[Scene: Normies Earth – 20 Years Later]
September 14, 2020
The camera opens with a sweeping aerial view of India, zooming in on the bustling city of Mumbai. The sound of car horns and the hum of a crowded metropolis fade into the background as the camera pans over to St. Xavier's High School, a sprawling institution of cream-coloured buildings surrounded by tall iron gates. Students in uniforms chatter and laugh as they walk through the courtyard. The camera transitions into the corridors, narrowing its focus on a group of boys cornering a timid, bespectacled kid clutching his books tightly.
Main Bully (mocking):
Oi, bookworm! What's in that bag? The cure for being pathetic?
The boy, visibly trembling, tries to back away, but the bullies' leader, a tall, rich, and arrogant-looking boy with slicked-back hair, blocks his path. His gold watch glents in the sunlight streaming through the window.
Main Bully (sneering):
What's the matter, nerd? Don't tell me you're scared!
His lackeys laugh as the leader grabs the boy's bag and dumps its contents on the ground. Books and papers are scattered across the floor.
Nerd Kid (pleading):
Please... stop... I didn't do anything!
The bullies laugh harder, closing in. But before the leader can say another word, a small marble flies through the air and strikes him square in the eye.
Main Bully (yelling):
OW! My eye! Who the hell did that?!
The camera pans to reveal Aditya Pratap, standing casually at the other end of the corridor with a cocky grin. He's 5'11, with an athletic build and wavy hair, though his shirt is untucked, giving him an air of rebellion. He swings a catapult lazily in his hand as his name and age appear on the screen:
Aditya Pratap – Age 19
Aditya (mocking):
Oops! Sorry, my aim's a little rusty. But hey, at least you're already dressed like a pirate Oberoy. The eye patch will suit you.
The other bullies help their leader to his feet as he glares at Aditya, holding his bruised eye.
Rohan (furious):
You're dead, Pratap! Boys, get him!
The bullies charge toward Aditya, but he steps forward, smiling confidently. The nerd kid scrambles away as Aditya raises a hand to stop the bullies in their tracks.
Aditya (smirking):
Hold on, hold on. You're all coming at me at once? That hardly seems fair... for you.
One of the bullies swings a punch, but Aditya ducks effortlessly, countering with a quick jab to the bully's stomach. The boy doubles over in pain, gasping for air. Another bully lunges at him, but Aditya sidesteps, tripping him and sending him sprawling to the ground.
Aditya (mocking):
Two down already? Come on, I was hoping for a challenge!
The remaining bullies rush him, but Aditya uses his agility to dodge their attacks. He grabs one by the collar and spins him into another, sending both tumbling to the ground. Within moments, the group is lying in a heap, groaning in pain. Aditya dusts off his hands, grinning.
Aditya(grinning):
Pro tip, Maybe try not being terrible at fighting next time.
The main bully, humiliated, pulls out his phone and calls someone. Moments later, a group of older boys, clearly not students, arrive, flanking the bully like bodyguards.
Rohan (menacingly):
Let's see you act cocky now, Pratap. These boys don't play around.
The bodyguards close in, but before they can act, two boys emerge from the crowd. The first is Ashvin, a sharply dressed 20-year-old who adjusts his now-creased uniform with a sigh of annoyance. The second is Shivam, a muscular 20-year-old cracking his knuckles with a dangerous smile. Their names appear on the screen:
Ashvin – Age 19
Shivam – Age 18
Ashvin (frowning):
You're hopeless, Aditya. How many times do I have to tell you? Call us before you get yourself surrounded.
Shivam (grinning):
Yeah, that's what cousins are for. Now, let's clean up your mess.
Ashvin punches one of the bodyguards square in the jaw, sending him staggering back. Shivam grabs another by the collar, lifting him off the ground and slamming him into the wall.
Aditya (sarcastically):
Oh, I had it under control. But sure, thanks for the assist, boys.
Just as the three boys begin to dominate the fight, a group of 20 more bodyguards in suits rushes in through the school gates. They form a circle around Aditya, Ashvin, and Shivam, their movements professional and precise.
Rohan (mocking):
Let's see how you handle this, Pratap. You've got nowhere to run now!
The camera zooms in on Aditya's face, his grin never faltering.
Aditya:
Run? You must be new here.
The fight begins in earnest, with the three boys using every ounce of their strength and skill to take down the bodyguards. Ashvin moves with calculated precision, aiming for weak points and using his environment to his advantage. Shivam relies on brute strength, tossing opponents like ragdolls. Aditya is a whirlwind of dodges, counters, and quick strikes, his movements almost playful despite the intensity of the battle.
Despite their efforts, the bodyguards' sheer numbers begin to overwhelm them. Aditya takes a hard punch to the ribs, falling to one knee. Shivam and Ashvin, both covered in bruises, struggle to keep up with the relentless attacks.
As one of the bodyguards grabs Aditya from behind, a small figure leaps into the air, delivering a flying kick to the bodyguard's chest. The man stumbles back, crashing into a locker. The camera pans to reveal a 16-year-old boy adjusting his glasses, his confident smirk shining through. His name flashes on the screen:
Harshit – Age 16
Harshit (calmly):
Bhaiya, you always pick the wrong people to mess with. Finish this up before break ends. I haven't even finished my lunch.
Harshit pulls out a small test tube from his pocket, already bubbling with a mysterious chemical reaction. He shakes it and then smashes it on the ground, creating a thick cloud of smoke that envelops the area.
Aditya (coughing, sarcastically):
Great timing, Einstein! Next time, warn me before you make us choke!
Using the cover of the smoke, the four boys take down several bodyguards. Harshit uses his intellect to outsmart his larger opponents, creating improvised traps and distractions with chemicals hidden in his pockets. Despite their smaller size, the group takes out 10 of the attackers.
Just as the tide seems to turn against them again, one of the bodyguards goes for a brutal punch on Aditya. The punch stops mid-air, caught by a massive hand. The camera pans up to reveal a towering figure—Steve Jones, 6'5 with a light mustache and a confident grin. His name appears on the screen:
Steve Jones – Age 19
Steve (grinning):
My guy, you've gone rusty, haven't you?
With a single motion, Steve lifts the bodyguard off the ground and slams him into the floor with bone-shattering force.
Steve:
Whoever messes with my friend will have to go through me!
With Steve's arrival, the fight turns completely. The five boys unleash their full strength, taking down the remaining bodyguards with brutal efficiency. Aditya and Steve team up to take down the main bully's two strongest bodyguards, while Harshit uses his tactics to disable another. Ashvin and Shivam, despite their injuries, finish off the rest with a combination of calculated strikes and sheer power.
Rohan (terrified):
Y-you can't do this! My dad will hear about this!
Aditya (grinning):
Good. Tell him to send smarter bodyguards next time.
Aditya takes down Rohan with one final punch, leaving him groaning on the ground. The boys stand victorious, bruised but triumphant.
The camera pans to the group of five, leaning against the wall to catch their breath. Harshit adjusts his glasses, looking annoyed.
Harshit:
Can we go now? I still haven't finished my sandwich.
Aditya (laughing):
Relax, Einstein. We've got plenty of time.
Steve (grinning):
Just another day, huh?
The five boys laugh as the camera pans out, showing the scattered, groaning bodies of their defeated opponents. The sound of rushed footsteps echoes down the hall as two figures approach the chaotic scene. The first is Rashi, a strikingly beautiful teacher with an air of unshakable confidence, her posture straight, and her sharp eyes taking in the mess. Her name and age flash on the screen:
Rashi Mehta – Age 25
From the other side of the corridor came Ajay, a tall, wiry man wearing a long lab coat, his hands in his pockets. His dishevelled hair and half-lidded eyes give him the appearance of someone perpetually bored, but his movements exude quiet strength. His name and age appear on the screen:
Ajay Rana – Age 27
Rashi strides forward, her voice cutting through the chaos like a whip.
Rashi (sternly):
That's enough! Everyone stop this nonsense right now!
Ajay doesn't bother to raise his voice. Instead, he walks casually into the fray, grabbing two unconscious bullies by their collars and dragging them aside effortlessly, one in each hand.
Ajay (yawning):
Can we skip the dramatics and head straight to the principal's office? Dealing with you brats every day is becoming a real pain.
Rashi approaches Aditya and his group, taking in their bloodied and bruised forms. Despite their injuries, they stand victorious, while Rohan and his men lie unconscious on the floor. Rashi puts her hands on her hips, her voice carrying a mixture of authority and exasperation.
Rashi:
Aditya Pratap, how many times do I have to tell you to behave? Do you boys ever learn?
Aditya, still grinning despite a cut on his lip, whispers cheekily as she helps Shivam steady himself:
Aditya (grinning):
Took you both long enough.
The camera shifts to the principal's office, a spacious room with rows of bookshelves and a massive wooden desk. The principal, an elderly man with a stern face and greying hair, sits behind the desk as the groups stand before him.
Rohan, still nursing a black eye, glares at Aditya's group, his rich parents standing behind him. One of them, a sharp-dressed businessman with a voice dripping with authority, steps forward to address the principal.
Rohan's Father (angrily):
My son is the victim here! He was attacked by these thugs! I demand immediate expulsion for all of them!
Principal:
Mr. Oberoy, calm yourself. I will decide what actions to take.
The camera pans to Rashi, who steps forward with an air of calm defiance. Her voice is smooth and unyielding.
Rashi:
With all due respect, sir, I think you're mistaken. From what I saw, it was Rohan and his friends who started this fight. The other boys were just defending themselves.
Ajay, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, yawns loudly, drawing everyone's attention.
Ajay (nonchalantly):
Yeah, whatever she said. I saw the whole thing. These kids didn't throw the first punch.
Rohan's mother, visibly furious, points a manicured finger at Ajay.
Rohan's Mother:
This is absurd! How can you take the word of these... delinquents over my son's?
Rashi (smiling slyly):
Because, unlike your son, we don't need to make up stories. And the hallway cameras will prove it, won't they?
Rashi's clever retort leaves the parents speechless. The principal sighs heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose.
Principal:
Enough. Rohan Oberoy is suspended for a month, effective immediately. As for Aditya and his group...
The boys tense, waiting for their punishment.
Principal:
Detention. For a week. Rashi and Ajay, you're assigned to oversee them during this time.
The boys exhale in relief as Rohan's parents glare at them. As the group leaves the office, Rashi and Ajay lead them into the hallway.
As they walk through the school halls, Aditya nudges Ajay with a grin.
Aditya:
Ajay bhai, you really saved our asses back there.
Ajay (shrugging):
Don't mention it. Seriously, don't. It's exhausting just thinking about it.
Rashi grabs Ashvin and Shivam by the ears, twisting them until their faces turn red.
Rashi:
It won't last for long if you two don't start acting like civilized human beings!
Ashvin (grimacing):
Yes, didi! Yes, please let go!
Shivam (pleading):
We'll be good! We promise!
Aditya laughs, rubbing his bruised shoulder.
Steve (chuckling):
Thanks, ma'am. Really. I'm not sure what we'd do without you two.
Rashi (raising an eyebrow):
You'd probably end up expelled. Or worse.
The camera pans out as the group walks through the bustling corridors, their bruised faces drawing stares from curious students. Whispers ripple through the crowd as students point and murmur among themselves.
Student 1 (whispering):
There's the Pratap family again. Always in the middle of something.
Student 2 (awed):
Did you hear? They took down Rohan and his whole group!
Student 3:
Yeah, and with Ajay and Rashi looking out for them, they never get into real trouble.
The camera lingers on Aditya and his group as they walk, their camaraderie evident in their banter and teasing.
The Pratap Family – United in Chaos. Feared by All.
AUTHOR'S NOTE
Hello readers, welcome back!
I can't tell you how THRILLED I am to finally kick off the second arc of our story! The hiatus was worth it—it gave me the chance to polish all the artwork and tighten up the narrative. So many of you reached out with thoughtful feedback (you're the BEST readers ever!), and I've taken your suggestions to heart. You asked for tighter pacing, and trust me, you're going to get it! The story moves at an exciting clip from here on out. I've missed you all during the break, and I'm beyond excited to continue this journey together. Every comment you leave fuels my creativity, and every share helps our little community grow.
Let's dive back in together—the best is yet to come!