Laxmi Nagar, East Delhi
Raj woke up in a good mood.
After taking a shower, he packed his papers, books, and project notes into his backpack.
When he went downstairs, he saw his family already having breakfast. He greeted everyone and joined them at the table.
"Today my brother is finally back," Alia said with a smile.
She noticed Raj looked different—no trace of yesterday's tension, only confidence.
"It's good to see that confidence on your face again, son," Aarti said warmly.
"It suits you."
Aditya didn't say much, but in his heart, he felt relieved. Seeing his son like this made him happy.
Raj smiled and said,
"I made my choice. That's why I'm back. Thank you, family."
"Oh, Raj," Alia asked curiously,
"what was that choice you were so confused about?"
Raj paused for a second, then smiled.
"Secret."
Everyone laughed lightly. His parents didn't push him—they trusted that whatever their son chose would be right.
After breakfast, Raj started his Activa and rode toward college.
On the Road
As Raj rode through the streets, he carefully avoided potholes.
"These roads were better in the 90s," someone complained nearby.
"My bike tires need replacing again because of these roads," another person said.
Raj had heard complaints like these all his life. Poor road conditions were part of daily routine in the city. He rode carefully and ignored the noise.
Delhi Science and Technology College
After completing the formalities at the gate, Raj reached his class early today.
"Good morning, Karan," Raj said.
"Good morning, Raj," Karan replied, smiling.
"So, how's the project? I already sent mine."
"Completed, bro," Raj said proudly.
"You think I'd leave it unfinished?"
After the class ended, Raj and Karan submitted their project—a solar-powered car model.
The car used solar energy instead of petrol or diesel and could store power for later use. After reviewing it along with other projects, the teacher smiled.
"Raj and Karan," the teacher said,
"you two will definitely win again this time."
Some students looked jealous. Raj was known for his intelligence, and Karan came from a wealthy family—together, they always stood out.
Raj and Karan went to the canteen and sat on a bench, eating.
"I'm free now," Karan said cheerfully.
"Let's play games at my place. Dad hasn't given me much work these days."
"Not today," Raj replied calmly.
"I have something important to do."
He wanted to test his powers properly. He had tried before, but not seriously. Now, he wanted to understand their limits and weaknesses.
"Oh… okay," Karan said with a half-smile.
"Then I'll play alone."
After leaving the college, Raj rode toward an unfamiliar place—one he had visited before.
He parked his Activa near a petrol pump and walked toward an abandoned factory nearby.
Raj's eyes turned from black to blue.
He scanned the surroundings carefully, searching for cameras or people. After making sure no one was there, he walked to the center of the factory.
Now, it was time to test his power.
Raj raised his hand and began controlling objects, testing different formations to understand how much he still needed to learn.
He hurled objects against the wall and slammed them into the ground.
"Power like this is destructive," Raj muttered to himself,
"but my energy drains very fast if I use it repeatedly."
"For long-distance combat, I definitely have an advantage," he continued, thinking aloud.
"But in close combat, I don't."
"My physical condition has improved, but it's only at a normal soldier level—not much higher. I can't rely only on my powers."
"I need proper fighting training and daily exercise," Raj concluded
.
"My body has to match my power."
He continued testing—controlling small and large objects, sensing sounds up to one kilometer away, observing movements, and even testing mental shock.
After hours of testing, Raj finally understood his real limits.
"Now I know where I stand," he said firmly.
"I need to work harder to increase all of this."
"First," he planned,
"physical training to increase strength and stamina."
"Second, hand-to-hand combat training."
"Third, better control over small objects—so I'm never at a disadvantage in a real fight."
After completing his tests, Raj focused his power and lifted himself off the ground.
He flew across the entire area.
"This is amazing," he smiled.
"Much better than my previous attempt."
While flying, Raj carefully measured his power usage.
"My power isn't limited," he realized.
"It becomes stronger as I become stronger."
"There are only two conditions," he said seriously.
"First, I must improve my physical fitness."
"Second, I must improve my mental control."
"My mental shock ability isn't very strong yet," Raj analyzed,
"but it can easily kill a normal person."
"So I should never use it to kill," he decided.
"I can use it to distract, confuse, or knock someone unconscious—but only if I control it perfectly."
After completing everything, Raj returned to the petrol pump and headed home.
On the way, he thought about the old man's words—about others like him existing in this world.
The thought excited him.
By the time he reached home, it was around three o'clock.
His mother was watching a serial, and his sister had just returned after finishing her court cases. She sat beside their mother, watching TV.
Raj didn't disturb them.
He went straight to his room and started writing his training plan.
He had time.
And this time, he wasn't going to waste it.
Raj was writing his future training plan when his phone suddenly vibrated.
A notification flashed on the screen.
He had created a special app that alerted him to any major crime or emergency happening in Delhi.
Raj opened the alert.
Breaking News:
Delhi bank terrorists escape after police encounter. Their next target is Delhi Public High School. Police and military forces have surrounded the area, but the terrorists are using students and staff as hostages.
Raj's expression changed instantly.
He stood up.
Without wasting a second, his eyes turned blue.
From a hidden compartment in his room, he took out a blue-and-white caped coat and a mask. He put them on carefully, covering his face so no one could recognize him.
"Let's do it," Raj said firmly.
"People need me."
Using his power, he lifted off from inside his house and flew straight toward the school.
High in the sky, Raj felt the cold wind rushing past him.
"Feels cooler up here," he muttered.
"This is the highest I've ever flown."
No one on the ground noticed anything. No one thought to look up.
Delhi Public High School
The entire area was in chaos.
Police vehicles, military forces, reporters, and crying parents surrounded the school. The air was filled with fear and panic.
Inside the school, the terrorists had made no demands yet.
Reporters spoke continuously on camera.
"Breaking news from Delhi," one reporter said.
"Terrorists have taken control of Delhi Public High School. Students and staff are being held hostage. Police and military forces are present, but no demands have been made so far. We will update you as soon as more information is available."
Parents cried helplessly, praying for their children.
High above, Raj observed everything carefully.
He didn't rush in.
He analyzed the building.
Ten terrorists.
All armed.
Spread across different sections of the school.
Hundreds of students under their control.
Using his mental energy, Raj mapped out every possible entry route—avoiding police, military, and cameras.
Then he moved.
Silently.
Raj entered one classroom where two terrorists were holding students at gunpoint.
Children were crying, shaking in fear.
"Shut up!" one terrorist shouted.
"Cry again and I'll shoot!"
Suddenly, both terrorists felt something behind them.
They turned.
A figure stood there—blue-and-white coat, mask covering his face, eyes glowing blue.
Before they could react
Both terrorists collapsed, unconscious.
The classroom went silent.
The students stared in shock.
A superhero.
Right in front of them.
"Don't be afraid," Raj said calmly.
"You're safe now."
He moved quickly.
One classroom after another.
Six terrorists were neutralized within minutes. Children and teachers were guided to safety.
The students followed Raj's instructions without question. For the first time since the attack began, hope filled the school corridors.
Raj finally reached the main hall.
The terrorist leader stood there with three others, holding teachers and staff hostage.
The leader smirked.
"Who are you?" he sneered.
"Police? Military? How dare you come here!"
One terrorist raised his gun to shoot.
Raj didn't give them a second.
Using his power, he froze all three terrorists in midair.
"What's happening?!"
"My hands—my legs!"
"You monster!"
Raj crushed their arms and legs with controlled force, breaking their bones and slamming them to the ground. They screamed in pain before losing consciousness.
The leader laughed nervously and opened his jacket.
A bomb.
"Don't move!" he shouted.
"One step and I'll blow up the entire school. You'll die with me—along with all the students and teachers!"
Raj's eyes flashed.
Without hesitation, he used nearby ropes from the school storage, binding the leader tightly in an instant. Then he used mental shock—precise and controlled.
The leader collapsed unconscious.
Silence.
The school was safe.
Teachers and students stared at Raj with disbelief and gratitude.
"Thank you," a teacher said emotionally.
"What's your name? Who are you?"
Raj said nothing.
He turned and walked away.
Outside, police and military forces noticed movement.
They looked up just in time to see a masked figure flying into the sky.
"Stop!" someone shouted.
Too late.
Raj was already gone.
Parents reunited with their children, crying tears of relief.
"My son… you're safe."
"My daughter… thank God."
Police gathered statements from teachers, but no one knew the hero's identity.
Only one thing was clear.
This wasn't a normal human.
Back at home, Raj removed his costume and carefully stored it away. He sat on his bed and let out a deep breath.
The mission was successful.
"I feel lighter now," he said quietly.
"Let's sleep."
That night, social media exploded.
TV channels replayed blurry footage of a masked figure rescuing students and teachers.
Delhi had witnessed the birth of something new.
The media gave him a name.
Rodra.
And just like that
Rodra was born.