1:45 PM – Sharma Industries HQ, Strategic Command Center
"RIFT CONFIRMED. LOCATION: DELHI – CENTRAL DISTRICT, NEAR RED FORT."The AI HANUMAN's voice boomed across the control room as red markers blinked violently across the map of India. A 3D hologram showed a pulsing, jagged tear in reality—a vortex of dark matter spiraling above the ancient capital.
"It's a type-7 rift," said one of the tactical scientists. "That means it's not just unstable—it's an anchor. They're trying to lock this universe into something."
"Like a bridgehead," murmured Ayesha. "They're staging an invasion from there."
Arjun Sharma turned to his team.
"Then we break the bridge before they build it."
2:10 PM – Bharat Defense Mobilization Protocol: TRINETRA
Within minutes, Operation TRINETRA—India's emergency response protocol for supernatural and off-world threats—was enacted.
Across the country, Sharma's private forces, elite government task units, and special operatives were given one command: move to Delhi.
Deployments included:
🛡️ Astra Corps – Quantum Armored Infantry
High-tech exo-suit commandos developed in secret under Project Vajra.
Each soldier carried graviton rifles, nano-buckler shields, and dimensional stabilizers to prevent temporal dislocation.
Call-signs like "Garuda," "Bhima," and "Meghdoot" echoed through encrypted channels.
🐍 NAGA Unit – Amphibious Covert Assault Division
Moved through Yamuna River routes, silently infiltrating zones around Delhi.
Special underwater breathing tech allowed them to enter from beneath the rift and plant stabilization beacons.
🕉️ RUDRAS – Mystic Warriors of the Old School
Deployed from secret monasteries in Uttarakhand.
These were ancient warriors wielding relics said to be blessed by forgotten gods.
Their presence was unofficial, but they walked beside tanks like they owned them.
🚀 DroneCloud-9 Network
Over 1,000 AI-piloted recon drones launched into Delhi airspace, scanning anomalies.
Built-in counter-measure turrets and micro-missile pods activated for auto-defense.
💡 Special Advisors Brought In
Dr. Nandini Rao, expert in quantum instability.
Karan Doshi, a former RAW operative who disappeared three years ago—suddenly reappeared and offered insight into "shadow incursions."
And a new mysterious addition: Project Devi, an experimental AI designed for multiversal forecasting.
2:35 PM – En Route to Delhi: Arjun's Flagship Enters the Scene
A black VTOL aircraft, codenamed INDRA, roared over the Yamuna airspace. Inside, Arjun suited up in Vajra MK-II, more advanced than what Amar had stolen.
Ayesha, now wearing a neural-linked HUD visor, was reviewing battlefield reports. "ETA to the rift site—12 minutes."
Arjun stared out the window.
Below, the city of Delhi shimmered, with some areas already starting to glitch—glitch, like video game rendering errors. Buildings bent at odd angles. People froze mid-step.
The rift was affecting time and physics itself.
"Send word to the PM. We're going dark. Operation Shakti is now under full internal lockdown."
2:50 PM – Ground Zero: Red Fort Perimeter
As the troops surrounded the Red Fort, the sky above them cracked like glass.
A jagged, obsidian fissure hovered in the air, surrounded by floating symbols, glowing runes, and black lightning arcing down into the Earth.
The first invaders stepped through.
They weren't human. At least not entirely.
Tall, armored beings with shifting faces—like broken reflections—stepped forward. Some looked like heroes, others like nightmares, but all radiated the same energy: variant corruption.
Their leader? A floating figure cloaked in a robe of void-light, a crown made of timelines spinning above his head.
The soldiers called him:
"Kal-Vrat."The Herald of Collapse.
3:00 PM – WAR BEGINS
"FIRE AT WILL!" Ayesha screamed.
The Astra Corps opened fire.
NAGA commandos triggered the perimeter mines.
RUDRAS walked forward, chanting ancient hymns as their weapons glowed with mythic power.
The first wave clashed with the invaders in a storm of gunfire, magic, steel, and energy beams.
But the rift pulsed again.
And then…
More stepped through.
Variants. Duplicates. Mutants. Shadow-copies.
Earth was under siege—not just by invaders… but by other versions of itself.
3:12 PM – Unknown Subterranean Facility
Amar sat in the metal chair, still half‑restrained, half‑awake, trying to process the insanity of the last few hours.Doppelgänger beside him.Dim lights flickering.Machines humming somewhere deep in the dark halls.
But something felt… wrong.Wrong in a way that made his skin crawl, like the air itself was watching him.
The Doppelgänger noticed it too.
"You feel it?" he asked quietly.
Before Amar could respond, the lights flickered.
Then dimmed.
Then died.
Leaving only utter darkness.
Amar's breath hitched. "What—what is this?"
The Doppelgänger cursed. "Shit. He found you."
A hum filled the air.A cosmic, vibrating tone—like a thousand voices speaking in reverse.
The temperature dropped.The walls trembled.
And then—A presence entered the room.
Not physically.Not through doors.But through Amar's mind.
3:13 PM – Inside Amar's Head
Everything went silent.
Then the darkness ripped open like fabric being shredded.
Amar found himself floating in a void—a pitch‑black ocean with stars sinking into nothingness. He felt weightless. Helpless. Alone.
Then he heard it—
A voice.Smooth. Calm. Beautiful.And terrifying.
"Amar Khurana…"
The darkness shifted.A shape emerged—tall, cloaked, wearing a crown made of spinning timelines.Eyes burning with collapsing universes.
Kal‑Vrat.The Herald of Collapse.
Amar tried to speak but found he couldn't.
Kal‑Vrat drifted closer, each step a distortion of reality.
When he spoke, his voice echoed like every version of him across infinite Earths was speaking together.
"You do not belong to this world."
Amar felt his mind crack at the edges.
Kal‑Vrat touched the void with a finger.A ripple spread.Images burst around Amar like shattered mirrors:
Variants of Amar—different lives, different worlds, different fates.
A version of him as a soldier.
A version as a CEO.
A version as a criminal.
A version… wearing a suit of cosmic armor.
A version… dead.
Kal‑Vrat spread his hands as thousands of Amar-variants appeared, hovering like broken holograms.
"Across the infinite tapestry, your soul repeats. Unique. Rare. Marked."
Amar whispered, "Why me?"
Kal‑Vrat's cosmic face twisted into a grin.
"Because your soul attracts chaos. You are an anomaly—a singularity that does not follow fate."
"We need you."
3:16 PM – Reality Distorts
Back in the real world, the Doppelgänger saw Amar's eyes roll back.
"Dammit!" he shouted, shaking him. "Don't you let him in!"
But Amar was gone.His mind was elsewhere.
Inside the Mindscape – The Offer
Kal‑Vrat stepped closer.
"I am choosing generals for the coming war.""Be my Herald. A guide to your Earth."
A bright sphere appeared—burning with cosmic energy.
Amar felt his heartbeat accelerate.His breath trembled.
Kal‑Vrat extended the sphere.
"Take this. Power beyond comprehension. Enough to crush armies, rewrite matter, bend fate."
Amar stared into the energy. It pulsed. Whispered. Called.
Images flashed in his mind:
The fall of Delhi under shadow invaders.
Arjun's armies being overwhelmed.
The Gate expanding.
Earth burning.
And then—
Amar standing tall in a black‑gold armor, leading legions of cosmic warriors.
"Is… is that me?" Amar whispered.
Kal‑Vrat smiled—a slow, elegant, terrifying smile.
"A future you could choose."
Amar hesitated.His hands trembled.
He felt it—the temptation.Everything he ever wanted:
Power. Strength. Control.Freedom from fear.The ability to shape destiny.
He reached out—
Just an inch.
Kal‑Vrat's smile widened—
But then—
A voice cut through the void.
A familiar one.
Rough. Angry. Human.
"KHURANA! WAKE UP!"
A sudden force yanked Amar backward.
The void shattered.
Kal‑Vrat screamed in fury—
"HE IS MINE!"
The cosmic sphere cracked, releasing a burst of energy.
Amar's entire consciousness snapped back—
3:17 PM – The Facility
Amar gasped as reality rushed in.
His Doppelgänger was slapping him—hard.
"You idiot! You don't make deals with beings who wear collapsing galaxies as jewelry!"
Amar coughed violently. "He—he tried to recruit me."
The Doppelgänger froze.His face went pale.
"He WHAT?"
Amar nodded shakily. "He wanted to make me a Herald."
The Doppelgänger backed away, horrified.
"Oh god… oh god—this is worse than I thought."
Amar frowned. "Why? What's happening?"
The Doppelgänger spoke slowly. Gravely.
"Kal‑Vrat doesn't recruit. He hunts. And he only hunts anomalies."
He pointed at Amar's chest.
"You're not a random soul migration."
"You're a multiversal key."
"And now the most dangerous being in existence wants you."