In a small town on Earth, far from the din of fame or power, lived a boy who dreamed too deeply. Born on 21st November 2006, a Tuesday twilight child of Scorpio, he was named **Shiwang**. Unlike other children, who sought toys or cricket bats, Shiwang's mind wandered into the realms of impossible things. He imagined floating islands, swords that sang, mystics cloaked in stars, and powers that bent the world to will. But as he grew, so did reality—and reality rarely makes room for dreams.
He watched anime characters soar, manhwas unravel magic systems, sages unlock hidden worlds in dusty epics. He fantasized about **Shakti** — the primal cosmic energy. He pondered **Maya** — illusion, power, deception, the veil over truth. But Earth offered him none of it. His family smiled with sympathy when he spoke of things "that weren't real."
So he did what many do. He buried it. He lived a dutiful life. He studied, worked, laughed when expected, loved with quiet restraint. The fire remained inside him—burning low, whispering tales only he could hear. Until, finally, time claimed his body.
Shiwang died not in agony, but in acceptance. He had lived long. And yet, a strange loneliness accompanied his final breath—the ache of dreams unfulfilled.
But the Universe, it seemed, had listened.
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Beyond the known stars, past the human understanding of rebirth and karma, lay a realm few souls were ever chosen to reach.
**Mahakaal Lok**.
A colossal world, where mysticism was as real as breath. Where ancient energies surged like rivers. Where beings of Shakti and Maya walked among mortals. A place shaped by divine forces, cosmic laws, and spiritual trials.
And to this realm, **Shiwang's soul** was carried—not by accident, but by design.
In silence, he was reborn.
No fanfare, no gods descending with blessings. Just a boy's body lying under twin suns, surrounded by whispering winds and violet grass. His new heart beat strong. His mind, cleared of Earth's limitations, remembered it all.
He was not merely reincarnated.
He was **Lakshya** now.
The one who would aim. The one who would pursue. The one who would live his dreams not through escape—but through mastery.
With **Vardaan**, a divine boon gifted at birth, he would access every kind of energy system ever imagined. He would learn to harness Shakti, navigate Maya, and discover truths even beyond mythology.
This time, life would not pass him by.
This time, he would build his world.
Not just in one region, not just on one planet.
But through galaxies, planes, and realms where dreamers dare not look.
His story was not a second chance.
It was the beginning of all chances.
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*Lakshya: Reborn for His Dreams* begins now.
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