A young man was lying motionless in the middle of the highway, and blood was flowing from his forehead.
" Life sucks, even after struggling my whole life, and when I was about to have little peace.. god killed me."
Rudra was the boy lying here. He was an orphan, but he didn't let his hope down and worked hard to get a degree. He looked for a job everywhere.
Yesterday he got a call from an IT company that he was selected for the job and he needs to join from tomorrow.
Till this morning, everything was great until he got on the bus to reach the office.
Suddenly, a riot happened between different political parties over religion.
An outburst erupted amid the chaos, which infuriated the public.
This fueled rage brought the entire area into chaos, where people started to beat everyone, and a group of people started to burn down public buses.
Rudra, who was on the bus, ran down from the bus toward the open area to be safe, but from behind, someone hit him with a metal object on his head, which took him down.
Although Rudra was bleeding, he didn't die immediately but saw the horror of what people had turned religion into a political agenda.
But he couldn't even speak about which religion he belonged to. His parent threw him away when he was just born.
Looking at his situation, Rudra thought to himself.
"It's better to die now than to have anyone in life who depends on me and then die in this situation. At least I won't have to worry about these things."
But Rudra's eyes were explaining his unwillingness to die; after all, he was just 22 years old.
As the flow of blood was getting slow, his eyes started flickering, and his body started to have a final twitch to struggle with the last drop of energy left.
Rudra died, didn't know what happened, but he looked around only to see that everything was dark.
He could hear someone speaking, but he couldn't distinguish what they were saying.
So he tried to move toward the sound, only to feel he couldn't move forward. He didn't even feel his hands and legs.
"Where am I? Why can't I move? Hello, anyone there?"
Rudra asked for help long but he didn't get any answer. He didn't know when he felt tired, and he was sleeping.
During this period, he tried different ways to understand where he was. But he finally got his answer in a few days.
He learned from the voice coming, and then he analyzed that he might be a fetus, and then he might have been reborn.
But he can't be sure where or when.
"It's good to be reborn, but this time they don't throw me like the last one."
Rudra's biggest fear was thrown out again when he was just an infant. He can't even have a chance to survive.
"If there is any god, please be merciful upon me in this life."
Rudra, who had awakened his consciousness in the womb, was always eager to hear about the outside world so he could determine whether his situation was good or bad.
But he did hear partial voices in bits and pieces.
"So this might be an ancient era. But shouldn't a person be reborn ahead rather than in the past?"
Rudra, who didn't have an idea of time in the womb, didn't know how much time was left for his delivery.
At the same time.
Outside the world, in a huge palace. A woman with a big belly was walking in the back garden, where you could see that different flowers were planted.
While she was walking in the garden, she gently caressed her belly to feel her child.
As she was in the flow of walking, a sudden footstep sound came from the back.
She turned only to see a man in his late 20s walking toward her.
"How are you, my wife? Is he creating a problem?"
As men spoke, he also extended his hand and gently stroked the belly.
"How can he create a problem for me, but as the time of delivery comes, I feel coming out for walks makes me feel more at ease."
She looked at the man while explaining, then she thought of something.
"You came here in the daytime, leaving court ahead of schedule. Are you going somewhere, my prince?"
The man looked at his wife.
"You can still judge the situation without even explaining. What would have happened if I hadn't married you?"
She looked at him with some resentment.
"I don't care what urgent thing has happened, but you need to be back in 10 days. The little one might come out in a month."
Then she looked at him and asked, "Is it about the demon that attacked North Province?"
Men thought, but he still explained.
"It is about that one, but you don't need to worry. Your husband's strength isn't something that anyone can easily shake."
Men looked at the belly for a few seconds and said.
"The emperor might be waiting for good news from all of his grandchildren. I hope this one also has good talent. After all, we can only shelter and create a good environment, but we can't do anything with talent."
"Nandini, take care of yourself. I will return by the time the little one is born."
Nandini looked at her husband with complicated feelings.
She knew her husband wasn't favored by the father, so even the minister in court tried to push him hard. Even if you are the emperor's son, there is no point.
But thanks to her husband being a talented warrior, his strength was enough to influence the outcome of any situation.
"My child will be a great warrior; otherwise, there are a lot of wolves to tear us apart."
Rudra, still in the womb, had no idea that the world he was about to be born into was far more complicated than he could ever imagine.