The megacity of Neo-Kashi sprawled beneath Aryan Malhotra's feet, its skyline a jagged crown of neon and smog. At 24, he was a ghost in the system—no birth records, no family, just a name whispered in underground fight rings and hacker dens.
Three truths defined Aryan's life:
1. He had been left at an orphanage with a royal seal pendant (stolen at age 12).
2. He could remember flashes of swords, war elephants, and a woman screaming his name—memories that couldn't be his.
3. Today, he would die.
A child's scream ripped through the traffic roar. A black limousine (license plate: DHARMA-1) veered toward a little girl frozen in the crosswalk.
Aryan moved.
Bone cracked. Tires screeched.
The child lived.
His last sight? The driver's face—a politician smirking as he fled.
Darkness swallowed Aryan whole.
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The Antaryami's Court (Void Between Yugas)
Awareness returned slowly. Aryan floated in absolute nothingness—no sound, no light, just the weight of his own thoughts.
Then—a spark.
A blue flame erupted, illuminating a crescent moon suspended in the void. Beside it, a golden lotus bloomed, its petals humming with a mother's lullaby.
Two figures emerged from the light:
Mahadev, clad in ashes, his trishul radiating cosmic energy. His third eye pulsed like a dying star.
Maa Parvati, her aura shifting between gentle warmth and destructive fury.
> Aryan (voice raw): "Is this… Narak?"
> Shiv ji (echoing): "You stand where time bends. Neither dead nor alive—judged."
> Parvati ji (softly): "You sacrificed yourself for a stranger's child. In Kalyug, where men sell their mothers for coin, such purity is… rare."
A bitter laugh escaped Aryan. "Pure? I fought dirty. Stole. Lied. That kid was just… my last screw-you to this rotten world."
Parvati's eyes glowed. She pressed a palm to his forehead.
Memories detonated.
—A fortress of black marble, its gates shattered. —A woman in chains screaming "Aryavrat! Run!" —A child's hand slipping from his as a tidal wave of light consumed her. —A dagger in his back, wielded by a brother crowned in his blood.
> Aryan (gasping): "I was… a king?"
> Shiv ji: "Prince Aryavrat of Shivpura. Betrayed by your uncle. Your mother imprisoned, your sister lost to the gods. Your kingdom now rots under a usurper's heel."
Aryan's fists clenched. "Why show me this? To mock me?"
> Parvati ji: "To offer you a second dawn."
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The Divine Bargain
Shiv ji raised his trishul. The void shattered, revealing:
Dwapar Yuga's Champapuri village—where a young Karna hauled water under the scornful gaze of Brahmins.
A battlefield where Arjuna's arrows blotted out the sun.
A dungeon where a silver-haired woman (Aryan's mother?) whispered prayers to a broken Shivling.
> Shiv ji: "You will be reborn beside Karna—another soul forged in injustice. But where he was cursed by fate… you will bend it."
A golden script burned in the air:
[ ✦ DIVINE MULTIPLIER SYSTEM ✦ ]
All knowledge/skills/blessings ×1000 (Learn archery for an hour? Mastery equals 1000 hours. Receive a sage's mantra? Its power multiplies.)
Kalyug memories retained (future knowledge intact).
Questline:
Reclaim Shivpura (Confront your uncle, the usurper king).
Find your sister (Last seen with a "swan-winged goddess").
Alter the Mahabharata's tide (Your choices reshape destiny).
Aryan's jaw tightened. "This power… it's enough to burn the world. But—"
> Aryan (quietly): "What of those who fight beside me? I won't become the monster I hate."
Parvati's gaze softened. "You fear loneliness, not weakness."
Shiv ji's third eye flared open.
> Shiv ji: "Then your second boon: the power to protect as fiercely as you destroy."
[ ✦ AMRITA BANDHAN ✦ ]
When a soul pledges pure love/devotion to Aryan, a bond forms.
Cost: Divine Points (earned through righteous acts).
Grants to bonded:
Agelessness (unless Aryan falls).
Shared strength (scales with his power).
Protection from curses (immune to poison, black magic).
Warning:
False bonds crumble, killing the betrayer.
Aryan's heart must stay true—tyranny breaks all bonds.
> Parvati ji (stern): "Love is not a leash. Use this gift wisely."
Aryan bowed. "I'd rather die again than chain another soul."
The gods smiled. The void collapsed.
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Rebirth – Dwapar Yuga
Pain. Fire. Then—air.
A woman screamed in agony on the riverbank. Lightning cracked. A baby slid from her womb.
She looked up, fear and love warring in her eyes. "Forgive me, my son… I cannot keep you safe."
With trembling arms, she wrapped the infant in silk and placed him in a floating cradle. A prayer escaped her lips as the Ganga swallowed him.
Downstream, in a small village near Champapuri