject crying in pain , he questions himself that the subject would have died if the nanobots failed the task. So he decides to do something that is a stuff of nightmares. He retracts the nozzle mechanisms and removes all locks on Subject. Buzzi tries to fly away but couldn't due to the strain in her body caused by cellular changes & also due to becoming wet due to blood of subject. She manages to come out of the body and falls to the ground. The subject withering in pain asks to open the doors. The doors open and Amartya comes inside with a flame thrower and fires it on the SubjectX as he wants to test the result of his experiment and sees the subject screaming in pain and collapsing to the ground and becoming motionless after sometime The Researchers were shell shocked seeing this. Amartya thinking his experiment failed becomes furious and enraged & orders everyone to leave from there. He then takes a hammer and starts to destroy everything around him. Meanwhile, Buzzi gets some energy and flies in Dizziness. Amartya fearing the Syndicate would kill him decides to write a letter saying sorry to have failed them. As, he sits and writes his letter on his metal table, Buzzi hovers around Amartya in dizziness and disturbs him unintentionally. He tries to swat her away but couldn't. As Buzzi lands in front of him on the table feeling heavy suddenly, Amartya in his frustration takes his hammer and smashes the fly. Thinking it to be dead he throws the Hammer away and completes his letter and keeps a paper weight on it & throws his pen on the table and leaves. We zoom in to where the pen is and see a dent that formed on the metal table in the shape of a fly. Buzzi who fell nearby feels weird and heavy and as she tries to fly, her wings which usually beat 200 times per second, suddenly beat 8503 times per second making her instantaneously lift with a huge force that she blews away all the nearby objects and furniture as if a mini jet engine is turned on in that place. She hits the Ceiling with a huge speed and makes a bullet hole all the way through 3 floors of ceilings and comes out of the building. Amartya who returned to take his car keys sees all his belongings swept away. He is confused as all this is not done by him but quickly comes to his senses and grabs his car keys on the floor and leaves. Buzzi who is already a kilometer up in the sky, gets confused on whats happening and when she tries to fly to fly down, she flies with supersonic speeds with insane maneuvering in all directions and in that speed she collides with a high tension wire and it snaps creating power outage in the nearby towns and Buzzi receives a 53KiloVolts current and gets paralyzed & falls from the air and hits the ground creating a foot wide impact crater. She comes to her senses and notices her vision is now enhanced and clear(Housflies have near 360 view but have a poor & blurred vision). She tries to fly and collides with the garbage pile in the dumpyard and the pile was blown away several feet frightening a group of children playing nearby. Buzzi gets glued to a sticky Tar like substance which inturn is glued to an old car and as she tries to get off it lifts the entire car in air and she kicks it with her legs, the car falls from a height of 80ft and some kid on a trashy tricycle watches in awe as she sucks her lollipop. Buzzi not understanding what's happening decides to rest for a while and tries to eat a rotten apple and she regurgitates her food breaking saliva(a general process of how houseflies break their food and drink)the whole apple turns into a liquid in an instant. Buzzi slowly learns to control her powers to do regular things & with her intelligence being enhanced she understands worldly emotions a little bit better than a common housefly. She being a little mischievous wants to teach the Dumpyard Owner Giant, who always kills many of his friends & family with his giant electric Bat. She goes to him and irritates him and as usual he tries to swat it and feels something weird and looks at his bat and see holes in it. He being drunk throws the bat thinking it to be spoiled and tries to hit Buzzi with his palm and as he makes a hit, he gets his Palm Fractured. He shouts in Agony and his wife scolds him for being drunk & injuring himself & telling illogical made up stories as he tries to explain what he just saw. Buzzi seeing all this laughs in happiness and this incident made her realize her passion i.e., to teach Bad guys a lesson and help the Good ones. She then starts fighting crimes and saving people in her own style. Initially people thought they were saved by luck as they couldn't see her properly { Buzzi stops a car which is about to hit a kid, with owner thinking why kid is uninjured while his engine is damaged. Rowdy trying to kill social worker but Buzzi stops the bullet in the barrell itself, Rowdy thinks gun is faulty. Puncturing a chain snatchers bike tire, Theif thinks its his bad luck } Buzzi's family knows about her powers and she was made Queen of all colonies, with many males wanting to marry her. Soon the news of an invisible Ghost helping people emerges and videos of people being saved and bad people getting punished emerges and gets viral on social media and news channels runs debates with Ghosthunter, Aghoras & Spiritual leaders who all claim it to be a divine supernatural entity. {A drowning cow lifted off and placed on ground. A fire in a house being extinguished with heavy concentrated winds, while no leaf in the vicinity moves out of some air Food being delivered to beggars as it comes flying. } Everyone believes it to be divine intervention but only a Micro Artist and her Tiny friend knows that Buzzi is doing all these. Amartya disposes of the news thinking how easily people get fooled with AI generated videos, but when the syndicate tries to kill him but fails(Buzzi again), he devises a plan to go to the lab and steal the only remaining vial of Nanobots and Cas9 enzyme, so he can bargain them with his life. He enter the Lab in night manages to get hold of the vial and while going he wants to destroy all his research in the computer so that the syndicate won't kill him and will have to recruit him again. And while doing that he notices a small dent that is causing obstruction to his computer mouse, he remembers hitting a housefly that day and gets puzzled that why would a housefly smashed like that leave a dent. He quickly searches for the hammer and sees the dent on it too. he decides to check the cc tv footage in his cabin right after he left that day and sees things blown away by some concentrated wind and sees him returning to take his car keys and leave. He slowly realizes things and checks the footage of the machine that day on the experiment and sees a housefly leaving the nozzle. Sweat starts rolling on his forehead. suddenly everything is clear to him the news he saw on TV, the dent on table, and realises what could have made the experiment fail or he can say it never failed. He immediately knew what he should do, and he sets up the machine quickly and loads the nozzles with the vial, and he writes a code that will automatically run all the steps in order and he commences the experiment on himself. While its happening he never shouted or cried in pain as the injection pierced his heart. He converted all his pain into vengeance that he will be talking on the Syndicate for trying to killing him despite being loyal and on the housefly too as there can only be one superhero and that'll be Abhinandan Amartya. The security guards listening the sound of the machine try to rush inside but fails to do so since they have to go through a series of locked doors from inside. The Syndicate was made known of the intruder and as they watch what's happening from the cc tv, the guards enter the lab and open the machine hatch and sees no one there. They hear someone laughing psychotically and from the shadows emerged a 7 foot Devil and it killed all of the guards ruthlessly smashing and tearing them apart as it looks into the camera and says "Iam coming for you" and the feed ends as it takes down the entire place to a rubble. Amartya despite getting powers knows that he is no match for the housefly with powers cause of its biological advantages like powerful wings to fly, 360 degree field vision,Fast reflexes and information processing,lift weights many times larger than its size and all these combined with the superpowers increases its abilities to a 1000 fold. So, he devises a plan to catch the houseful and put her in an electromagnetic chamber so he can repurpose the nanobots to kill her and with the help of Nanobots he identifies her location a housefly colony in the dumpyard. He comes there with a full bag of manure and rotten vegetables and empties it near her colony attracting all the flies including buzzi. Buzzi doubts him but neglects him and tries to take part in the party her family is having. And as they all feast he releases cannisters of gas that'll paralyze the insects by attacking their nervous system. he then pulls out his flame thrower and maniacally every insect there is, Buzzi realises what had happened & tries to save her people but due to the effect of gas she can barely fly. Her thousands of Micro Eyes sees the Fiery Flames raining upon her and being unable to kill her, but killing her friends and family in an instant and all she can look with those thousand eyes is the laughing maniac doing this massacre. Suddenly one eye among those Thousands of micro eyes spots something in the air making the other ones to look at that tiny creature flying & coming towards danger as if its childplay for him, He quickly sticks a small device on the fuel tank of the flame thrower on the back of Amartya and as it creates a small explosion igniting the fuel at once and creating a larger explosion making the maniac fall on the ground and creates a huge smoke cloud. The tiny Housefly brandishes his needle sword in one hand & a Micro art Claw on other hand goes and impales the maniacs eyes with his needle and as he tries to remove it, The Tiny hero manages to take Buzzi to safety where the villian cant reach. After Buzzi recovers he tellbuzzes her that people call him nani(ee)ga and he saybuzzes he knows the language of humans due to some past life connection and also reveals the plan of Amartya who tries to kill her as he gathered intel when she is resting. He Promises her that he and his human friend would help her. She falls in love with this Housefly. He trains her in brandishing his needle sword and in understanding human emotions and language, since she was only a housefly with some powers, They both share a close & inseperable bond with each other slowly. We cut to Amartya scolding himself for being foolish and blind to the fact that a housefly only lives for upto 12 days max after coming out of a cocoon, So he vows to take no action for the next 12 days, Buzzi & Nani realizing what he plans gathers an army of houseflies to locate him and they find him in an Old factory. Buzzi in rage takes her stance and launches herself with Supersonic speed and Hardened Body as if she is a Bullet which came out a sniper rifle to kill Amartya in one shot but she suddenly stops in mid-air before Amartya's forehead & he reveals that she is trapped in a huge electro-magnetic field as her body is full of nanobots and inserts a drive into his computer that'll run a program and commands the Nanobots to self destruct and as nani comes to save her Amartya uses a freeze ray gun and creates a ray of cold blizzards and freezes Nani. And as nanobots in Buzzi's body self-destruct, she as a last effort quickly takes freezed nani to a safe place and dies a slow and painful death. Amartya feeling accomplished to have removed his enemy starts wrecking havoc and no government or organization could stop him. And as he is in his business destroying things for entertainment, he sees a large swarm of houseflies coming towards him. He laughs at them and points his flame thrower and fires it, to his surprise all the houseflies come out of the fire unharmed. we cut to the flashback where Buzzi & Nani make love and have babies. 583 houseflies born with their mother's power come and attack the maniac in ruthless fashion, as if its raining bullets on him puncturing his durable flesh, He quickly activates his backup plan of releasing Poisonous Gas but they all are unfazed as they have masks made by their father's micro artist friend. They continue their bombarding and having immense pain from that many superpowered houseflies attacking him, Amartya in order to survive creates a mist of smoke as cover and runs to an old warehouse and tries to hide there. Suddenly an evil creature 8 feet tall , looking like it's straight out of hell, with scars all over its body, pounces on Amartya from behind, catches his head and plucks it off his body and standing on his body it holds Amartya's head & says "Long time no See Doctor" and reveals himself to be his subject X, but now he has a new name -- ZAINX We reveal the flashback of him not dying cause of activating his superpowers which saved him. He was treated by Shaleen Roy but his outer damage couldn't be repaired and through Shaleen he joins the 3rd Eye Syndicate which now plans to capture the super-powered houseflies and weaponize them for its Radical Operations paving way for part-2. (Script Registered in SWA) Please share your valuable feedback. Thank You. -Sanjay Raja.

RIVAL The city stood tall under a neon-lit sky. Towering skyscrapers, automated vehicles, and high-tech infrastructure painted a landscape of a future India that had advanced far beyond imagination. In the heart of this bustling metropolis was Aryan Mehta, a young, ambitious officer who had climbed the ranks of the government faster than any of his peers. His sharp mind and strong ethics had made him a rising star, but these very qualities had also earned him the envy of his colleagues. Act 1: The Fall In a sprawling government complex, Aryan flips through stacks of files, a deep frown on his face. His department is buzzing with tension. Colleagues whisper about him, their envy palpable as they watch him handle sensitive documents, a responsibility usually reserved for seasoned officers. Aryan, unaware of the storm brewing around him, is focused entirely on his work, eager to prove himself worthy of the position he's earned. But today, fate has other plans. In the middle of his paperwork, Aryan realizes he’s made a serious error. He’s accidentally approved a document containing incorrect data, jeopardizing a sensitive government project. His meticulous nature would normally prevent such mistakes, but the mounting stress from constant scrutiny and office politics has worn him down. As news of the mishap spreads, his envious colleagues seize the opportunity, pressuring Aryan’s superiors to reprimand him. It doesn’t take long before he’s called into the office of his boss, who, with disappointment in his eyes, informs Aryan of his punishment: he is reassigned to field duty in an elite emergency response unit. This reassignment, a humiliation thinly veiled as a learning opportunity, is a calculated attempt to tarnish his reputation. Stripped of his desk duties, Aryan is introduced to his new team, led by Inspector Raghav Anand, a grizzled, no-nonsense officer known for his unyielding discipline. As Aryan enters the precinct, he feels the stares of seasoned officers sizing him up. Raghav pulls him aside, his expression unreadable, and in a voice both firm and almost fatherly, he warns, “This isn’t a place for mistakes, Aryan. Leave your office habits behind. You’re in the field now, and out here, one misstep could be your last.” Swallowing his pride, Aryan nods. He senses Raghav’s caution isn’t just about fieldwork—it’s also a reminder to adapt, to gain the respect of those who now view him as an intruder. Act 2: The Titanium Thief Aryan’s first day unfolds quietly until the late afternoon, when an emergency alarm shatters the calm of the station. The officers jump into action as Raghav briefs them on the crisis: an intruder, clad in a titanium-reinforced mechanical suit, is wreaking havoc at a nearby ore processing facility, attempting to steal titanium. This isn’t just any criminal—the titanium exoskeleton makes him practically invincible. Raghav’s tone is grave as he directs the team to treat the situation with utmost caution. As they speed through the city in armored vehicles, Aryan tries to connect with his new teammates, seeking to explain himself, to be understood. But his efforts are met with cold shoulders and blank stares. Feeling isolated and misunderstood, Aryan turns inward, questioning his decision to follow this career path, wondering if his determination and ambition were worth this alienation. When they reach the ore processing facility, chaos unfolds before their eyes. Guards are firing at the intruder, but the bullets bounce harmlessly off his armor. The figure moves methodically, exuding a cold confidence, his suit gleaming under the facility’s harsh lights. Raghav signals for the team to hold their positions, but Aryan, eager to prove himself, grows restless. He glances over at a fellow officer, hoping to share his frustration, but the officer avoids his gaze, more focused on the unfolding scene. Consumed by a desire to erase the stain of his recent failure, Aryan takes a daring, reckless step. Without waiting for orders, he breaks cover and charges at the armored man, firing his weapon. He gets close enough to see the figure's face behind the helmet—a cold, calculating gaze that briefly registers surprise. But in a single, brutal motion, the armored man swings, sending Aryan sprawling across the ground. The impact is so powerful that it knocks Aryan out cold, his limp body broadcast live by a nearby news crew. Act 3: A Hero’s Resolve Aryan wakes in a sterile hospital room, the events of the battle flashing in his mind. The humiliating defeat is burned into his memory, and he realizes it’s now public knowledge. Raghav visits, his face etched with a mix of concern and disappointment. “Not everyone is cut out for this,” Raghav says quietly. “Rest up and let us handle this. Field work is about teamwork, not heroics.” Though he appreciates his mentor’s concern, Aryan’s mind is elsewhere. His pride, shattered by his public failure, begins to fuel a new determination. Alone in his hospital bed, he watches the news coverage of his defeat, the social media posts mocking him. He remembers the stinging look in the armored thief’s eyes, a look that said he was nothing, that he was powerless. Aryan vows to prove that wrong. He sneaks out of the hospital, heading to the city’s underbelly. From scrapyards to black-market tech stalls, he gathers materials. Nights turn into weeks as he spends every spare moment tinkering, creating a rudimentary armor suit from whatever he can salvage. His armor lacks the sophistication of his rival’s titanium exoskeleton, but it offers basic protection and symbolizes Aryan’s resilience. He refuses to be defined by one moment of failure. Meanwhile, Raghav and his team devise a plan to lure the thief. They arrange a decoy shipment of titanium, keeping the operation low-profile to catch the criminal off-guard. The team prepares, believing they have the upper hand. But when the thief appears, he quickly outsmarts them, overpowering the officers one by one. He seizes Raghav, lifting him effortlessly, as the crowd gasps in terror. Act 4: Aryan’s Return Suddenly, Aryan bursts onto the scene in his makeshift armor. The onlookers fall silent as he steps forward, his suit clanking and rattling. A hush falls over the crowd, disbelief mixed with awe. He stands defiantly before the titanium thief, who regards him with a mixture of amusement and irritation. The battle that follows is brutal and unrefined. Aryan’s armor, a patchwork of scrap metal and bolts, is no match for his opponent’s sleek titanium suit. Yet Aryan fights with a tenacity born from his need for redemption. He dodges, weaves, and lands blows that, while barely effective, showcase his grit and resilience. His armor falls apart piece by piece, revealing his bruised skin and raw determination. Finally, though outmatched, Aryan buys enough time for Raghav and the team to escape. As the thief makes his retreat, Aryan disappears as well, vanishing into the shadows with what’s left of the titanium. By the time the authorities arrive, the only sign of Aryan is the scattered remains of his homemade suit. Act 5: The Rogue Warrior Days turn into weeks. Rumors of Aryan’s motives spread, and the government issues a warrant for his arrest, branding him a rogue agent. Posters of his face plaster every corner of the city, yet Aryan has gone underground, hidden from the world he once served. In the solitude of his hideout, he sharpens his skills and refines his armor, infusing the salvaged titanium into a sleeker, more sophisticated suit. The bruises have healed, but his desire for justice burns hotter than ever. Months later, news breaks of the thief’s return. The armored criminal has returned to finish his heist, attacking a high-security facility with ruthless efficiency. This time, Aryan is ready. Clad in his new titanium armor, he steps out of the shadows, a transformed man. Act 6: The Final Battle Under a stormy sky, Aryan confronts the thief in a gritty industrial yard. Lightning cracks through the night as rain pelts down, glistening off their armored suits. The crowd gathers, watching as the two figures face off. Aryan’s suit is a testament to his ingenuity, a blend of strength and agility, while his opponent’s armor is polished and deadly. The two collide in a fierce, high-stakes duel. Sparks fly, metal grinds against metal, and each blow echoes through the rain. Aryan’s combat style has evolved; he moves with precision, adapting to his enemy’s attacks. Every hit Aryan lands is charged with months of frustration, of pain and pride. Finally, Aryan spots a vulnerable point—a small gap near the thief’s power source. With one last surge of energy, he drives his fist into the gap, delivering a powerful strike that disables the suit. The thief crumples to the ground. When the police arrive, they find only the thief’s shattered armor. Aryan has disappeared once more, leaving behind a symbol of defiance and a mystery. Branded a fugitive, he becomes an enigmatic figure, known only as a rogue warrior who stood up for justice. In the closing moments, Aryan is shown slipping through the city’s back alleys, his face obscured but his eyes burning with purpose. His journey is far from over. As the

PLOT OVERVIEW: Vinayaka Veera is the story of a young school boy, Chinmay, who is bestowed with extraordinary powers by Lord Ganesha during the sacred festival of Vinayaka Chavithi in a small town in Andhra Pradesh. While Chinmay struggles with the normal life of a school boy, he is thrust into an epic battle when a dark force, led by the malevolent villain Raghava, attempts to disrupt the balance between the divine and the mortal realms. Chinmay must rise to the occasion, harness his newfound powers, and save his town and ultimately the world from destruction. CHARACTERS: Chinmay: A 15-year-old school boy, innocent, curious, and courageous. Though intelligent, he often faces challenges in the classroom and in social situations. He is deeply connected with his spirituality, especially during the Vinayaka Chavithi festival. He is the protagonist, whose life changes dramatically when he gains divine powers. Raghava: The antagonist, a powerful sorcerer with dark intentions. He draws his power from a forbidden source – an ancient black stone that grants him the ability to manipulate the dark energies of the universe. Raghava's main goal is to capture the divine powers that Chinmay now possesses. Sreya: Chinmay's classmate and friend, a brave and intelligent girl who helps Chinmay navigate the challenges he faces after he becomes a superhero. She plays an essential role in guiding Chinmay on his journey. Chinmay’s Father (Raghunath): A humble and wise man who is a staunch devotee of Lord Ganesha. He teaches Chinmay the values of devotion, sacrifice, and humility. He is unaware of the divine powers Chinmay will soon come to possess. Lord Ganesha: The God of wisdom, remover of obstacles, and patron of arts and sciences. Lord Ganesha bestows divine powers upon Chinmay during the Vinayaka Chavithi festival, setting him on his path to becoming a hero. OPENNING : The story is set in a small, picturesque town in the Telugu-speaking states of India, near the lush forests of the Eastern Ghats. The town is bustling with excitement in the lead-up to the Vinayaka Chavithi festival, a celebration that is an integral part of the community’s life. It is a place where ancient traditions, family bonds, and spirituality blend seamlessly with the modern world. 1: The Ordinary Life of Chinmay The film opens with Chinmay, a school-going teenager, struggling to balance his studies, sports, and a complicated relationship with his friends and family. He’s an average student, often daydreaming during class and failing to meet the expectations of his teachers and classmates. His life, however, is filled with the warmth of family, and his father, Raghunath, is his guiding force, instilling in him values of faith, humility, and wisdom. As the Vinayaka Chavithi festival approaches, the town is filled with the sound of drums, chants, and prayers. Chinmay's family, like every other household, prepares for the grand celebration. Raghunath reminds Chinmay of the importance of prayer and devotion during this time. One evening, while helping his father decorate their home for the festival, Chinmay encounters Sreya, his schoolmate. She is helping her family with the preparations as well, and the two share a light-hearted moment of conversation. Although their interactions are brief, there is a growing connection between them. 2: Divine Intervention On the night of the Vinayaka Chavithi festival, Chinmay visits the local temple with his father. After an emotional prayer to Lord Ganesha, Chinmay’s devotion and sincerity are noticed by the divine. That night, as the clock strikes midnight, an unexplainable cosmic event takes place. The skies above the temple glow with golden light as a divine presence descends. A powerful figure, Lord Ganesha, manifests before Chinmay, offering him a blessing. Chinmay, stunned and awestruck, falls to his knees. Ganesha tells him that the time has come for him to play a crucial role in protecting the balance between the divine and mortal worlds. As a sign of this blessing, Ganesha imbues Chinmay with extraordinary powers—strength, agility, wisdom, and the ability to control elemental forces such as fire, water, earth, and air. Chinmay returns home, confused and overwhelmed by what has transpired. His father, sensing something is different, is concerned but assures Chinmay that faith will guide him through whatever challenges lie ahead. Over the next few days, Chinmay begins to experiment with his newfound powers. At first, they appear as small, unintentional feats—his hand accidentally ignites a lamp, he lifts heavy objects effortlessly, and even his school grades improve as he suddenly understands difficult subjects without studying. Chinmay feels a growing sense of responsibility but doesn’t fully comprehend the extent of his powers yet. Meanwhile, in the shadowy corners of the world, the villain, Raghava, is introduced. Raghava is a former devotee of Lord Ganesha who became corrupted by dark magic. He has been searching for an ancient black stone that grants its wielder forbidden powers. Raghava believes that by capturing the divine power of Ganesha, he can reshape the world to his will. Through dark rituals, he learns of Chinmay’s blessings and sets out to claim them. 3: Rising Conflict Chinmay’s life takes a dramatic turn when he realizes that the divine powers granted to him by Lord Ganesha are being hunted by Raghava. The first confrontation occurs when Raghava’s minions attack the town in an effort to capture Chinmay. The town is plunged into chaos as the dark forces manipulate shadows, conjure storms, and send monstrous creatures to capture him. In the heat of battle, Chinmay initially struggles with controlling his powers. However, he remembers his father's teachings about humility, devotion, and using strength for the good of others. With Sreya’s help, Chinmay manages to defend the town, but Raghava's minions escape with a piece of the black stone—an artifact that will make Raghava even stronger. Chinmay realizes that Raghava’s true goal is to capture him and take his divine energy. To stop him, Chinmay must fully embrace his powers and understand the deeper spiritual connection between himself and Lord Ganesha. He embarks on a journey of self-discovery, training in secret, learning to control his powers, and gaining wisdom from ancient scriptures and local legends about Ganesha. 4: The Ultimate Battle As Raghava's dark forces grow stronger, the town descends into fear. The final confrontation takes place during the grand Vinayaka Chavithi festival, where Raghava plans to complete the ritual that will give him complete control over the powers of Ganesha. The town square, once filled with joyous celebration, becomes a battleground. Raghava confronts Chinmay in front of a massive idol of Lord Ganesha. He taunts Chinmay, saying that the divine cannot save him, as he has already aligned himself with the forces of darkness. The battle escalates as Raghava summons monstrous beings and manipulates the elements to attack Chinmay. However, Chinmay now fully understands his role as the protector of the balance between good and evil. He taps into the ultimate power granted to him by Ganesha—a sacred energy that can only be unlocked by pure devotion and selflessness. With his powers reaching their peak, Chinmay is able to summon a divine force that matches the ferocity of Raghava's dark magic. The battle between light and darkness becomes a spectacle of power and will. In the climactic moment, Chinmay uses the powers of Ganesha to reverse Raghava's dark magic and weaken him. Through a combination of wisdom, strength, and compassion, Chinmay finally defeats Raghava, destroying the black stone and banishing the dark energy from the world. 5: Resolution and Transformation With Raghava’s defeat, balance is restored, and the town returns to peace. Chinmay, now fully in control of his powers, realizes that his journey is not just about fighting evil—it is about protecting the good, preserving harmony, and living with humility. Lord Ganesha appears once more, blessing Chinmay for his courage and wisdom. Chinmay returns to his normal life, but he is no longer the same. His bond with his family, especially his father, grows stronger, and he becomes a symbol of hope and inspiration to those around him. Sreya, too, becomes an important ally and confidante, helping Chinmay navigate the responsibilities of his newfound role as a protector. The film ends with Chinmay standing before the idol of Lord Ganesha, giving thanks for the divine powers and vowing to use them only for the greater good. A New Beginning Months pass, and the village flourishes. Chinmay continues to study, balancing his school life and his role as the protector. He now knows that his powers are not just for him—they are for everyone in need. His family support him, understanding that Chinmay is more than just the boy they once knew. In a quiet moment, Chinmay receives another vision from Lord Ganesha. The god tells him that there are other forces of darkness in the world, and Chinmay's mission is far from over. Chinmay smiles, determined and resolute. With his divine powers, the wisdom of Ganesha, and the heart of a true hero, he will continue to protect the world, one obstacle at a time. The screen fades to black, and the final words appear: “To the protector of the light, who is chosen to stand against the darkness.” End. Conclusion: Vinayaka Veera is an epic blend of mythology, fantasy, and coming-of-age drama, following a young boy who, through faith and courage, rises to become a superhero. It is a tale of divine intervention, the power of selflessness, and the ultimate triumph of good over evil. The film’s emotional depth, character development, and visually stunning action sequences will resonate with audiences of all ages.

Vidyut : Blade of Eternal Elements The gods gave the "Land of Bharatasya" a magical blade called Vidyut long ago, when the earth was still young. The essence of the five primal elements - Fire, Water, Earth, Air, and Ether , was contained in that one blade. Its full power could only be unlocked by the one selected by fate. It was believed that the blade held the secret to preserving the harmony between light and dark. But as the ages went by, Vidyut's location vanished, lost in the depth of time, ready to be reclaimed by the deserving. Arjun stood at the edge of the battlefield, breathing hard. His hands shook as he gripped his simple iron sword, facing yet another group of bandits threatening his village. Even though he was a skilled fighter, he was just a simple warrior, protecting his people without any grand destiny. "Arjun, fall back!" yelled Devika, a warrior priestess and Arjun’s closest friend. Her voice was clear and strong, and with her spear, she held back the enemies trying to surround him. Devika’s sharp eyes and fighter spirit were the only reason they had survived so far. Arjun's body was tired and sore, but he refused to retreat. "I will not let them take what belongs to us!" he shouted. With a loud scream, he charged forward again, his sword cutting through the enemies. When the battle finally ended, Arjun and Devika stood alone among the fallen enemies. Devika put a gentle hand on Arjun’s shoulder, easing the tension in his tired muscles. "You can’t keep risking your life like this. We need a better plan," she said. Arjun nodded, feeling the heavy burden of protecting his village. "I just.. I can’t let them win, Devika. Not when everything is on the line. "What Arjun didn’t know was that this was just the start of his journey - a journey that would push him beyond anything he had ever imagined, leading him into a world of legends and heroes. A few days after the battle, a mysterious old monk named Rishabh arrived in the village late at night. The villagers were always suspicious of strangers, but there was something about Rishabh’s eyes an intense glow that made even the bravest villagers show him respect. "I have traveled a long way to find you, Arjun," the monk said, his voice deep and urgent. Arjun looked confused. "Why are you looking for me? I’m just a warrior trying to protect my village." Rishabh leaned closer, his gaze filled with ancient wisdom. "You are much more than just a warrior. You are chosen by the elements themselves. The legendary sword called Vidyut-the blade that controls the power of the five elements has been waiting for you." Arjun was stunned. He had heard tales about the magical sword, but he never imagined he could be the one destined to wield it. "That’s.. impossible," he muttered. But Devika was not so easily convinced. "Why are you telling us this now? After all these years?" she asked suspiciously. Rishabh gave a mysterious smile. "Darkness is returning. Mahakaal, the evil sorcerer who once tried to take the sword’s power for himself, is rising again. If he finds the sword Vidyut, he will spread chaos across the entire land of Bharatasya." A shiver ran down Arjun’s spine. Mahakaal was a name from scary bedtime stories spoken only in whispers, because people feared that even saying his name too loudly might bring him back. Adventure : Without wasting a moment, Arjun and Devika set off on a dangerous journey to the Temple of Elements, where the legendary sword Vidyut was said to be hidden. They traveled through dense forests, climbed the mountains, and crossed rivers that sparkled with strange, magical energy. With every step, Arjun could feel a mysterious pull, as if something was guiding him towards his destiny. One night, as they rested beside a campfire, Arjun turned to Devika and asked, "Why are you risking so much to follow me? You could have stayed safe in the village." Devika smiled, her eyes reflecting the flickering flames. "Because, Arjun, if you truly are the chosen one, then it’s my duty to make sure you succeed. Besides," she added with a playful smirk, "who else would stop you from getting yourself killed?" As the night deepened, the forest around them grew silent. Suddenly, shadows moved in the darkness. Arjun’s instincts kicked in, and he blocked an attack just in time. They were attacked by Mahakaal’s dark creatures that twisted beings born from evil magic. "Devika, stay close!' Arjun shouted, swinging his sword with the flow of air. But no matter how many he defeated, more creatures kept coming. Just when it seemed they were outnumbered, a bright light exploded from Arjun’s sword. The creatures in pain, turning to ashes in the light. Arjun looked at his weapon in disbelief, it had transformed, now glowing with a powerful energy. "It has begun," echoed Rishabh’s voice in his mind. "Vidyut is calling you." After days of travel, Arjun and Devika finally reached the Temple of Elements. But before Arjun could claim Vidyut, he had to pass a series of trials, each one representing one of the five elements. Trial 1: Fire Arjun entered a corridor filled with raging flames. To pass through safely, he had to calm his anger and focus his mind. The flames seemed to test his control, burning hotter whenever he lost focus. But with Devika’s steady encouragement, he pushed forward, and make it possible first trial. Trial 2: Water Next, he found himself in front of an endless pool that seemed to stretch into darkness. The water tried to pull him under, preying on his fears and doubts. Only by letting go of his deepest worries could he float and cross to the other side. Trial 3: Earth In a twisting and shifting of the stone walls, Arjun’s path constantly changed. Here, he learned that only by standing firm in his resolve, refusing to be discouraged, could he find his way through the maze. And guess what? he managed to find a correct path Trial 4: Air The fourth trial took him to a narrow path suspended high above a bottomless abyss. The air around him was wild and unpredictable. Each step tested his confidence; even the smallest hesitation could cause him to fall. With Devika’s voice guiding him, he kept his focus steady and crossed safely. Trial 5: Ether The final challenge was the most difficult. Arjun stood face to face with a dark version of himself - his shadow. This trial forced him to confront his deepest fears and insecurities: his fear of failure, his guilt over those he could not save, and his doubts about being the chosen one. Only by accepting his flaws and embracing who he truly was could he defeat his shadow. As he completed each trial, Arjun felt the power of the elements merging with him. Fire flowed through his veins, water filled his breath, the strength of the earth steadied his steps, the lightness of air made him swift, and the mysterious energy of ether sharpened his mind. "Remember, Arjun," Devika warned, watching him with concern, "power is useless if you cannot control it. The elements are not just tools, they are now part of you." With the trials complete, the temple doors opened, revealing the sword Vidyut, glowing with a light that seemed to call out to Arjun. His journey had only just begun, but now, he was truly ready to face whatever darkness awaited him. As Arjun and Devika made their way back to the village with Vidyut in hand, they were suddenly attacked by Mahakaal himself. The dark magical shadow was a tall, menacing figure wrapped in darkness, with eyes that burned with fire rage. "I see the sword has chosen you," Mahakaal said with a cruel smile. "But do you really think you can use its power against me?". Without wasting a moment, Arjun charged forward, his sword glowing with the energy of the elements. But Mahakaal was not an easy opponent-he blocked all of Arjun’s attacks easily, as if he already knew what Arjun was going to do. Just as Arjun was about to land a powerful strike, Devika suddenly jumped in front of him. "Stop!" she shouted, her voice filled with pain. Arjun froze, shock and confusion written all over his face. "Devika, why are you stopping me?". "I am sorry, Arjun," she said, her eyes filled with tears. "To protect you... I made a deal with Mahakaal." Arjun felt like his heart had been stabbed. But before he could react distracted his focus, Mahakaal unleashed a blast of dark energy, sending Arjun flying into the depths of the temple. Arjun woke up in darkness, feeling hopeless. Devika’s betrayal and losing the sword had left him broken. But as he lay there, he heard Rishabh’s voice in his mind. "Arjun, remember... the sword’s power is nothing without you. The real strength comes from within." Those words gave Arjun new hope. He closed his eyes and reached deep inside himself, calling on the powers of the elements that he had mastered. The ground started to shake, fire lit up in his hands, water flowing at his feet, and the wind fly some near by things like stone and soil around him. That present his aura of elements. Arjun realized that he did not need the sword, he had become the master of the elements. With all his strength, Arjun shot out of the depths of the temple, surrounded by bright elemental energy. Mahakaal was shocked to see Arjun back, glowing with power. "You thought you could break me, but you were wrong,' Arjun said, his voice strong. "This ends here and now!" Mahakaal’s eyes widened, realizing that Arjun was now more powerful than ever. As Arjun and Mahakaal faced off, the skies turned dark, and their epic battle began. Each time Arjun swung the sword Vidyut, he released waves of fire, water, and gusts of wind. Mahakaal, using his dark magic, sent shadows and illusions to confuse Arjun. But with each hit, Arjun remembered what Devika had said, the elements were now part of him. "Elements of the earth, give me your strength!' Arjun shouted, stabbing Vidyut into the ground. A powerful wave of earth shot up, trapping Mahakaal in place. As Mahakaal struggled to break free, Arjun looked into his eyes. "You tried to control these elements, but you missed one thing," Arjun said with confidence. "Their real power comes from within your soul, not from control!" Mahakaal’s eyes burned with more powerful fire rage. "Fool! Even if you have mastered the elements, you are still just a human! You will never defeat me!" Arjun held Vidyut tightly and took a deep breath, focusing all his energy. He could feel the elements flowing through him, connecting with the sword. In one swift move, he swung Vidyut, releasing a burst of blinding light that pushed Mahakaal back. But Mahakaal was not done yet. He called upon the dark forces within him to create a huge, swirling storm of shadows that threatened to swallow everything. The sky turned completely black, and the ground began to shake. Darkness wrapped around Arjun, trying to pull him in. "Arjun, don’t let the darkness win!" Devika’s voice echoed from within the shadows, her spirit fighting against Mahakaal’s control. "Remember, the light is inside you!" Arjun closed his eyes, feeling the darkness trying to crush him. But he remembered why he was fighting - the people he had swear to protect, the village that depended on him, and his promise to be more than just a warrior. He could not let Mahakaal win. With a powerful shout, Arjun released the full strength of the elements within him. Flames burst from his body, burning away the darkness. More amount of water comes from the ground, washing away all the shadows. Winds create into a powerful storm, pushing the darkness back. The earth beneath him held strong, and a brilliant light filled the air, destroying Mahakaal’s dark storm. As the shadows disappeared, Mahakaal looked weakened but started laughing. "You may have defeated my shadows, but you still don’t understand real power, Arjun!" With that, Mahakaal used a forbidden spell, draining the last of his dark energy to currupt the elements around him. The ground cracked open, releasing rivers of hot lava. The sky was filled with dark clouds that rumbled with thunder. Mahakaal’s body twisted into a terrifying monster, filled with corrupted elemental power. Arjun saw that Mahakaal was ready to destroy everything, even himself, just to win. "I can not let him do this," Arjun said, gripping Vidyut. He turned to Devika, who had broken free from Mahakaal’s control. "Devika! We need to stop him together,” Arjun shouted. “I can not defeat him alone." Devika knowing what needed to be done. Together, they combined their powers - Devika used her skills as a warrior priestess to purify the elements, while Arjun wielded Vidyut with new confidence. They created a shield of light to protect themselves from Mahakaal’s attacks. Mahakaal screamed in fury as his monstrous form began to fall apart under their combined power. "You fools! If you destroy me, you will never unlock the full power of Vidyut!" Arjun hesitated for a moment, unsure of what Mahakaal meant. But Devika’s voice was calm. "Do not listen to him, Arjun. Darkness only tries to trick you. Believe in yourself." Taking her advice to heart, Arjun gathered all his strength and buried Vidyut into the ground. A huge surge of energy erupted, merging all five elements into a bright pillar of light. The ground under Mahakaal collapsed, and with one final scream, he was consumed by the light. His dark magic disappeared, leaving nothing behind. As the bright light faded, the world around them began to heal. The cracks in the ground closed, the skies cleared, and the air smelled fresh, like the rain after a storm. Arjun and Devika stood in the middle of it all, tired but filled with hope. "Is it finally over?" Devika asked softly. Arjun looked at Vidyut, the sword in his hand. Its glow had faded, its power resting once more. 'Yes,' he said. "The darkness is gone, but the elements will always need someone to protect them." From the shadows, Rishabh stepped forward with a proud smile. "You have done well, Arjun. But remember, the power you hold is not just for defeating evil. It’s to keep the world in balance." Then Rishab was also gone like mysterious man. Arjun turned to Devika with a grateful smile. "I couldn not have done this without you." Devika smiled back, her eyes shining with emotion. "We did this together. That’s why we succeed." The village celebrated Arjun and Devika as heroes. Songs were sung, stories were told, and their bravery became a legend. But even as the villagers cheered, Arjun knew his mission was not over. One evening, as the sun disappeared behind the mountains, Arjun stood at the edge of the village. Vidyut rested on his back, and soon Devika joined him, her presence a quiet strength beside him. "Where will you go now?" she asked gently. "I am not sure," Arjun replied, looking at the distant mountains. "The world is big, and there are still dark places out there. The power of Vidyut has to be used wisely. Someone might need our help." Hearing this from Arjun, her eyes filled with determination. "Then lets go together. We will keep protecting the balance." Side by side, they walked away from the village. Arjun felt a quiet hope in his heart. Though the darkness was gone, he knew new challenges would come. But with Devika by his side and Vidyut in his hands, he felt ready to face whatever the future held. Years passed, and the story of Arjun and Devika spread across the land. They became legends, their names remembered as protectors of the "Land of Bharatasya". But in a hidden temple, deep within an ancient forest, the spirit of Mahakaal stucked in the cage. The darkness had not been destroyed forever. It waited, growing stronger, for the day it could rise again. And so, the tale of Vidyut continued. As long as there was a battle between light and darkness, there would always be those brave enough to stand up and protect the world.

*Life in Harmony with Nature* In the serene village of Kalipura, life flowed with the rhythm of nature. Here, every morning felt like a renewal, and each evening like a tranquil farewell. For young Prakhar, the village had always been a place of quiet magic, where the forest whispered its secrets, and the river sang its timeless song. Each morning, Prakhar rose before dawn to join his family in the daily rituals that had been passed down through generations. Together, they walked barefoot along a winding path toward the edge of the forest, where they left offerings of rice and flowers. His father would light incense, the fragrant smoke curling into the cool morning air. In the soft light of dawn, Prakhar would listen to his elders chant prayers to the ancient spirits, thanking them for the land, the water, and the bounty of the earth. He was surrounded by faces lined with wisdom and warmth, eyes that seemed to hold the entire story of their village. In Kalipura, every part of nature had a role, and every person, a responsibility. Prakhar’s mother tended the village gardens, growing everything from healing herbs to vegetables for their daily meals. His father was the village storyteller, and every evening, children and adults alike gathered around him to hear tales of forest spirits, mythical creatures, and ancestors who once walked hand in hand with the land. The villagers celebrated each season with dances, feasts, and offerings that lasted long into the night. During the autumn festival, fires would light the village square, and villagers adorned in colorful garments would dance in circles, their movements echoing the cycles of the seasons. The elders shared stories of the forest spirits, wise and ancient beings who, it was said, could take the form of animals or trees. As time passed, however, whispers of concern began to drift through the village. The river seemed to ebb and flow unpredictably, and the elders spoke of strange weather patterns—hotter summers, unpredictable rains, and longer droughts. Prakhar listened quietly, feeling a strange stirring within him. He sensed the land calling, an unspoken message that he could not yet understand. *The Discovery: Drawn to the Heart of the Forest* One day, driven by an unshakable curiosity, Prakhar ventured deeper into the forest than ever before. The trees grew taller and denser, their branches forming a canopy that allowed only slivers of sunlight to reach the forest floor. The air grew cooler and filled with a fragrant dampness. Every sound seemed amplified—the crackle of leaves beneath his feet, the rustle of unseen creatures moving in the underbrush, the occasional distant call of a bird. As he moved deeper, the atmosphere grew heavy, almost mystical. He felt as if he were crossing an invisible boundary into a hidden world. The trees here were ancient, their roots twisting and intertwining like the fingers of old friends. He felt the weight of history, as though these trees had witnessed countless lives, countless stories. At the heart of the forest, he found it—a tree unlike any he had ever seen. It was the Maaredu Tree, a towering presence with bark as thick as armor and roots that seemed to reach into the very soul of the earth. The branches stretched high into the sky, and leaves shimmered with a faint glow, as if touched by some otherworldly light. Prakhar felt a pull toward it, an unexplainable connection that reached deep into his heart. As he placed his hand on the rough bark, he felt a strange pulse, like the beat of a heart. A wave of warmth washed over him, filling him with a profound sense of peace and purpose. He closed his eyes and whispered a prayer, feeling the world shift around him. He sensed the tree’s energy, its ancient wisdom, and in that moment, he understood that he was not alone. He was part of something vast, something eternal. *The Pull into the Maaredu Tree’s World* As Prakhar kept his hand on the Maaredu Tree, he felt a strange sensation, as if he were being pulled into another realm. The world around him began to blur, colors melting into one another, shapes fading into light and shadow. He felt himself floating, weightless, drifting deeper into a dreamlike world where time and space seemed to dissolve. He passed through layers of light, each one filled with whispers—soft voices that spoke of the earth, the sky, the rivers, and the forests. He felt awe and apprehension, but he knew he was being led somewhere important, a place of magic and mystery. When he opened his eyes, he found himself standing within the heart of the Maaredu Tree, surrounded by tribes that represented different aspects of nature. These tribes were like spirits, each embodying a unique quality of the natural world. *The Wisdom of the Tribes* *The Tree Roots Tribes* The first tribe he encountered was the Tree Roots Tribe. Their world was earthy and dark, a network of roots that stretched endlessly, connecting every tree and plant in the forest. They moved with a quiet strength, their bodies entwined with roots, their eyes as deep and wise as the earth itself. The Tree Roots Tribe taught him the principles of unity with nature, balance, harmony, and resilience. They spoke of the interdependence of all living things, how each plant, animal, and human was a thread in the intricate web of life. They showed him visions of forests lost to deforestation, soil eroded by neglect, and the resilience of nature as it struggled to heal itself. *The Tree Branches Tribes* Prakhar then ascended to the branches, where he encountered the Tree Branches Tribes. Each tribe was aligned with one of the elements: *Vayu Bilvam* (Wind and Change): The Vayu Bilvam tribe moved like the wind, their voices soft and fleeting. They taught Prakhar about the importance of change, how life itself was a series of transformations, and how flexibility was the key to survival. *Jala Bilvam* (Water and Fluidity): The Jala Bilvam tribe lived near pools of water that reflected the sky. They showed Prakhar the power of adaptability, how water could take any shape, and how it nourished life. They warned him of the dangers of pollution and the importance of keeping the waters clean. *Prithvi Bilvam* (Earth and Stability): The Prithvi Bilvam tribe taught Prakhar about the strength and stability of the earth. They showed him how every tree, mountain, and rock was a guardian of life, each one playing a role in maintaining balance. *Agni Bilvam* (Fire and Transformation): The Agni Bilvam tribe was intense, their eyes fierce, embodying the element of fire. They taught him about transformation, how fire could destroy but also renew, clearing away the old to make way for the new. *Aakasha Bilvam* (Space and Connection): The Aakasha Bilvam tribe was ethereal, representing space and connection. They showed Prakhar a vision of the stars, each one connected by invisible threads. They taught him that everything in the universe was linked, bound together by a vast and beautiful harmony. Each lesson deepened his understanding of nature’s interconnectedness and strengthened his bond with the natural world. *The Eka Bilvam Tribe* The Eka Bilvam tribe wore clothing made of leaves, their bodies blending seamlessly with the forest. They taught Prakhar about the interconnectedness of all life, showing him a glowing web that linked every creature, plant, and element. He could see the energy flowing between them, a dance of life that was both beautiful and fragile. *The Three Bilvam Tribe* The Three Bilvam tribe taught him about life’s cycles, using powerful images of the seasons. He saw spring’s bloom, summer’s abundance, autumn’s fading, and winter’s rest. They reminded him that every end was a beginning and that life’s cycles were a testament to nature’s wisdom. *The Panchamukha Bilvam Tribe* The Panchamukha Bilvam tribe, representing biodiversity, showed Prakhar the delicate balance of ecosystems. He saw how each life form, from the tiniest insect to the tallest tree, depended on each other. They taught him that every creature had a role, and that protecting biodiversity was essential for a healthy world. *The Shanmukh Bilvam Tribe* The Shanmukh Bilvam tribe was known for resilience. They taught Prakhar about the power to rebuild, showing him scenes of natural disasters and the regrowth that followed. He saw forests regrowing after fires, rivers healing after droughts, and life returning even after the harshest conditions. *The Saptha Bilvam Tribe* The Saptha Bilvam tribe, representing transformation and renewal, taught Prakhar that every end could be a new beginning. They showed him the cycle of life and death, how decay nourished new growth, and how change was a constant and necessary force. *The Akanda Bilvam Tribe* Finally, the Akanda Bilvam tribe represented infinity. They taught him about the endless cycles of life and death, birth and decay. They showed him that he was part of an endless story, one that would continue long after he was gone. *The Transformation* When Prakhar emerged from his journey with the Maaredu Tree, he felt like a new being, deeply intertwined with the essence of nature itself. He returned to the village transformed, not only in spirit but with a profound physical connection to the natural world. The elders recognized this change instantly, noting an ethereal light in his eyes—a calm and ancient wisdom that seemed to emanate from his very core. He moved with a sense of purpose and serenity, as if each step was guided by an unseen rhythm of the earth. Prakhar's senses were heightened, attuned to the whispers of nature. His touch held a new energy, capable of feeling the pulse of life within every plant, tree, and stream. He could place his hand on a wilting flower and feel its need for water and sunlight. He could hear the murmur of the soil under his feet, sense the distress in polluted waters, and feel the silent cries of trees felled by careless hands. With this newfound awareness, Prakhar also gained the power to act, to bridge the gap between humanity and nature in ways he never thought possible. *Abilities Awakened by the Tree* As Prakhar began to explore his powers, he discovered unique abilities that had blossomed from the Maaredu Tree’s wisdom, each one mirroring the qualities of the tribes he had encountered. 1. Healing Touch of the River: One of his first abilities was the power to purify water. Standing by the village river, Prakhar noticed its polluted state—murky, lifeless, and filled with debris from upstream factories. Driven by the teachings of the Jala Bilvam tribe, Prakhar knelt beside the water, feeling its pain. With a gentle touch, he released a wave of restorative energy, watching as the pollutants dissolved and the water cleared. Fish returned, plants along the bank revived, and the river once again became a source of life for the village. Prakhar realized that this gift was not only to heal water but to remind people of the river’s sacred role in their lives. 2. Communicating with the Winds: Guided by the Vayu Bilvam tribe’s wisdom of change and movement, Prakhar learned to listen to the wind’s messages. He could sense subtle shifts in the air, foretelling storms or changes in weather long before they happened. By tuning into the breeze, he could also hear the distant cries of animals in distress, alerting him to nearby dangers. This ability allowed him to protect the village by preparing them for natural events, reminding the villagers of the timeless relationship between human life and the cycles of nature. 3. Bond with the Trees: Prakhar developed a special bond with trees, a gift granted by the Tree Roots Tribe, who had shown him the resilience and unity of the forest. He could place his hand on a tree trunk and feel its connection to other trees, as if he were sensing the heartbeat of an entire forest. This ability allowed him to understand the forest’s health, to hear its warnings of deforestation, and to guide the villagers in replanting trees where they were most needed. Trees would even respond to his call, their branches lowering to shelter him from storms or providing fruit in times of need. 4. Strength of the Earth: From the Prithvi Bilvam tribe, Prakhar gained a grounding connection to the earth’s stability. He discovered he could lift fallen trees or move rocks to clear landslides, tapping into an ancient strength that resonated from deep within the soil. This power allowed him to aid villagers during natural disasters, reinforcing their homes and fields, and reminding them of the need to protect the land that gave them life. 5. Fire’s Purification: 6. Connection to Life’s Cycles: 7. Vision of the Stars *The Call to Action* When Prakhar returned to the village, it was clear that he had changed. His eyes held a depth and serenity that hadn’t been there before, and he moved with an awareness, a quiet power that the villagers noticed immediately. They were drawn to him, sensing the wisdom he had gained from his time with the tribes of the Maaredu Tree. Yet, his heart broke at the sight of the environmental damage that had begun to spread across his homeland. Forests were thinning, rivers running low, and wildlife disappearing. His resolve hardened. He would act, not just for his village, but for all of nature. Prakhar’s first act was to heal the river, the lifeblood of the village. He walked along its polluted banks, observing dead fish and stagnant water, the life choked out by industrial waste and agricultural runoff. Prakhar knelt by the river, placed his hands into its waters, and whispered words of renewal, calling upon the energies he had received from the tribes. Slowly, the water began to clear, the murkiness giving way to clarity, the flow strengthening. Fish began to return, and plants along the riverbank regained their color. Villagers watched in awe, their belief in Prakhar growing as they saw life restored before their eyes. Prakhar didn’t stop there. He spoke to the community, gathering everyone, from the youngest children to the village elders, in the village square. With a voice filled with passion and wisdom, he urged them to respect and protect their land, water, and forests. He explained that the earth was not just a resource, but a living entity that needed their care. He taught them the lessons he had learned from the Maaredu Tree and the tribes—about unity, balance, and harmony. Inspired by his words, the villagers began to take action. They replanted trees, started sustainable farming practices, and set up community gardens. Each new effort strengthened the community’s bond with the land, and the village became alive with hope and purpose. *First Confrontation with Loggers* One day, Prakhar came across a group of loggers, strangers from outside the village, chopping down trees at the edge of the forest. They were here to exploit the land, their machines roaring as they felled trees that had stood for centuries. Prakhar approached them calmly, but there was a fire in his eyes. “These trees are our guardians,” he told them, his voice steady but filled with conviction. “They protect our land and sustain our lives. Leave now, before you do harm that cannot be undone.” The loggers, scoffing at what they thought were only words, continued with their work. But Prakhar raised his hands, calling upon the strength of the Maaredu Tree. The ground beneath the machines began to tremble, and vines crept up, entangling the wheels, stalling the machines. Animals emerged from the forest, and a powerful wind swept through, driving the loggers back. The men retreated, fear flickering in their eyes. This victory gave Prakhar a taste of the challenges he would face; protecting the land would mean facing forces larger and more determined than he had ever imagined. Prakhar, the Prakruthi Rakshaka Bilva In time, the villagers began to call him “Prakruthi Rakshaka Bilva”—the Protector of Nature. With his new abilities, Prakhar could communicate with different elements of the environment during times of crisis. *Confronting the Landslides* One day, Prakhar found himself standing in the aftermath of a devastating landslide. Hillsides lay bare, stripped of their trees and stability. Homes were destroyed, and families had been displaced, their lives thrown into turmoil. “Why do landslides occur?” he asked the land itself, his voice barely above a whisper. The earth responded, its voice a deep rumble, “Human actions—deforestation, construction, neglect—destabilize my slopes. Rainfall and quakes bring collapse.” Prakhar vowed, “I will protect you, dear land. Your stability is our survival.” He began leading reforestation efforts, planting trees to anchor the soil and prevent further landslides. The villagers, seeing the impact of their protector’s work, joined him in these efforts, realizing that the trees they planted would protect not only the hillsides but their homes and families as well. *The Rivers Speak* As he walked beside the river one evening, Prakhar noticed how it had once again become murky, the water thick with pollution from upstream. Dead fish floated on the surface, and the river, which had once been a source of life, seemed to be suffocating. “Why are you polluted?” Prakhar asked the river, his voice filled with sorrow. The river replied, “Industrial waste, agricultural runoff, and human neglect choke me. I try to flow, but am throttled by plastic and toxins.” Prakhar promised, “I will restore your purity. Your flow sustains life.” He confronted those responsible for the pollution, using his powers to drive them away from the water. With his hands dipped in the river, he sent waves of purifying energy through its length, cleansing it of toxins. Fish began to thrive again, and the river returned to life, its waters flowing with renewed clarity. *Rallying the Villagers and Inspiring a Movement* The villagers of Kalipura were inspired by Prakhar’s dedication and strength. Seeing him heal the land and protect the forest, they felt a renewed connection to their environment. Prakhar gathered them in the village square once more, speaking to them about the importance of conservation and sustainable practices. His words ignited a fire within them—a sense of pride and duty toward the land. Under his guidance, they launched reforestation projects, established community gardens, and adopted sustainable farming techniques. Children began to learn about nature’s cycles and took part in planting trees and cleaning up rivers. The village buzzed with a lively spirit, everyone working together to restore their home to its former beauty. Their efforts did not go unnoticed. News of Kalipura’s transformation spread to neighboring villages, sparking a movement of conservation and community-driven environmental care. Other villages began to adopt similar practices, inspired by Prakhar’s journey and the power of unity with nature. *The Corporation’s Arrival and Major Confrontation* But as Kalipura blossomed, its success attracted the attention of a powerful corporation eager to exploit the land’s resources. Representatives arrived, armed with contracts and plans to mine the forest and divert the river for industrial use. They saw nature only as a resource, a commodity to be controlled and extracted. Prakhar stood with his villagers as they faced the representatives, a human barrier against the corporation’s machinery. It was a tense moment—the villagers, simple people with simple lives, standing against a corporation with wealth and power. But nature itself seemed to join their cause. Trees shifted, animals gathered at the forest’s edge, and Prakhar called upon the spirit of the Maaredu Tree to lend them strength. The corporation’s representatives, seeing the determination in Prakhar’s eyes and the unwavering strength of the villagers, hesitated. They had not expected such resistance. Under Prakhar’s watchful eye, the corporation eventually retreated, leaving the village and the forest in peace. *The Flood: Nature’s Warning* Not long after, a great flood swept through the village, a powerful surge of water that devastated homes and fields. Prakhar acted quickly, using his powers to guide animals and villagers to safety, minimizing the damage. But the flood was a stark reminder of nature’s power and a warning about the consequences of neglect. The villagers, shaken but unharmed, gathered to rebuild, their resolve stronger than ever. The flood had united them in their mission to protect the land, and they rebuilt their homes with a renewed sense of purpose, understanding that they were protectors of nature, not its conquerors. *The Legacy and Growing Movement* Word of Prakhar’s work spread across the region, inspiring villages and cities alike. Community gardens flourished, cleanup campaigns took root, and youth activism grew as children across the land learned to respect and protect the environment. Prakhar’s influence extended far beyond his own village, transforming entire communities into models of sustainable living.

Script Synopses: "Janardhan, an incarnation of Lord Maha Vishnu, grows up unaware of his divine origins, facing injustice and tragedy in a corrupt world. After his father's mysterious death and the destruction of his village, he awakens his true powers to battle demons and protect Dharma. As he defeats a powerful demon, he learns that a greater war is yet to come". A small village called Vaikunthapuram. It was a terrible rain at night with thunder and lightning. In that rain, a mother died while giving birth to a child. The father of that child was Raghuram. He was always righteous, honest and devoted to God. Similarly, he taught his son the same Dharma. Janardhan had a pure mind like Lord Sri Rama. Due to some unexpected reasons, Janardhan left his father and went to the city far from the village. The Dharma that his father Raghuram taught was not seen among the people there. Only selfishness, greed, deceit and cruelty were seen. No matter how many obstacles he faced in that city, no matter how many insults he faced, he remembered the promise he had given to his father and endured everything. One day, Raghuram died under mysterious circumstances. But Janardhan never forgot the promise he had given to his father. One night, while Janardhan was on his way home after finishing his duty, some boys were trying to r**e a girl while drinking alcohol on the train. Seeing all this, Janardhan immediately went and stopped them, saying, "This is wrong, please stop." They pushed him aside several times, but Janardhan stopped them again and again. A man, fed up with this, hit Janardhan on the head with a liquor bottle in his hand and kicked him. He was an old man who had been watching all this for a long time... He said, "Get up and kill everyone and save the girl." Janardhan: Do you know how sinful it is to kill a human being! I cannot do that. Old man: Is it immoral to kill them? Is it sinful? What are they doing, Janardhan? Do you tolerate injustice for the sake of your father's promise and have you forgotten the words you have spoken to the entire world? Janardhan: Who are you? How do you know my name? What are the words I have spoken to the entire world? Old man: "Yada yada hi dharmasya glaanirbhavati bhaarat Abhyutthaanam adharmasya tadaatmaanam srijaamyaham Paritranaay saadhunaam vinaashaay cha dushkritaam Dharm sansthaapanaarthaay sambhavaami yuge yuge" You said it in the Dwapara Yuga, right? Your father may have hidden the secret of your birth, but no one can stop you from killing the wicked. You cannot fight without a sword. You cannot end injustice without fighting. You cannot establish dharma without ending injustice.Janardhan. If you want to see how your father died, then look. He stops the entire time and shows it to Janardhan After many days, Raghuram came to the city from Vaikunthapuram to see Janardhan. Two politicians created communal riots for positions. Many people died in that riot. Seeing Raghuram who had just entered the city, some people chased him saying that he was not of our religion and that he should be killed.While he was thinking whether he would see his son for the last time, he heard the voice of a child saying, "Save me." Hearing that, Raghuram escaped from the mob that was trying to kill him and while saving the child from the fire, he was caught by those who were trying to kill him. One of the group said: "You came to save this child's life instead of leaving us." Raghuram said in a trembling voice, "Sir, I do not belong to this village and I have nothing to do with this conflict, please leave me alone." Another man said: "What village are you from, you are not from our religion, you are from another religion." Raghuram: "I have come to see my son after many days. Please leave me alone." He fell at their feet and begged. Another man kicked Raghuram and dragged the child away. The child screamed, "Leave me alone," but they didn't listen. Raghuram shouted, "No, don't kill the child," but they beat the child to death with an iron rod until his head cracked. Seeing all this, Raghuram got angry and said, "Are you human, don't you have pity and mercy, we are all humans." All of you will die, God has left you for the sins you have committed, you will die so badly that this world will tremble at the sight of your death. Another: Your God is not here. I trample all your gods and break them with my feet, there are only stones, not your god. Laughing Raghuram stomps on the heart if your god is real then I will kill him. But this time there was no fear in Raghuram's eyes. Raghuram: Your death will come looking for you. Closing his eyes, he said, Janardhan, although I know the secret of your birth, I have kept it from you, but I am unable to stop your destiny. It is only because of such demons that injustice flourishes that we cannot leave them. End everyone, Janardhan, this is my last word, this is your destiny, protect dharma, thinking that as soon as he opened his eyes, he brutally cut Raghuram to death with knives. Seeing what had happened, tears welled up in Janardhan's eyes, and as he screamed loudly in unbearable rage, lightning struck the earth, piercing the dark sky. A shining sword appeared in Janardhan's hand. His eyes turned blue. All this happened in a few minutes. The people there did not understand what had happened or what was happening. Janardhan killed them all while they were watching. The train turned red with blood and was terrifying to watch. The next morning, the incident on the train was in the newspapers. People were talking about it in various ways. Looking at the newspaper, Janardhan remembered the past. Vaikunthapuram was close to nature, very beautiful, surrounded by green fields, ponds, and a temple of Lord Rama on a hill. The people there lived together like one family. Janardhan was treated differently from the day he was born. Everyone in the village saw Janardhan as a dangerous person. Janardhan didn't understand why they saw him that way. One evening, all the children were playing happily on the hill. Seeing that, Janardhan felt like playing with them. He went to the children and said, "Can I play with you?" Immediately, one of them spoke to you, and my parents beat me for playing. I am not the only one, no one in this village plays with you. Go away from here, you are a danger." They shouted at Janardhan. Hearing that, Janardhan sat on a stone and cried with great pain, "What have I done wrong, why are everyone talking about me like this?" Indu put a hand on Janardhan's shoulder and asked, "Why are you sitting alone and crying?" That was the first introduction between them. Janardhan, who had no mother, felt like a mother. Indu kept Janardhan away from loneliness. And a bond was formed between them. So 4 years passed. Now they are 18 years old. One day, Janardhan and Indu were sitting under a tree on a hill. From behind, they shouted loudly, "Rey, monster." When they saw who it was, it was Indu's elder brother vaasu . And his friends. Indu says, "Why are you talking like that, brother?" Why do you care about him, Let's go home, Vasu grabs Indu's hand and pulls him forcibly. Janardhan said, "Why are you doing that, Vasu? You shouldn't treat women like that." Vasu's friend said, "You were born after killing your mother. You should tell me all this." Hearing those words, Janardhan shouted angrily and hit Vasu's friend on the chest. Vasu's friend fell 10 feet away. Hearing those screams, all the villagers came there. Vasu's friend was already dead. Janardhan's eyes were a little blue. Seeing Janardhan like that, the villagers got scared. They sent Janardhan out of the village, saying that it would be dangerous if he stayed in the villages from now on. Due to such an unexpected mistake, Janardhan was separated from his father and his own village. Before coming to Janardhan city, he had to make a promise to his father. You are going to a new place, there are many things you do not know, No matter what anyone does to you, and Even if injustice occurs before your eyes, you must remain calm. Promise me that you will not raise your hand against anyone, Raghuram made Janardhan promise. Janardhan remembered the past and it was getting dark. He was searching for who killed his father and killing all those who were doing wrong things. One day, a phone rang in the house of a big politician and someone came and said, "Sir, the call is for you." Hearing that, the leader ran and picked up the call and said, "Hello, Sir." He said that you should stop all your work and meet your boss tomorrow and hung up. The call came from another country. The call was made by a mafia don who controlled the world. The next day, the politician went to his boss. From the darkness, the boss asked in a serious voice, "How far has the work you were told to go?" The politician said with a trembling voice, "Boss, the work stopped in the middle." The boss asked angrily, "Why?"As you said, we have destroyed many temples so far, but recently a god has come to our city. He killed all our people brutally. The people who heard about it say that he is a god. And the rest of us are scared to death, said the politician. God! Where is he, asked the boss. The politician said, "Watch this video once," and showed the video on his mobile. After watching the video, he pushed the mobile aside with his foot and said, "God, you Indians are all fools. You mather****rs who believe in superstitions, all your gods are only in rocks and books. By killing that god, I will prove that the god the people of the country worship is also a mother****r. Find out where he is, and by killing him, I will show this world my power once again, said the boss. He laughed monstrously. Seeing all that was happening, a saint came looking for Janardhan, saying that only he could do all this. Seeing the saint, Janardhan said, "Who are you? I think I have seen you somewhere." The saint smiled and said, "Janardhan, this is not the time for introductions. Listen to what I have to say. You were not born like everyone else, Janardhan. Your mother suffered a hundred times more than a normal pregnancy. When you were born, darkness covered the light of the lamp. Two demons, who were very scary to see, came out of that darkness. They killed both of them who came to give birth to you.Thinking that they would kill you in the womb, your mother confronted those demons with the stick she had with her. Your father, I came inside. Seeing us, one demon came towards us. Another raised his sharp hand to stab you in the stomach, and you came out. That demon killed your mother. Immediately, those demons burned as if they had fallen into fire. No one could understand why. Then I saw you and the blue lines on your body were disappearing.As soon as I took you in my hand, I came to know the secret of your birth. You are truly the form of Shri Mahavishnu. Many destructions is going to happen, and you are the one who has to save this entire world from them," the saint said to Janardhan and left from there. After knowing all about who Janardhan was and where he came from, the mafia went to Vaikunthapuram in search of Janardhan. They asked the people there about Janardhan. No matter who they asked, they said they didn't know. Those who said they didn't know were killed on the spot. A few thousand people came in helicopters to kill Janardhan if he was there. No matter how many people they asked, it was of no use, so they bombed the entire village with helicopters and destroyed it. Many people died. Those who were alive were hostages. In addition, they also destroyed the temple of Lord Rama on the hill. The saint there, seeing the destroyed temple and the idol of Lord Rama, was angry and shouted, "Will you destroy my sacred and special temple of Lord Rama? You will die right here and now." Wherever you are, come here to put an end to these evildoers, Janardhan. A blue light appeared in the middle of the village, and Janardhan came out of it. Janardhan, the people saw you and shouted, "That's Janardhan." Seeing Janardhan, the mafia don said, "Kill that bastard." Before Janardhan could understand what had happened, hundreds of men with long swords and axes came up to kill him. Janardhan also took his sword and fought with them. Within a few minutes, he killed 2,000 people. Thinking that he would not be killed if he continued like this, they brought the people who had gathered there and prepared to kill them by placing swords on their heads so that Janardhan could see them. While looking at those people, Janardhan saw Indu. He kept looking at Indu. While Janardhan was watching, Indu's throat was cut. Blood gushed out and Indu fell to the ground. Janardhan froze and kept looking. Thinking that was the right time, 20 men came on Janardhan and stabbed him with their swords. They stabbed him 3 times. Janardhan fell on his knees. Soon 100 people came and attacked Janardhan. Indu stopped breathing. Seeing this,his memories flashing before his eyes his childhood pain, his promise to his father, Indu’s smile. Janardhan became very angry. He immediately shouted loudly and threw it into the air because it had fallen on him. A bright light came out of his body. Those around him fell down dead there and then. A shield formed on Janardhan's body and his body size increased. A new type of sword appeared in his hand. Bright eyes were visible with anger. The sky was covered with clouds, the houses were destroyed around, and small fires were burning here and there, in the middle of them, he looked like the great Vishnu who had come in a rage to end injustice. Seeing Janardhan like that, the mafia got scared. Hundreds of people were coming down from helicopters holding guns and with the help of ropes. In minutes, Janardhan killed hundreds of people. He watched everything that happened from the helicopter, put one leg out and said in a solemn voice, "What is your power? I will kill you now and take all your powers as my own." The mafia don, saying that he was in this body only for you, left his body and gave it to a demon.You were found, but where is the other one? Like you, he too has awakened half his powers. We have been waiting for this day for millions of years. I will kill you and give your head as a gift to my demon race, said the demon. No one understands what is happening there. Janardhan is also surprised as he does not understand the demon's words. Just then, the demon screams strangely and comes towards Janardhan and a battle begins between them. The two are fighting very brutally, but Janardhan has many injuries but they are all disappearing. In the end, Janardhan defeats the demon. Janardhan puts his sword on the demon's heart and says, "Who are you and why are you in this mafia don's body. Who is another one?" Tell me or I will finish you off right here.Ithink you Don't Know anything. You can kill me but you cannot do anything to my demon king. His power is greater than yours. The demon king will come to kill you. The demon laughed monstrously, saying, "Our war begins with your death." Janardhan kills the demon by saying, "Now I will start the war by killing you." Janardhan was still a little angry after killing that demon. The saint came there and said, "Our obeisances to you, O Mahavishnu, who came to save us." All the people present there bowed to Janardhan. The saint said, "O Janardhan, Shanthi." Looking at indu's side, Janardhan went near Indu. Janardhan sat on his knees and hugged Indu to his heart and cried loudly. The saint came near Janardhan and said, "This has just begun, it will not end, there are many things to see." He said, "You are the one who should protect this entire world, Janardhan." He put Indu down and stood up. No matter how many demons come, my sword is always ready in any situation. I am another form of Lord Shri Mahavishnu, Janardhan, who was reborn to protect this entire world. This is not End. It's Just began Now This is A first movie in Cinematic Universe CCK Mythoverse A fusion of Mythology + Universe, representing a vast world of gods, demons, and warriors. The writer of Cherry Charan Kumar

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Aarav, known as Sky Knight, marveled at the brilliance of his partner, Iron Lady, while Priya admired Sky Knight’s courage and strength. They fought side by side, foiling robberies, dismantling smuggling rings, and even saving a group of children from a collapsing building. Through their missions, a connection began to form. It was strange, yet exhilarating. Aarav admired Iron Lady’s intelligence, her sharp wit, and the way she could outsmart any foe. Priya, on the other hand, found herself drawn to Sky Knight’s unwavering determination and the kindness he showed even to those he fought against. Little did they know, their admiration for their superhero partners was rekindling the same feelings they once had as a couple, though their married lives were spiraling downward. Back at home, life was less heroic. The weight of their double lives began taking its toll. Aarav often returned late, claiming to be stuck at work, while Priya made excuses about late-night research at her lab. Their once-vibrant conversations dwindled into awkward silences. Both began suspecting the other of infidelity, fueled by well-meaning but misguided friends and relatives who planted seeds of doubt and began cracks in their relationship. “Are you sure Aarav isn’t seeing someone else?” Priya’s best friend had asked her one evening. “Priya’s been working late way too often,” Aarav’s cousin commented during a family dinner few days ago. The whispers grew louder into screams, and despite their love for each other, Aarav and Priya started believing in the worst. The growing chasm in their married life contrasted sharply with the closeness they felt as superheroes. Iron Lady and Sky Knight were becoming inseparable, while Aarav and Priya drifted apart. Aarav, who had once been completely open and loving towards Priya, began withdrawing into himself. He started spending more time on missions, away from home, drowning his doubts in work. Priya, too, retreated into her research and never-ending projects, her heart aching but unable to share her burden. They no longer shared moments of joy or excitement—just the cold silence that followed every exchange of words. Months passed, and their personal life reached its breaking point. The love they felt as a couple seemed overshadowed by misunderstandings and unspoken frustrations. In a moment of weakness, they both agreed to file for divorce, convinced that separation was the only way to find peace, as adviced by their friends and relatives, some of them trying to break them apart, being jealous. “I can’t keep pretending everything is fine,” Priya had confided in her friend one evening. “I feel like I’m living with a stranger in my own house!” Aarav, too, spoke to his cousin, “I don’t know what’s happening. I’m losing her, and I don’t even know why am I doing so.” They both made the difficult decision to end their marriage life, believing it was for the best. Their friends and relatives rallied around them, offering advice, but they couldn’t see the love that still lingered in Aarav and Priya’s hearts. Misunderstandings and rumors clouded everyone’s judgment, and even the strongest bond was at risk of breaking apart, about to prove their love for each other is false. However, deep down, neither wanted to part ways. They still loved each other, but the weight of their secrets and the influence of those around them clouded their judgment. Their friends and relatives, unaware of the truth, urged them to move on, further cementing their decision to proceed with the divorce case. The night before their final court hearing, Priya began packing her belongings, ready to leave him unwillingly, listening to the friends and family. As she sifted through old photographs and memories, she stumbled upon a small, dusty box labeled “A Gift for Your Birthday.” Curious, she opened that box, and her heart stopped. Inside was a superhero suit the Sky Knight’s suit. Tears welled up in her eyes as realization dawned upon her. Her husband, Aarav, the man she had fallen in love with in college, was the very superhero she had admired for months. Everything made sense in the late nights, the absences, the familiarity she felt with Sky Knight. Overwhelmed, Priya immediately rushed to Aarav, who was sitting alone in their living room, staring blankly at their wedding photo. Without a word, she threw her arms around him, tears streaming down her face. “Aarav… I know,” she whispered. Startled, Aarav pulled back. “Know what?” “I know you’re Sky Knight,” she said, holding up the suit. “And I need to tell you something too. I’m Iron Lady.” For a moment, there was silence. Then Aarav laughed—a deep, heartfelt laugh that turned into a sob. “All this time… it was you,” he said, pulling her close. “And I thought I was losing you.” They spent the night talking, sharing everything they had kept hidden for years. They apologized for the misunderstandings, for the secrets, and for letting others come between them. By morning, their bond was stronger than ever. They knew they had been mistaken to let doubt and rumors take control of their lives, and they vowed to never let anything tear them apart again. The next day, they walked into the courtroom hand in hand, surprising everyone. When asked if they wanted to proceed with the divorce, Aarav stood up. “Your Honor, we’ve realized that we were misled by false rumors and our own insecurities,” he said. “We were never truly apart. We love each other deeply and want to continue as life partners.” Priya nodded. “We let others’ opinions cloud our judgment, but we’ve learned that our bond is stronger than anything. We request that the case be dismissed.” The judge, moved by their confession, granted their request and dismissed the divorce. He also warned their friends and relatives against spreading false allegations, emphasizing the importance of trust in relationships. As they left the courthouse, Aarav and Priya felt a renewed sense of purpose—not just as superheroes but as partners in every sense of the word. They vowed to support each other, both in their personal lives and in their mission to protect the city. From that day forward, Sky Knight and Iron Lady became an unstoppable duo, their love and trust making them stronger than ever. They were no longer just masked figures fighting for justice—they were a team, bound by love, trust, and mutual respect. In their quiet moments at home, Aarav and Priya cherished the simple joys of married life. They cooked together, laughed at inside jokes, and found peace in each other’s company. As superheroes, they continued to protect Hyderabad, but as a married couple, they also protected each other’s hearts. And whenever doubts crept into their minds—whenever the world seemed to push them apart—they would remember the love that had saved them. They had fallen in love once, and then, through a twist of fate, they had fallen in love again—this time, as partners, both in their private lives and as superheroes. Their story was a testament to the power of love, trust, and the importance of communication in any relationship. As Sky Knight and Iron Lady soared above Hyderabad, their hearts remained grounded in each other’s embrace, stronger than ever.

This story starts around 5300 years since the beginning of Kali yugam. In a world where all which were termed as illegal, like alcohol, intoxicants, enjoying with other's partner, robbery, thefts, murders and etc. during this timeline everything becomes as normalised as learning English in the present days. The government was taken over by the intoxicant industry owners, who started their rule all over the world, including our divine land, India. As the Indian government can be bought easily with money, all the buisness men took over the country's rule, making it a sin land, where Mother cows and other cattle are being mercilessly slaughtered to fulfill the hunger, and all adharma-based activities. In this world, the water bodies are hugely polluted, making all the crops and water go infertile to life. Even the government runs campaigns promoting intoxicants and bad habits like participating with other's partner, cheating on others, animal slaughter, personal abuse, and so on. The government has also recently announced a cash prize of 1crore rs for the people who consume 500Liters of alcohol and smoke 1kg of intoxicated substances. In such a sinful world lives a middle aged man, of around 40 years ago,named Sandesh, along with his wife Anandhi who follows the real human qualities even in this era, along with their two children Heema and Kovidh, who generally don't think about anything and act as per the society. One fine day, when they went to the holy carnival of protecting dirties of the forests as per the people of Telangana, Godess Sammakka and Sarlamma, they encounter a group of men and woman who cause abuse in the holy place. Even in such a place, they didn't stop their acts like teasing others and damaging their properties, behaving wrongly. Such people's eyes fell on Anandhi and Heema, who knocked out Sandesh, and in the absence of Kovidh, they took the chance to behave wrongly with the women in public, where no one cared to even look at it. After getting concious, Sandesh took home his wife and daughter, who were in a very sad state, carefully, to their house and informed about the scenario to Kovidh. Later that night, due to a feeling of depressed, Sandesh sat on the river bank immersing his feet in the river, where a turtle was licking his feet, and was thinking about the same incident again and again, feeling guilty. Right then, a wild boar came running towards him from the dead fields nearby and pushed him into the water. When he fell into the toxic water, with two alcohol factories beside the lake, he saw a turtle moving towards something, and wasn't sure what it was, he followed it to discover it's a calf trapped on the lake bed. He took the calf out and returned to the surface, and saw a conch shell stuck to one of its feet, and gently removed it, and thought to leave it there, but was feared by the people around and the people who were hunting down the boar. So, he took the calf with him and also the white conch shell, so that his wife could feel a bit peaceful, as she couldn't get out of that trance, and also his daughter left the house to go around with her friends, thinking it's normal for her. As Sandesh and the calf were passing throught the street, they saw all the types of adharma in a huge extent, symbolising the age of Kali. During their journey, many tried to kill the calf, but Sandesh protected it at all cost and reached home with it. Looking at the calf, his wife was so happy and as it was dirty, she tried to clean it up. As he was cleaning the calf, their neighbour tried to steal it and fulfil his hunger, but Sandesh tried his best to protect it and fought back. Suddenly as they were quarelling, the conch shell got fixed to his first, which gave him a light shock and kept him steady for some time. As the neighbour tried to hurt the calf and Anandhi, Sandesh hit him hard, paralysing his arm with the help of his conch shell, which gave him new powers. Looking at this, the family and the neighbour was shocked and left the house. Being happy that the Gods and Goddesses blessed their family with this powerful conch shell and and the calf, which turned out to be male, and Anandhi made respects to the calf and welcomed it to their family. Keeping his superpowers confined, Sandesh learnt about his new powers and discovered his father to rescue the good people of this Yuga, in his timeline. So, along with his wife, Sandesh used to preach good manners and the God's stories to their neighbours, in which only 1 person listened to them among thousands. In this mode, the conch shell served a great purpose by helping them try to change the people's mindsets. But their own children were not interested and lived on their own in their house, as their parents were wandering from place to place in their locality, along with the conch shell and an Ox. Looking at this, most of the people complained to the government about their acts, and told them that they're causing inconvenience. So, the government deployed a team to search this couple. As they got the information, Anandhi and Sandesh, along with their calf left their house, into the forest informing only their son about their location. A month passed by and mysteriously, the calf was growing faste than a regular one, and got its first horns. To this, they thought that this might be the time to start a revolt against this corrupted society and first attacked an alcohol factory nearby. Sandesh used his full strength and also his wife helped him along with the ox, but they lost the first fight as they were fired and Sandesh was heavily wounded. So, they returned to their home in the forest. And due to the mystical energy flowing from the conch shell, his wounds were healed quickly. The government came to know about this and were feared as they could loose their empire due to the couple and an ox. So, the government spread a news that they're the most wanted in the entire world, and offered a huge price. Few months later, Sandesh, Anandhi and the Ox attacked another intoxicant factory, but this time they were successful in their mission as Sandesh learnt more about the powers like Strength, speed , weapon creation, knowledge accumulation and intelligence. Even Anandhi has a superpower along with Sandesh, that is realisation, the key factor of human survival, which is absent in almost every human in the world. And a superpower not only defines unmatched strength, flight etc. but it is a unique quality which a specific persons' has, compared to rest of the people. This is a real defination of a superpower. After their first victory, the couple happily went to their house where their children are living. Nobody tried to tell the government about them as they were aware of their powers. And they were shocked upon seeing a newborn in their house. Kovidh and Heema lied them by telling that the baby was adopted, but after some time, when Sandesh was holding the baby, he noticed the same moles (birthmarks) which are on his body, his son's body, his wife's body and his daughter's body. He finally understood the scary fact that the baby is Kali, born to a couple of brother and sister, and was very depressed on knowing this fact and taking his wife, he returned back to the forest. Both of them felt guilty and sad as they were unable to teach and stop their kids from performing such sinful activity from happening, but it was too late. And as Sandesh thought of having some intoxicants in depression, the mysteriously fully grown Ox stopped him with its actions and tried to confront him and Anandhi. But it was of no use and as Sandesh was about to take in the intoxicants, the Ox angrily grunt on his face and took off the conch shell from Sandesh's first with its mouth and gave it to Anandhi, who further motivated Sandesh to stand on the Dharma path and fight for righteousness. With this, Sandesh understood his fate and was preparing to fight against the entire world by himself, and his wife and Ox. But sadly, the Government found his location and set the forest on fire, in which Anandhi died due to heavy burns. And in rage, holding his wife's body on his shoulder, sitting on his Ox, Sandesh blew the conch shell which vibrates as strong as the Damarukham of Lord Shiva and the road of Lord Narasimha. As he blew the conch shell, he came to know that the Ox and the conch shell were direct gifts of the Gods, which fell from the Heavenly planets, to the protector of Dharma, Sandesh, to act as an inspiration for the future generations and the Mahayodha. When he understood his duty and accepted it whole heartedly, Sandesh transformed into his youth again and with the help of the conch shell, he threw it like a Sudarshan chakra, killing all the abusive people in his life, and with one furious punch, the entire sky turned into dark clouds, and thunderstorms started rumbling. His fury was as blazing and bright as the Sun, and his eyes were constantly glowing along with the eyes of the Ox, which resembled the bond between Nandi and Lord Shiva, and also the bond between Cows and Lord Krishna. Sandesh destroyed the army infront of him, and by the time his conch shell returned to him, he destroyed the 20 factories around him. And from the blazing fires, after performing a righteous funeral to his dead wife, he took his Ox and went in search of other Dharma holders, and by the grace of Gods, he understood that he was blessed to live untill Lord Kalki descends on the Earth and paves the path to the Satya yuga. And Sandesh fades away. Now, the real quarrel between Dharma and Adharma has begun in the Kali yugam, between the grandfather Sandesh who is in a wandering state and his grandson Kali, the ruler of Kali-yuga. What's going to happen at last?

Picture / Poster hero This is an early 80 & 90’s story.. Mobile phones hadn't arrived yet.. TV was also just the same, slowly being introduced in black & white. Suraj was a school boy, a bullied kid, facing insults from everyone. Because of this, he was scared of friends and didn't mix with anyone. The pictures in books and newspapers were his only friends. He would talk to them, whether they were humans, animals, or any picture. He grew up the same way.. without friends. When Suraj goes to his daily office, he falls in love with a girl in the daily bus named Parimala. To impress her, he secretly investigates everything about her. He realizes that she really enjoys fighting like Sunny Deol. To impress her, Suraj starts going to the gym daily. By paying some local rowdies, he stages a dramatic fight one day and becomes a hero in front of her. From there, their love story begins and they get married. But every day, in whatever situation, Suraj kept hiding his true cowardly nature from her. Later they have a son, and Suraj feels disappointed seeing his 6 year old son has the same cowardly nature. He tries showing his son superhero stories and movies. But nothing works. Every Sunday, the neighbor's boy would cut down his son's kite in the apartment balcony while playing kites fight.. Suraj couldn't do anything about it. Parimala would tease their son, "Do you know how brave your father is?? Were you born as a mouse in a tiger's stomach?" Hearing this, Suraj would feel internally scared. He felt that one day his truth would come out. One day when Suraj was at a restaurant with his family, a group was harassing a girl. Seeing this made Parimala angry. She went and slapped the person's cheek. Enraged, they tore her top’s sleeve. Until then silent Suraj went and apologetically asked them to forget everything that happened. Seeing her husband's reaction, Parimala was shocked. She scolded him, asking why he's apologizing instead of teaching them a lesson. Suraj tried to calm her down, but she wasn't listening. When he was about to hit those rowdies, Parimala told their son, "Now see your father's real strength." But poor Suraj got beaten by them instead. Seeing this, an angry Parimala took their son and went home. When Suraj returned home beaten, she scolded him, "Your genes are the reason my son is like this. Everything you did was just an act." Suraj tried to apologize and explain what happened in the past. Angry at being deceived and married through lies, Parimala took her son and left for her parents' home. Suraj went crazy, not knowing what to do. He was a medical rep by job and decided to commit suicide by crushing his tablets and drinking them. Before doing so, he started talking to the photos and pictures he had made friends with since childhood, saying he would become a photo frame like them. The next morning, he's surprised to find himself still alive. He feels something has changed in him, though he doesn't understand what. When he comes to the hall, he sees the Bruce Lee poster with nunchalk in his hand he had it to impress his wife. Looking at it, he notices something strange - the nunchalk seems to be moving, as if attracted by a magnet. After taking so many tablets, he thinks he's having vision problems but doesn't worry much. Later while praying, he notices Lord Shiva's trident in the photo also moving, which he assumes is a tablet effect. He continues his prayer, and when he reaches out to touch the god's feet, the trident suddenly comes out of the photo, growing larger and landing in his hand - all in the blink of an eye. Shocked, Suraj looks at the trident, confused about what's happening. He shows it to the god's photo, and it immediately returns to its original position. Thinking he's still under the tablet's effect, Suraj goes to his office. In the office, a girl who always teased him about his innocence, today showed him various pictures of girl's holding bras in their hands to Suraj in her system (a desktop computer from the 1990s). She asks him which one would suit her. Suraj's eyes are fixed on d photo side, seemingly attracted by them and how they're swaying. In his innocence, Suraj asks, "Does it look like all the bras are swaying, it looks moving?" Hearing this, the girl gets angry, scolds Suraj, and leaves. As Suraj watches her leave, he can't believe his eyes on the system and stretches both his hands forward to touch the system screen. Suddenly, all the bras come to his hands. Shocked, Suraj tries to run away from the office. But as he comes out of the office, all the bras in his hand vanish. Not understanding what's happening, Suraj was sweating. When Suraj returns home and looks at the Bruce Lee photo, he sees the nunchaku in Bruce Lee's hand swaying. When he stretches one hand towards it, it continues to sway. When he stretches both hands, the nunchaku comes to his hand. When he points towards it again, it goes back inside the photo. Through this, he learns something. He realizes that only when he stretches both hands can the object in the photo come to his hand. Not only that, when the trident came, he felt vibrations all over his body like a divine experience. When the nunchaku came, he started moving like Bruce Lee. He felt like he knew karate. But when the bra came to his hand, he felt like the girls. He observes that he becomes like the image by holding on the object in his hands. He starts practicing pulling objects from every photo and picture in his house. But he doesn't understand when he came out of the office, why the bras vanish. Suraj is now very happy. He has a special power with which he can now do anything. He can pull objects from photos. But only if there's a person in the photo & there is something in his hand, then only he can pull the object from that person's hand. To convince his wife, Suraj takes her to the same restaurant again promising her that he beat them. He had already studied the timing and regularity of the goons at the restaurant. He brought the Bruce Lee photo and went to the washroom when the goons arrived. Looking at the nunchaku swaying in the Bruce Lee photo, he stretches both hands to catch it. Excited, when he comes out of the bathroom, the nunchaku vanishes. No matter how many times he tries, the same thing happens. Praying to God not to fail this time, he remembers the bra incident - how the object vanished when he first stepped out of the office. So he realizes that the photo's power exists only in the room where the photo is. He takes out the Bruce Lee photo from the washroom. This time, the nunchaku in his hand doesn't vanish. Now, like a hero, Suraj goes to those rowdies, challenges them, and fights them like Bruce Lee. His wife and son are very happy watching this. Seeing their happiness, Suraj shows an interval break card with tears in his eyes. Post interval Suraj's future life became a fantasy and action thriller. Those rowdies were part of a big gang in India. They would occasionally come to take revenge on Suraj. Whenever he found a photo near him , Suraj would pull out an object and beat them like them. Sometimes he would get cartoon objects and fight cartoon-like. While fighting, he would sometimes accidentally pull out objects from girls' photos, suddenly changing like girls, etc. His life was full of fun and fantasy. But he managed to hide this power from everyone even from his family, he was helping people in danger without anyone knowing. Now he had become famous as a superhero. When one of the rowdy gang members discovers Suraj's secret, their gang leader makes a master plan. They plan to lure Suraj to an open playground and kill him. They ensure no photos or pictures are around. They kidnap Suraj and throw him in the ground, with one person live streaming it to the TV, declaring it's time to kill the superhero. As Suraj lies beaten, he sees a kite flying. It reminds him that it was Sunday & even his son would be flying kites with his friends, bringing tears to his eyes. Meanwhile, his son on the balcony has a kite with Hanuman's photo. He warns his friend not to cut it or God will curse him. The friend laughingly says he will cut it, and cuts the kite as it was flying high. Suraj's son is in tears. The Hanuman kite with the cut image flies down to Suraj on the ground. Seeing the mace in Hanuman's hand, Suraj gives a small smile and quickly grabs the mace, standing up. The live audience is stunned. He smashes everyone like something divine power has possessed him. When Suraj returns home after teaching the rowdies a lesson, he asks his son why he's crying. The son says he's crying because his friend cut the kite which had Hanuman's image. Suraj smiles and gives him a kiss. His wife runs and comes, saying that neighbors are talking about him, mentioning that Hanuman god come upon him. She asks what happened on TV, as she didn't watch it earlier. The neighboring boy comes there & says, "Hey, your kite is still flying in the sky. I must have cut someone else's kite." Hearing this, Suraj's son becomes happy and says , "Yay I won.. But there were only two kites in the sky, right?" He then goes back to the balcony along with that neighbor boy with the same doubt. Meanwhile, Suraj's wife keeps asking, "Did Hanuman god come upon you?" Suraj stands lost in thought.

In the ancient satya yuga of Hindu mythology there lived a asura named Hiranyakashipu who is the king of ahobilam dynasty which was now a part of nandyal district Andhrapradesh. He doesn't like praying a God because he thinks he is greater than every God because he has the power of immortality which was presented by Lord brahma, He has a son named prahlada who was the great devotee of Lord Vishnu. In that period of time there was a rivalry between the Asura's and God's. On this basis Hiranyakashipu doesn't likes his son prahlada praying Lord Vishnu rather than praying Him(Hiranyakashipu) and decides to kill Prahlada. Hiranyakashipu tries many attempts to kill his son, but fails every time, So he decides to takes his sisters help named "Holika". Holika is a lady demon who has a scarf(cloth) by which she attain super powers such as Strength and immortality. She takes prahlada into the fire by wearing that scarf thinking that prahlada will be died in the fire and she can be saved due to that scarf. But when both Prahlada and Holika enters into fire the scarf will blown away from Holika due to heavy wind and rests on Prahlada's body. So holika will be burnt in fire and prahlada remains safe. After the death of Holika, his brother Hiranyakashipu will secure that cloth in a safe place in the memory of his sister. Now the story begins in the present time line with a lady of 25 years old named Devi. Devi is a good bike rider and a most wanted theif in the city of nandyal. She wears helmet to cover her face while robbing on a bike. She also holds a record of more than 100 robberies without caught by police. She does robberies like chain snatching, pick pocketing, bags and sometimes house robberies too. She is the biggest theif in her city. She sometimes also helps the people in the needs. She pays 30% of robbery amout to some of the police official's in that city. One day the Sub inspector of that city calls Devi to the police station to talk with her. As it was Sub inspector's call Devi goes to police station to talk with him and the conversation goes as follows. S.I : Hey Devi ! Thanks for coming on my call. The matter is I need a favour from you. Devi: How a theif like me can help you? S.I : It is the work that only you can do in the whole City. Devi: Ok, But what's the matter S.I: We had information that there was a smuggling of drugs in the city, As per information we had it was going to delivered tomorrow afternoon at the city bus stop. So the thing is you have to rob that bag from the dealer tomorrow afternoon at the bus stop. Devi: Ok but how did I get benifited by doing this. S.I: There is a price money of 10 lakhs by the government who helps in catching the drugs, I'll make sure it will be yours. Devi: Ok than, I will meet you tomorrow with that bag. The next day as the sub-inspector said Devi reaches the city bus stop and waits for the dealer. When the smuggler hand overing the bag to dealer's hand Devi robs it by going in the middle on a bike, Dealer and his goons chases her in their vechile, But somehow she escapes with her good riding skills. Devi reaches the police station and hand overs the bag to the S.I and takes the money that of 10 lakhs offered by Sub inspector. At the same day evening the dealer arrives to police station and offers S.I a bribe of 1 crore to return his drugs bag. S.I accepts the offer given by the dealer and returns his bag. Dealer also asks for the details of theif who stolen his drugs because the dealer is angry on the their for robbing his baggage and wants to kill the theif. S.I firstly rejects to tell the name of the theif, But after some discussion the S.I gives the details of the theif i.e, Devi to the dealer. At this point dealer knows that a lady was stolen her drugs, he takes it as his ego issue and tell his goons to bring her to him. In the next morning the goons bring devi near to the dealer by kidnapping her. The goons tie her with a rope in the chair. As the dealer is very angry on devi, because he lost 1 crore rupees in the name of bribe to police officer and reputation of dealing drugs safely, So the dealer beats devi very badly with a wooden log until she bleeds badly. After sometime dealer tells his goons to kill her and dispose the body and leaves the place. As per the dealer orders, the goons beats her and cuts her skin at some parts with blade until she becomes unconscious. As she was unconscious, the goons think she was dead and takes her to a hilly area (mountain) in ahobilam, throws her into the forest from top of the mountain which was located at backside of mountain. In the midnight she slowly gets into conscious and confused "where she was", later she realizes that she was in some forest. She starts walking in the forest with the half toren clothes and the bleeding body to find the route out to the forest. After walking same distance she founds some cave in the forest and decides to rest in that cave for that night, but when she goes near she sees that the entrance of the cave was covered with a heavy stone. she disappoints and decides to go back, but when her leg unfortunately slip, her hand rests on that stone, the stone moves aside with her handprint and creates the way to enter into the cave. She slowly starts walking into that, it will be totally dark inside, After some distance she sees a light at far distance ans starts walking towards it, After reaching their she founds a box placed on a heavy rock structure, she curiously opens the box and founds a cloth(scarf) inside it. She uses that scarf to cover her semi-naked body. Immediately after covering her body with the cloth, the injuries on her body slowly vanishes and cured, Also her toren clothes will become normal, later in a fraction of seconds there will be a huge light appears such as thunder ans she becomes unconscious. later the next day morning when she wake up she will be in her bedroom without any injuries on her body and the body will be with full clothes looking as new ones. She surprises and looks around, then she observes the cloth that she found in the cave will be their beside of her. Firstly she scares and normalise after some time. As the tragedy incident happened to her she refuses to go out and stays in her room for some days. As the days passing she motivates herself and steps out after few days. As the bad incident took place in her life, she decides to stop doing robberies and start searching for risk free jobs. In the part of searching jobs she found a job as food delivery partner and agrees to do it. As the days passing she happily lead her life by doing that job. But unfortunately one day while she was going on bike to deliver the food, the goons who work under the dealer sees her and follows her to kill. Devi observes the goons and tries to escape from them, After a long chase, Devi runs into the crowded area by leaving her bike. the goons also enter into that crowded area and starts searching for her. Devi runs into shopping mall, changes her dress and ties a scarf to her face which she found in the cave. She comes out with the covered face and tries to escape from the goons, but suddenly one of the goon stops her and pulls her scarf down to see her face to confirm, then devi panics and push the goon backwards, Even though devi push the goon slowly, the goon falls at 100m distance backwards, by seeing that remaining goons get shocked, again one of the goon beats devi with a iron rod, but devi didn't feel any pain and the rod will be broken. Then devi came to know about the power of that scarf. she understood that she gains super strength and immortality until the cloth is on her body. Devi kicks off the goons with her powers, crushes them and leaves the place on her bike. After the attack on her, Devi realizes that she cannot live peacefully until the dealer and his goons are in the town. So she decides to expose the drug racket of the dealer and make him to go to the jail. She hires a team of four members from her friends circle to know the drug dealings of dealer, to collect evidence, to track the locations of smuggling. From then onwards devi will be on the work of robbing the drugs exactly after the drugs deliver to the dealer. She tracks all the dealings by hacking the mobile of the dealer and also collect the evidence through his chats and photographs while the dealer is taking the delivery of drugs. these evidence will be collected by the workers hired by devi while she was robbing the drugs.Through this the dealer downfall starts slowly.A part from that she also helps the people with her super powers such as stopping accidents, reduce the Eve-teasing, etc by covering her face with that scarf. After the couple of drug robberies dealer came to know that his goons didn't kill devi to death. So, she was planned to take revenge on him. So, he also wants to kill her and also changes the plan of dealings. he decides the date and place of delivery to be informed through the post letter format instead of using mobile chats. Through this plan the dealer starts rising again. This time devi got confused and thinks how to stop the growth of dealer. Then she gets an idea to reduce the sales of drugs by selling the drugs that she robbed from the dealer to a cheap rate to the customers who buy drugs from the dealer. As per the plan she collects the complete information of the customers and starts selling the drugs at cheap rate than th dealer. As devi has limited drugs she wanted to rehabilitate all the customers from drugs. So, she mixes 60 percentage of anti-addiction medicine/anti-addiction drug in the drugs she supply. As per her plan day by day the customers who used to consume drugs will gradually decreases and the city becomes drug free society in a less time. As of these actions the dealer will be completely collapsed. Thinking it as the right time devi hand overs the complete evidence she as collected about smuggling of drugs by dealer to the court. As the evidence is strong the court punishes dealer with lifetime prison and non-bailable charges. Devi thinks the problem is solved and starts doing her job of food delivery partner peacefully. Simultaneously helps the people in trouble with her powers. As days passing she slowly turns devilish day by day and behaves rudely with the people who ordered food from her, charges money for the help she offered people who are in trouble and treat's everyone as her slave. As that scarf is relates to asuri holika, she also slowly turns into asuri whenever she uses that scarf. keeping that a side after two months the dealer will be released from the jail with the support he has from higher officials and the politicians. Immediately after returning from the jail dealer wants to kill devi, So orders his goons to bring devi to his newly constructing site at any cost. Goons search entire city and finally founds devi and attacks her from back on her head. she fell unconscious for the attack done by goons.After she felt unconscious the goons bring devi and her bike to the dealers location.When she opens her eyes she will be tied in a chair helplessly in a newly constructing building. Their will be labours who came for construction work in the 1st floor of the building , the dealer and devi will on the second floor. Dealer starts beating devi brutally due to that lashes he body starts bleeding heavily. Unfortunately the scarf is not with her she will be helpless and the scarf will be in the devi's bike pocket. After beating her for long time, dealer finally decides to kill her and points the gun towards her. But suddenly their will be huge wind, due to that wind the scarf flies out of the bikes pocket and will be in the air. Exactly when the dealer pulls the trigger of gun, the scarf(cloth) rests on devi body and achieve the powers, Due to that powers bullet passes through the devi body and the hole created on her body due to bullet will automatically cured in fraction of second. Up next devi cuts off the ropes and become free from the with her strength. Immediately goons starts attacking on devi with the weapons such as swords, iron rods, etc. There will a terrible war between devi and the dealer and his goons, due to that war the building starts collapsing slowly. After the heavy fight devi kills dealer. Due to that fight there occurs a fire accident to the construction by the blast of electrical meter in between the fight. Due to the fire accident all the workers runs out of the building including devi. But there will a small kid of 2 years old will be stuck in the building. All the workers will chant for help, then devi covers her face with that scarf and enters the building to save the child and searches for him. After finding him devi doesn't find the way to go out, if she passes through the fire with that baby, she knows she will be safe but the baby will be burnt, As there is a no choice and simultaneously the fire flame increases, Devi covers the baby boy with her scarf to save him and she burns in fire. Sometime later the fire department arrives and cools down the situation and when enters into the building they sees the baby without any injuries, but 55% of devi's body will be burnt. They hand overs the baby to his mother and moved devi to the hospital in ambulance, There the doctor says their is only 1% of survival chances for her and starts the treatment. Next day the baby who was saved by devi and his mother comes to the hospital to see devi, when they are leaving after visiting devi, the mother of the baby wants to return the cloth that she found on her baby at the incident spot. She places that cloth on devi's body, Immediately after placing it the injuries such as burnings will vanish slowly and cures completely, after few seconds she opens her eyes which was reddish in color and she looks like she completely turned into demon.

Log line and theme" "A brilliant yet vulnerable young girl becomes ensnared in a meticulously crafted fantasy world filled with hidden dangers, forcing an unconventional expert to embark on a perilous journey to rescue her before reality is lost forever." The theme based on "the last leaf" one among top ten stories in the world. Offcourse "the last leaf" and this one was irrilevent.. Just inspire from that ---------: Finds herself inexplicably ensnared in a perilous web of complexities beyond the grasp of conventional diagnosis. The intricacies of her entanglement are so meticulously woven that even the most esteemed medical minds across the globe are left in contemplation, attempting to unravel its cryptic nature... There is no clear path forward, no definitive answer to her plight— It was then that came...Vikrant rana... who possesses immense knowledge of human consciousness and the evaluation of human processes, is a distinguished paleoanthropologist and interdisciplinary expert. His methods of problem investigation are entirely different and adventures --- It was a serene evening, the sky painted in hues of crimson and gold. The sprawling estate of Hari Chandra, one of the world’s wealthiest business tycoons, gleamed under the soft twilight. The mansion, a blend of modern architecture and classical elegance, stood as a testament to his success. Despite being in his sixties, Hari Chandra remained a formidable figure in the global business landscape, admired for his sharp intellect and compassionate nature. His silver hair and piercing eyes spoke of a man who had weathered countless storms, yet his demeanor was always calm, almost regal. Yet, behind the polished façade of success lay a deeply troubled heart. The source of his distress was not a financial crisis but a personal tragedy that had left him broken. Years ago, a horrific accident had claimed the lives of his only son and daughter-in-law, leaving his ten-year-old granddaughter, Japanayana, as the sole light in his world. Her presence was his lifeline—a radiant, curious child who had brought warmth to their otherwise somber household. She was the embodiment of hope, a reminder that life, despite its cruelty, could still offer moments of beauty. Japanayana was not just the legal heir to Hari Chandra’s vast empire but a child prodigy with an insatiable thirst for knowledge. From a young age, she had explored arts and crafts, mastering them with astonishing ease. Her paintings were not just colorful strokes on canvas but windows into her soul, reflecting a depth of emotion that belied her age. Her curiosity led her to travel across continents, learning from the world's finest mentors. She had studied under renowned artists in Paris, delved into ancient philosophies in Kyoto, and even spent time with tribal shamans in the Amazon, absorbing their wisdom. Her brilliance knew no bounds, and she was cherished by all who knew her. However, darkness had recently crept into Japanayana's vibrant world. It began subtly—a distant look in her eyes, a hesitation in her step. But soon, her behavior became erratic and inexplicable. Her sudden screams of "Go away… go away!" echoed through the halls of the mansion, shattering the peace. Plates and tumblers were violently hurled across rooms, as if propelled by an unseen force. At times, her vacant gaze and incomprehensible mutterings were unnerving. Her once-graceful demeanor would transform unpredictably into that of a fierce warrior—her stance rigid, her hands and legs moving as if engaged in an invisible battle. It was as if she were trapped in a world no one else could see. Hari Chandra’s household was plunged into confusion and despair. The staff, who had watched Japanayana grow up, were heartbroken. They whispered among themselves, wondering what could have caused such a drastic change in the cheerful child they adored. Top specialists from leading medical institutions, including John Hopkins and the Mayo Clinic, were consulted. Despite their advanced knowledge, the doctors were baffled. Japanayana’s condition defied conventional diagnosis, leaving even the brightest minds in medicine at a loss. They ran countless tests, prescribed various medications, and even suggested experimental therapies, but nothing worked. The girl’s condition only seemed to worsen. One day, a senior physician hesitantly suggested an unconventional solution. "There is someone who might be able to help," the doctor said cautiously. "His name is Vikrant Rana—a renowned paleoanthropologist and interdisciplinary expert. His methods are unorthodox but often effective. He possesses an exceptional understanding of human consciousness and the complexities of the mind." Desperate for a solution, Hari Chandra reached out to Vikrant. Initially, Vikrant was reluctant. "I'm not a traditional doctor," he explained. "My work involves dangerous investigations, often unrelated to healing children. I deal with ancient mysteries, lost civilizations, and the darker corners of human history. This is not my area of expertise." Hari Chandra’s plea was heartfelt. "She’s just a child," he implored. "She deserves a chance at a normal life. Please, help her." Moved by the grandfather's love and desperation, Vikrant finally agreed. Upon his arrival at the estate, he did not immediately seek Japanayana. Instead, he meticulously examined her past—her passions, travels, and the events leading up to her affliction. He discovered that Japanayana was a prodigy whose brilliance had transcended conventional learning. Her extraordinary intellect made her both unique and vulnerable. She had a rare ability to immerse herself completely in her pursuits, often losing track of time and reality. This intensity, while a source of her genius, also made her susceptible to external influences. As Vikrant delved deeper, he unearthed a disturbing truth: Japanayana’s descent into chaos was not a natural phenomenon but the result of an external, malevolent influence. Someone had crafted an intricate fantasy world around her—one filled with hidden dangers and complex rules. It was a meticulously designed trap, and Japanayana was its unsuspecting prisoner. This world was not just a figment of her imagination but a carefully constructed reality, woven into her subconscious by a master manipulator. "This isn’t just a case of psychological distress," Vikrant muttered. "It’s a battle—a war for her consciousness." To rescue Japanayana, Vikrant knew he had to venture into the perilous world that had ensnared her. He gently interacted with the girl, gaining her trust and exploring the contours of her fantastical reality. At times, they shared moments of laughter, offering glimpses of her true, joyful self. But beneath these fleeting moments lurked treacherous traps and intricate puzzles. Japanayana’s world was governed by warlike scenarios and complex rules. Navigating it required a warrior's mind—anticipating attacks, executing tactical moves, and mastering strategies. Vikrant had to constantly adapt, his mind sharp and vigilant. As he ventured deeper, the situation grew increasingly perilous. At the heart of this twisted fantasy was a shadowy figure named Alex—a genius with a penchant for chaos and technology. Elusive and cunning, Alex thrived on unpredictability, always staying one step ahead. He was a master of manipulation, using Japanayana’s own brilliance against her. Vikrant knew that defeating Alex required more than intellect—it demanded resilience, empathy, and a methodical approach. He meticulously studied Alex’s patterns, dismantling the fantasy world piece by piece. The journey was filled with razor-thin escapes and relentless battles of wit. Vikrant’s knowledge and determination were tested to their limits, but he remained unwavering. Japanayana’s childhood was at stake, and he had promised himself that he would restore her happiness. He encountered surreal landscapes—forests that shifted like living entities, cities that crumbled and rebuilt themselves in seconds, and skies that rained fire and ice. Each challenge was a test of his resolve, but Vikrant pressed on, driven by the belief that no child should be robbed of their innocence. In a climactic confrontation, Vikrant outsmarted Alex, dismantling the malevolent world that had imprisoned Japanayana. The battle was not just physical but psychological, a clash of wills and wits. Vikrant used every ounce of his knowledge and intuition, anticipating Alex’s moves and countering them with precision. As the twisted fantasy collapsed, Japanayana emerged into the light—a joyful, curious child once again. Her eyes, once clouded with fear and confusion, now sparkled with life. She looked at Vikrant with gratitude, her smile a beacon of hope. Tears streamed down Hari Chandra’s face as he embraced his granddaughter. "Thank you, Vikrant," he said, his voice choked with emotion. "You’ve given us our lives back." Vikrant smiled, his heart filled with a sense of fulfillment. "She’s a remarkable child," he said. "She just needed someone to believe in her and fight for her." As Vikrant walked away from the mansion, he knew that this journey had changed him forever. It had not just been about solving a case—it was a testament to the power of empathy, resilience, and the indomitable spirit of childhood. He had faced his own fears and doubts, emerging stronger and more determined. The experience had deepened his understanding of the human mind and the complexities of consciousness. And in that triumph lay the true victory of the human spirit. Japanayana’s recovery was not just a personal victory for her and her grandfather but a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there is always hope. Vikrant knew that he would carry this lesson with him, a guiding light in his future endeavors. As he disappeared into the twilight, the sky once again painted in hues of crimson and gold, he felt a profound sense of peace. The world was vast and full of mysteries, but for now, he had done his part. And that was enough. Kollauday@gmail.com ---

In one of the best-known zoos, there was a renowned tiger named Gunga. Gunga was no ordinary tiger; he was gigantic in size and was covered with deep scars all over his body. Each scar carried a story of battles fought and victories won. Gunga had defeated lions and other ferocious animals, thus earning the respect of everyone who saw him. People who went to the zoo admired him from a distance and were in awe of his strength. Even the zookeepers treated Gunga with much care, for they knew he was more powerful and dangerous than any other animal in the zoo. One day, an old zookeeper found a small child lying near Gunga's cage. The boy was barely two or three years old, looked abandoned and lost. His eyes sparkled with a strange strength, a fierce look that reminded the old man of Gunga himself. The old man embraced the boy with a feeling that somehow this boy was linked with the tiger. On the same day, Gunga, who had been a mighty fellow for many years, died in his sleep, in peace. When the zookeeper saw it, he knew that it was the sign for raising the boy, and thus named him "Gunga" after the name of the brave tiger. The boy grew up in the zoo, surrounded by animals who accepted him quickly as one of their own. Gunga had a natural way with animals, almost magical. Elephants lifted their trunks to greet him, lions relaxed in his presence, and even the monkeys chattered happily when he was around. Over time, the animals began to trust and love him, and he became more than a boy in a zoo; he became their friend and protector. As Gunga grew older, he showed a playful and mischievous side, reminding people of Lord Krishna from ancient stories. He loved playing the flute, filling the zoo with his soft music that soothed both animals and people. Visitors were drawn to him, watching in amazement as he interacted with the animals, fearless and full of love. His life was peaceful, filled with joy and simple moments of connection with the animals he cherished. One day, a very gentle and sweet young woman was brought to the zoo as a worker. Like Gunga, she was profoundly loving and respectful towards animals. She sensed his relationship with all creatures and got attracted by the strength of the quiet, beautiful soul in Gunga. She found her the same thing-a source of sweet comfort in silence, just the kind of relationship he sought to experience for long time. They went every day to the zoo, to tend to the animals and enjoy one another's company. Not far from the zoo, though, a touring circus had come to town. This circus was owned by a wealthy man, whose son was proud and cruel. One day when the son of the circus master was jealous of Gunga, he beheld Gunga, then he envied his strength as well as respect Gunga seemed to command. This jealousy only increased when he realized that Gunga was attached to the young woman whom he himself wanted. In order to prove himself superior, he started thinking of ways to hurt Gunga and destroy the peaceful life he had built. The circus animals were treated shabbily and made to perform and were hurt often. The zoo took care of its creatures, but the circus saw animals as a source of profit. Greedy and ambitious, the son of the circus owner started sneaking into the zoo at night, capturing animals to sell or use in his shows. Gunga noticed that some of the animals were missing and grew suspicious. He began to stay up, watching over his animal friends, and soon discovered the circus owner's son stealing animals. Gunga stopped him several times, rescuing the animals and bringing them back to safety. Each time he did, the circus owner's son grew angrier, his desire for revenge becoming stronger. He began setting dangerous traps, hoping to hurt Gunga and the animals he loved. Gunga spent all his energy protecting the zoo, keeping his friends safe from harm, but he could feel the darkness closing in. A fierce mafia leader had come to the town, often referred to as the "King of the Island." He was a cruel mafia lord who never liked wild animals because once upon a time, a tiger attacked him. It left him all scarred and haunted by its memory, turning him hateful for all creatures. The circus owner's son, anxious to defeat Gunga, approached the mafia lord and offered his services in helping him "get rid" of any threat by animals. Humbled by such support, the mafia lord vowed to give him anything he wished. For this, he called for the mafia lord's help so that he could lay Gunga completely to waste. The mafia lord joined in on this plot and called for a merciless killing plan so that he could end Gunga's life and the animals that were in love with him. One night, the circus owner's son captured some of the animals in his own circus and tortured them brutally. He knew that Gunga would try to save them, so he set up the trap. When Gunga came, he found himself encircled and helpless. After doing his best, he could not save the circus animals, and he witnessed the killing before his eyes. His heart was filled with sorrow and rage. He got immensely enraged to chase after the circus owner's son to make him stop. But the circus owner's son had prepared in advance. Knowing how Gunga would react, he called the police and informed them that Gunga was responsible for the death of the circus animals. When the police arrived at the scene, they found Gunga in the middle of it all, amidst the bodies of the animals. The son of the circus owner lied to the police, stating that Gunga had lost control and killed the animals out of rage. With no way to prove his innocence, Gunga was arrested and brought to court, where he was falsely accused and sentenced to prison. Gunga sat in his prison cell, the weight of betrayal and loss. Everything he loved was gone, and he could do nothing to protect the animals left in the zoo. The world he had built was crumbling, and his enemies celebrated his fall. But even in the darkness of his cell, Gunga's spirit was not broken. He was filled with a deep anger, a fire that would not be put out. He sat in his prison cell quietly, filled with rage. His thoughts were full of the life in the zoo, surrounded by the animals he loved and took care of, along with the helpless feeling being locked away as his home and friends are destroyed. One night, sitting in the darkness, he heard a faint fluttering noise. A small bird, nearly dead and covered with ash, struggled into his cell. Its feathers singed, with little flames abated on its body, showing it had flown through fire to get to him. Gunga's heart twisted as he realized that the bird was from the zoo. Weak movements, the bird looked up at him, giving him just one more look of trust and love before it fell, lifeless. Something snapped inside Gunga. His sorrow turned to a blazing fire, his whole body shaking in uncontrollable rage. He got up from his cell, eyes ablaze with fury. The guards outside felt the ground shake and heard the roar of something they could not understand. The air became thick with tension, and they felt a chill run down their spines. With a spurt of energy, Gunga broke his chains and outburst of his cell, moving fast and forceful like an animal at the least. The guards tried to prevent him, but Gunga cut through them like a hot knife through butter, moving with a fierce and precise energy. They reeled off in retreat, realizing that nothing could hold him now. He was a storm of fury and power, unstoppable and unrelenting. Gunga tore through the jail, breaking down walls and doors as flames seemed to erupt around him from his rage as he set the jail ablaze. The solid structure that was once there couldn't hold onto the force of his rage. The prison became rubble like his lost life, and Gunga walked out into the night free and more determined than ever. When Gunga came back to the zoo, his heart shattered. The place he loved lay in ruins: the cages are broken, animals are hurt and dead. Inflames burn his home to ashes and sorrows. All his rage boiled within him in his heart with thoughts of the circus owner's son and mafia lord who took away everything from him. With fierce determination, Gunga decided to fight for justice on the lives lost and the agony caused. With the Sudarshana Chakra, a very powerful, spinning weapon, and riding Garuda, a giant eagle and his secret friend, Gunga set out for the mafia lord's island. Garuda, with his mighty wings, carried Gunga swiftly over the water. The people on the island saw Gunga approaching and felt a sense of dread, knowing he had come for revenge. Gunga stormed the island with the power of a tiger and the speed of a storm. He was beating down on the mafia lord's guards one by one, his movements flashing like lightning, his strength unstoppable. The people on the island could only watch in fear and awe as Gunga fought, his face set with determination. They saw that he was not just a man but a force of nature, powerful and relentless. Finally, Gunga faced the mafia lord and the circus owner's son inside the huge stone form of a seven-headed serpent. With his fearless and devoted ally, Garuda, Gunga felt himself unbeatable. The circus owner's son and the mafia lord cowered before him, pride exchanged for terror. They understood much too late that they had roused power that they themselves could not subdue. With a mighty throw, Gunga released the Sudarshana Chakra; its deathly spin cut into his enemies' midst, slaying them at the same stroke to end the brutal struggle and destruction. The island, once a place of great power, was now in shambles, engulfed by fire and justice. Gunga, standing on top of the seven-headed seshnag serpent statue, stood still as the burning aura around him lit him up. As the last embers went out, rain began to fall, washing away the ashes and blood, bringing a sense of peace after the storm. Gunga, full of sorrow and strength, looked up to the sky, knowing he had brought justice for the lives lost. The island was quiet, the fight over, and peace returned once more. Having Garuda by his side, Gunga started moving back, with the spirit of the tiger in his hands, and the memory of his precious zoo. Whatever the world has taken from him, he did not break and remained a testament to courage, love, and unbreakable will. As he disappeared in the mist, his name became a legend- Gunga-and a tale of fierce loyalty, love, and justice that could never be forgotten.

In one of the best-known zoos, there was a renowned tiger named Gunga. Gunga was no ordinary tiger; he was gigantic in size and was covered with deep scars all over his body. Each scar carried a story of battles fought and victories won. Gunga had defeated lions and other ferocious animals, thus earning the respect of everyone who saw him. People who went to the zoo admired him from a distance and were in awe of his strength. Even the zookeepers treated Gunga with much care, for they knew he was more powerful and dangerous than any other animal in the zoo. One day, an old zookeeper found a small child lying near Gunga's cage. The boy was barely two or three years old, looked abandoned and lost. His eyes sparkled with a strange strength, a fierce look that reminded the old man of Gunga himself. The old man embraced the boy with a feeling that somehow this boy was linked with the tiger. On the same day, Gunga, who had been a mighty fellow for many years, died in his sleep, in peace. When the zookeeper saw it, he knew that it was the sign for raising the boy, and thus named him "Gunga" after the name of the brave tiger. The boy grew up in the zoo, surrounded by animals who accepted him quickly as one of their own. Gunga had a natural way with animals, almost magical. Elephants lifted their trunks to greet him, lions relaxed in his presence, and even the monkeys chattered happily when he was around. Over time, the animals began to trust and love him, and he became more than a boy in a zoo; he became their friend and protector. As Gunga grew older, he showed a playful and mischievous side, reminding people of Lord Krishna from ancient stories. He loved playing the flute, filling the zoo with his soft music that soothed both animals and people. Visitors were drawn to him, watching in amazement as he interacted with the animals, fearless and full of love. His life was peaceful, filled with joy and simple moments of connection with the animals he cherished. One day, a very gentle and sweet young woman was brought to the zoo as a worker. Like Gunga, she was profoundly loving and respectful towards animals. She sensed his relationship with all creatures and got attracted by the strength of the quiet, beautiful soul in Gunga. She found her the same thing-a source of sweet comfort in silence, just the kind of relationship he sought to experience for long time. They went every day to the zoo, to tend to the animals and enjoy one another's company. Not far from the zoo, though, a touring circus had come to town. This circus was owned by a wealthy man, whose son was proud and cruel. One day when the son of the circus master was jealous of Gunga, he beheld Gunga, then he envied his strength as well as respect Gunga seemed to command. This jealousy only increased when he realized that Gunga was attached to the young woman whom he himself wanted. In order to prove himself superior, he started thinking of ways to hurt Gunga and destroy the peaceful life he had built. The circus animals were treated shabbily and made to perform and were hurt often. The zoo took care of its creatures, but the circus saw animals as a source of profit. Greedy and ambitious, the son of the circus owner started sneaking into the zoo at night, capturing animals to sell or use in his shows. Gunga noticed that some of the animals were missing and grew suspicious. He began to stay up, watching over his animal friends, and soon discovered the circus owner's son stealing animals. Gunga stopped him several times, rescuing the animals and bringing them back to safety. Each time he did, the circus owner's son grew angrier, his desire for revenge becoming stronger. He began setting dangerous traps, hoping to hurt Gunga and the animals he loved. Gunga spent all his energy protecting the zoo, keeping his friends safe from harm, but he could feel the darkness closing in. A fierce mafia leader had come to the town, often referred to as the "King of the Island." He was a cruel mafia lord who never liked wild animals because once upon a time, a tiger attacked him. It left him all scarred and haunted by its memory, turning him hateful for all creatures. The circus owner's son, anxious to defeat Gunga, approached the mafia lord and offered his services in helping him "get rid" of any threat by animals. Humbled by such support, the mafia lord vowed to give him anything he wished. For this, he called for the mafia lord's help so that he could lay Gunga completely to waste. The mafia lord joined in on this plot and called for a merciless killing plan so that he could end Gunga's life and the animals that were in love with him. One night, the circus owner's son captured some of the animals in his own circus and tortured them brutally. He knew that Gunga would try to save them, so he set up the trap. When Gunga came, he found himself encircled and helpless. After doing his best, he could not save the circus animals, and he witnessed the killing before his eyes. His heart was filled with sorrow and rage. He got immensely enraged to chase after the circus owner's son to make him stop. But the circus owner's son had prepared in advance. Knowing how Gunga would react, he called the police and informed them that Gunga was responsible for the death of the circus animals. When the police arrived at the scene, they found Gunga in the middle of it all, amidst the bodies of the animals. The son of the circus owner lied to the police, stating that Gunga had lost control and killed the animals out of rage. With no way to prove his innocence, Gunga was arrested and brought to court, where he was falsely accused and sentenced to prison. Gunga sat in his prison cell, the weight of betrayal and loss. Everything he loved was gone, and he could do nothing to protect the animals left in the zoo. The world he had built was crumbling, and his enemies celebrated his fall. But even in the darkness of his cell, Gunga's spirit was not broken. He was filled with a deep anger, a fire that would not be put out. He sat in his prison cell quietly, filled with rage. His thoughts were full of the life in the zoo, surrounded by the animals he loved and took care of, along with the helpless feeling being locked away as his home and friends are destroyed. One night, sitting in the darkness, he heard a faint fluttering noise. A small bird, nearly dead and covered with ash, struggled into his cell. Its feathers singed, with little flames abated on its body, showing it had flown through fire to get to him. Gunga's heart twisted as he realized that the bird was from the zoo. Weak movements, the bird looked up at him, giving him just one more look of trust and love before it fell, lifeless. Something snapped inside Gunga. His sorrow turned to a blazing fire, his whole body shaking in uncontrollable rage. He got up from his cell, eyes ablaze with fury. The guards outside felt the ground shake and heard the roar of something they could not understand. The air became thick with tension, and they felt a chill run down their spines. With a spurt of energy, Gunga broke his chains and outburst of his cell, moving fast and forceful like an animal at the least. The guards tried to prevent him, but Gunga cut through them like a hot knife through butter, moving with a fierce and precise energy. They reeled off in retreat, realizing that nothing could hold him now. He was a storm of fury and power, unstoppable and unrelenting. Gunga tore through the jail, breaking down walls and doors as flames seemed to erupt around him from his rage as he set the jail ablaze. The solid structure that was once there couldn't hold onto the force of his rage. The prison became rubble like his lost life, and Gunga walked out into the night free and more determined than ever. When Gunga came back to the zoo, his heart shattered. The place he loved lay in ruins: the cages are broken, animals are hurt and dead. Inflames burn his home to ashes and sorrows. All his rage boiled within him in his heart with thoughts of the circus owner's son and mafia lord who took away everything from him. With fierce determination, Gunga decided to fight for justice on the lives lost and the agony caused. With the Sudarshana Chakra, a very powerful, spinning weapon, and riding Garuda, a giant eagle and his secret friend, Gunga set out for the mafia lord's island. Garuda, with his mighty wings, carried Gunga swiftly over the water. The people on the island saw Gunga approaching and felt a sense of dread, knowing he had come for revenge. Gunga stormed the island with the power of a tiger and the speed of a storm. He was beating down on the mafia lord's guards one by one, his movements flashing like lightning, his strength unstoppable. The people on the island could only watch in fear and awe as Gunga fought, his face set with determination. They saw that he was not just a man but a force of nature, powerful and relentless. Finally, Gunga faced the mafia lord and the circus owner's son inside the huge stone form of a seven-headed serpent. With his fearless and devoted ally, Garuda, Gunga felt himself unbeatable. The circus owner's son and the mafia lord cowered before him, pride exchanged for terror. They understood much too late that they had roused power that they themselves could not subdue. With a mighty throw, Gunga released the Sudarshana Chakra; its deathly spin cut into his enemies' midst, slaying them at the same stroke to end the brutal struggle and destruction. The island, once a place of great power, was now in shambles, engulfed by fire and justice. Gunga, standing on top of the seven-headed seshnag serpent statue, stood still as the burning aura around him lit him up. As the last embers went out, rain began to fall, washing away the ashes and blood, bringing a sense of peace after the storm. Gunga, full of sorrow and strength, looked up to the sky, knowing he had brought justice for the lives lost. The island was quiet, the fight over, and peace returned once more. Having Garuda by his side, Gunga started moving back, with the spirit of the tiger in his hands, and the memory of his precious zoo. Whatever the world has taken from him, he did not break and remained a testament to courage, love, and unbreakable will. As he disappeared in the mist, his name became a legend- Gunga-and a tale of fierce loyalty, love, and justice that could never be forgotten.

In the year 500BC, two mighty kingdoms, Aryvarta and Baladhara, stood at the brink of annihilation. The battefield was a cauldron of blood and steel, but fate had something far more profound in store. An inexplicable blast tore through the battefield, leaving behind only two survivors. Deva from Aryavarta and Kuru from Baladara. As soon as they got up they see each other and immediately takes their weapons and tries to kill eachother. As soon as they come closer a unfortunate blast threw them again which results them in unconsious. Deva wakes up in a hospital in Aryavarta, bandaged from head to toe. The doctor informs him that he is the sole survivor of the catastrophic battle. Though his body is scarred, his internal organs remain inexplicably unharmed. Deva feels a strange power coursing through him but suffers from servere headaches accompained by haunting visions and voices. Returning home, Deva meets his close friend Amal, who recounts the events after the war. Amal reveals how Deva was found burned but alive amidst the destruction. As Deva tries to piece togethere the fragmented memories of the blasts, his headaches worsen, and he collapses, reliving the battlefield in vivid, terrfying flashes. In Baladhara, Kuru, also a survivor, is interrogated about the war. He recounts the strange blasts but can't remember much else and also says that he feels stronger from inside and also hears some voice from his mind, just like Deva. Kuru reveals his tragic past after his father's death to that officer. Where Kuru and his mother lives with his uncle Shantanu. His uncle Shantanu and his family also agrees to live along with them. For concerning them in this critical sutivation Kuru and his mother descides to do all the household works in thier works. Where Kuru used maintain Shantanu's accounts, because Shantanu is a landlord. Kuru had an ambition of becoming an soldier to serve for his country. Day's passes on, finally Kuru selects into army and leaves for army base. One fine day Baladhara officers rushes into Shantanu house to arrest his son Prabhanjan, beacuse they had and an info of him that he deals with animal trafficing. Prabhanjan gets arrested. Shantanu lawyer's warn's Shantanu that if gets into court then judge passes death sentence over him because in Baladhara animals are worshipped ad gods. So to prove him guilty lawyer suggests Shantanu to interfere a know face into this case in the place of Prabhanjan. Showing crulity of Shantanu, he desicdes to interefer Kuru into this. So he goes to Kuru's mother and tells the sutivation and explains that if Prabhanjan was sent to jail he will be surely sent to death notice because he had already got arreseted on time, But if Kuru was sent then he will be jailed only for 3 months as he is an army officer. But Kuru's mom disagrees of sending Kuru into this, but descides to interfere her name into this case, as she assumes that Prabhanjan is a also son to him. Shantanu without a shame agrees to this. Next day Kuru's mom was sent to court in the place of Prabhanjan but unfourtunatly court passes death notice over her saying that killing animals is banned and sent death notice to everyone who does that. Kuru's mom shocks. Court address that she will be hanged within 2 months. Kuru was unaware of all this because he is in army. After that traggic war and introgation Kuru was sent to his home. Where he finds everyone except his mom. He asks Shantanu about his mom, where he replies that his mom died by hearing that he was dead in that war. Kuru gets shocked by that news and gets into depression. But one day a retiered worker in Shantanu's house meets him and reveals the truth of his mother. Hearing that his mother was jailed he straight goes up to the jail and meets his mom. Kuru and his mother cries seeing upon peach other. His mother reveals all the dark truth about his uncle's Shantanu and also says that she had only 4 days to be hanged. With a rage Kuru goes to his uncle's house questions about his mother. After a hot argument, Shantanun himself reveals he wantedly done that thing his mother. Hearing this Kuru takes knife and tries to kill Prabhanjan. But guards of Shantanu stops him and ties him in closed room. Shantanu beats tied Kuru for attempting to kill his son and says to everyone not to offer any water or food to him and lets him die there. Due to no food Kuru gets unconsious, but a unknow power inside him keeps him alive. After somedays a voice wakes him up saying "KILL HIM". Kuru gets up in a hurry. Kuru gets some visions of that war. A voice contiously motivates him to kill his uncle. Kuru gets irritated and screams hard.His eyes truns into dark red slowly. He breaks that chains, which are tied to him. Hearing that voice Shantanu guards rushes to that room. Shantanu gets shocked seeing Kuru alive. Kuru comepletely transfers a evil being. He asks about his mom to Shantanu. Shantanu terrifies ,and says she will get bail, i will let her free. Knowing its was already 5 days and his mother was already dead. Kuru gets into extreme grief and rage and kills everyone in the house without any gender discrimination by taking a sword from his shawdow. Baldhara officers arrests Kuru for attempting a murder. Kuru was sent for death notice for killing people. Captured and imprisoned Kuru forms a pact with a entity inside him. He tries to speak with voice. Where that voice reveals his name as Andhak, the lord of the darkness. Andhak says he transferred his essence into Kuru in that traggic war. After a heavy conversation, Andhak explains his problem that to surivive we need to kill a person from that war, who had elso an essence of another entity in him. Kuru agrees to him and destroyes the jail to escape. Kuru learns about his powers where he had super strength, speed, and could take weapons from his shadow and could fly. Kuru notices that entire Baladhara was against on him. Despite of everything he had done to them, eventually they hated him. With that regret he destroys entier Baladhara, leaving no living being alive and files towards Aryavarta. Deva's subconscious vision leads him to a dark truth of Kuru and Andhak. So he descides to leave Aryavarta and run away. PBut a voice inside him motivates to fight. After a heavy fo thought Deva descides to fight. So he prepares for the attack. Kuru enters into Aryavrtha. Battle begins between Kuru and Deva. Where Deva also understands his powers that he had super strength, speed and reflexes. But Kuru dominates Deva, as Deva was'nt fully prepared. Deva loses to Kuru. Kuru takes his mighty sword and kills Deva by stabbing his word into his heart and throws him away. Deva was sent to hospital. Deva opens his eyes in his subconcious realm. Where a voice speaks to him saying his name as Nandi, the sacred bull of Lord Shiva, who reveals the origin of Andhak. Born when Lord Shiva closed his eyes, where entier universe went into darkness. From that darkness a evil entity was born named Andhak.Where he had only goal to destroy moon, which acts as the soruce of light in dark nigths. Many gods tried to stop him and failed. So gods started praying for Lord Shiva to help, where Lord Shiva sent me to stop Andhak's mission. On one purnima(full moon) day when Andhak was on his mission, Nandi interfered into his mission. In thier celestial battle, Nandi and Andhak crash-landed into a warring kingdoms which resulted a huge blast and everyone in that battle were killed. Mortally wounded, both transferred thier essence into mortal hosts. Nandi into Deva and Andhak into Kuru. Deva realizes his headaches and powers are tied to nandi's essence. Nandi re-heals Deva again and makes him alive. Nandi reminds Deva to call upon Lord Shiva in moments of despair. With only two weeks until next Purnima, where Andhak again tries to make his plan, Deva prepares for a final conforntation. Deva sharpens his skills, tests his newfound abilities and forges a unique weapon Kusarigama (a chain-bounded dual blade) and makes it has his premenant weapon. On the night of Purnima, Deva heads to Baladhara, where he finds whole Baladhara was destroyed. It was with burned and broken buldings and no sign of living being over there. Kuru senses the arrival of Deva. Intially Kuru gets shocked seeing Deva alive. A ferocious battle ensues, with the city as thier battleground. Deva's speed and strength are formidable, but Kuru's dark powers gives him a edge. Despite Deva's enhanced abilities, Kuru's connection to Andhak tips the scales. Deva slowly gets weakend and ultimately loses to Kuru again. But now Kuru descides to capture Deva in inifinity eternal darkness, which is impossble to escape from them. Slowly darkness covers his body. As soon as darkness covers his head, he remembers Nandi's words and cries out, "HARA HARA MAHADEV!". In that moment, Lord Shiva's third eye opens. Deva becomes a radiant embodiment of Shiva's power, his eyes aflame with divine light. Drawing strength from Shiva's blessing, Deva overwhelms Andhak's darkness. Battle begins again, where every attempt of Kuru on Deva fails and Deva dominates Kuru in every ascept. Kuru realizes that Deva gonna defeat him. So he heads up towards moon to consume it. Deva chases Kuru, who attempts to consume the moon. Deva captures Kuru and takes him towards sun. As close as they get close to sun, Kuru gets weak, weaker and dies ultimately, due to ultimate light and heat of sun. Deva returns to Aryavartha. Weaknend but essence of heat of the sun, he gets unconsious. Amal tends him to his bed. Story ends with Nandi's final words to unconsious Deva: "You are not just a man but the human manifestation of Lord Shiva's will". The Story ends with Deva preparing for future battles, knowing that forces like Andhak may rise again, but his faith in Shiva and humanity resilience will guide him.