At precisely 3:33 AM, a blue flame erupted.
The security cameras at the Kashi Vishwanath Temple caught the moment—a brilliant column of cerulean fire shooting up from the sanctum sanctorum, dancing over the ancient stones without leaving a mark. Priests fell to their knees in awe. When scientists arrived, they could only mutter about "combustible gas leaks" and "optical illusions."
But the ancients understood.
In a dimly lit cybercafe in Delhi, Anika Malhotra was scrolling through her feed when her fingers froze over a shaky video. The caption read: "Miracle in Varanasi??"
In the footage, a man moved through the panicked crowd, seemingly untouched by the chaos around him. His hoodie shadowed his face, but for a brief moment, the camera captured his eyes.
Anika's breath caught in her throat.
"I know you," she murmured.
And deep within her, a memory began to awaken—of fire, of sacrifice, and of a love that had defied even death itself.