The night was filled with tension. Inside the Naliniya clan's massive palace, nestled in the heart of the Aryaksha empire, shadows danced across the marble walls. A storm of voices filled the hall as Vikramaditya stood firm before Rajendra Naliniya, the leader of the clan.
The old man's anger was evident on his face. However, Vikramaditya's resolve did not waver.
"I swear on my life—I will protect and love Kalyani to the end of my life. Let me prove that I can keep her happy," Vikramaditya said, his voice steady, with more heart than pride.
Rajendra's eyes narrowed. His voice cut through the silence like a blade.
"You have come here with only Mahatva (Elemental Mastery) 5-star cultivation and are asking for my daughter's hand?"
The words struck a chord, but Vikramaditya did not back down. His hands clenched into fists. His voice became low, but not from fear—only from determination.
"My cultivation may be less for now, but my devotion is no less. I can stake my life on her, and I will."
Rajendra snapped.
"Save me from your proclamations. You will never deserve my precious daughter!"
Before another word could be said, Kalyani Naliniya entered the hall. Her presence was like the first rain after a dry summer—gentle, calm, and much needed.
"You don't need to convince anyone," she said softly, walking up to Vikramaditya. "Our love doesn't need approval to be real."
Rajendra laughed—a bitter, mocking sound that echoed off the stone walls.
"You think love will protect him? Elders! Warriors! Kill that bastard!"
Dozens of guards rushed in, their auras full of hostility. The air buzzed with magical energy, and at that moment, all tenderness vanished.
Vikramaditya shifted position. Kalyani followed him. Though she was only on Mahatva (Elemental Mastery) 2-star, she was ready.
Storms of energy tore through the hall. The two lovers fought like one body—shielding, striking, parrying. But numbers were not in their favor.
Sweat beaded on Vikramaditya's forehead. His breathing became shallow as his life force drained away. Still, he pressed forward.
"Kalyani… the hidden treasure," he gasped.
He activated his 100x shield, a shimmering dome wrapping around the two of them as the attacks rained down.
Without hesitation, Kalyani pulled out a sleek device—which they found during a clan mission, long hidden. As the enemies advanced, the teleportation charm flashed to life.
They vanished in a flashing light produced by the 'random teleportation' device, which Kalyani used.
Rajendra's voice echoed across the hall, which had gone mad with rage.
"Find them! I want all of you to search every inch of this Empire!"
On the other hand, Kalyani and Vikramaditya luckily teleport to a neighboring empire called the Vrishabha Empire. They saw a village some distance away; they looked at each other, grabbed each other's hands, and decided to live a new and happy life in this village.
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Two Years Later— Tamas Village
Tucked away on the border of the Vrishabha Empire, far from the reach of the palace, Vikramaditya and Kalyani found peace in a modest Tamas village.
Their days passed in peace. Their love did not fade—it grew deeper.
One stormy night, when thunder rumbled in the distance and the moon peeked through the broken clouds, a new scream echoed through their little home.
Kalyani had given birth.
Vikramaditya held the baby in his arms, awe shining in his eyes. The burden of fear, struggle, and exile had lightened—even if only for a moment.
"What should we name him?" he asked softly.
Kalyani, tired but glowing, smiled.
"Jai Veer," she whispered. "Jai for Victory and Veer for Bravery in Sanskrit."
Later, the village elder and astrologer, Jyotisharaya ji, came to bless the newborn. He silently studied the baby's palm and planetary alignment at the time of birth, eyes narrowed as he read the patterns and understood what they mean.
"It will not be an easy path for him," he finally said. "But his spirit will endure. With such strength, even fate will bend. But in the end, it all depends on him and how he faces his life challenges."
Vikramaditya and Kalyani looked at each other. They said nothing, but in their shared silence was a pledge—to protect, to trust, and to let their son create his own path and legacy.
"May Jai Veer bring light," Vikramaditya said, his voice full of hope. "Not just for us, but for all those who need it."