Downtown Los Angeles, America.
Christmas Trees are lit, and People are walking happily, enjoying the Christmas holiday. In the meantime, A boy walked on the street of Los Angeles, admiring the beauty of this City. When he passed by a Coffee Shop and looked at the date on a calendar on the wall, the calendar showed December 25, 1988. He could not help but reminisce.
Arjun Anderson, born in 1972, is 16 years old. He is an Indian American, as his father was Smith Anderson, was an American citizen, while his mother, Sunita Chohan, was from India. Due to a tragic accident last month, they both passed away, leaving him alone. At that time, the original Arjun Anderson should have died along with them, but a new soul from 2025 arrived in his body. He is Arjun Malhotra in his previous life.
He is back from 2025 to 1988. In his Past life, he was an actor in India. He spent twenty-five years in Bollywood but never had the chance to be a famous actor. He died during a plane crash. During his transmigration, a mutation had occurred. He had a lot of memories in his mind and had a strong physique with a strong recovery ability. He also has a photographic memory and remembers everything from his previous life. This should be his cheat as a transmigrator.
As he was reminiscing, he arrived at a deserted place. He saw a group of black men harassing a girl. As it was dark and she was surrounded, he could not see the girl's face. He looked around there were twelve people.
"Leave her alone!"
The words rang out, sharp against the emptiness.
The men turned. At the edge of the cracked sidewalk stood Arjun Anderson. Arjun Anderson, sixteen, slim and youthful, but his stance was steady and defiant. He was strikingly handsome, his looks a rare blend of Indian warmth and Western sharpness. His smooth, golden olive skin glowed under the dim light, highlighting his high cheekbones and strong jawline. What made him unforgettable were his brilliant green eyes, burning like emeralds, fierce yet mesmerizing.
The leader chuckled, spreading his arms. "Kid… this is Downtown. Heroes don't walk here at night."
But Arjun didn't flinch. His dark hair, slightly tousled, framed his face perfectly, giving him a rugged charm. Handsome to the point of intimidation, his features held a harmony of Indian warmth blended with Western sharpness, which is something rare, something arresting.
The leader spat on the ground and sneered. "Look at this pretty boy. Thinks he can save her?"
As he said this, one thug lunged. Arjun moved fast, ducking under the swing and driving his fist into the man's ribs. The thug groaned, collapsing to the pavement. The others shouted, rushing him in a blur of fists and boots. Seeing this, five men charged at him simultaneously, fists swinging. Arjun flowed, ducking low and pivoting into a spinning back kick that landed squarely in one of the man's ribs. A second attacker threw a wild punch; Arjun sidestepped, caught the wrist, and twisted it into a joint lock, sending him sprawling into a dumpster with a painful grunt.
One attacker swung a crowbar. Arjun ducked, trapping the arm, flipping him over with a low sprawl throw that made metal clang against asphalt. He pivoted, delivering a palm strike to the chin, a knee to the abdomen, and a spinning elbow to another attacker's shoulder. In the blink of an eye, he defeated them.
The girl gasped, clutching her chest, her wide eyes, which looked shocked, remained locked on him.
Six men were already down, groaning on the pavement. The rest hesitated.
The leader snarled, pulling a knife. "I'll cut you, boy."
Seeing this, Arjun's green eyes locked on him, narrowing. Using a Muay Thai clinch, he closed the distance, controlling the man's arms, and rained down a series of elbows to the ribs and shoulders, forcing the knife to clatter uselessly to the ground. A swift roundhouse kick sent the man stumbling back into the wall. After seeing their leader knocked down, the rest of them fled. Arjun didn't chase them. The alley was quiet now as the last of the thugs had fled.
Finally, Arjun looked at the girl; she looked somewhat familiar. The girl stepped forward hesitantly, her golden hair catching the flickering light. Her blue eyes were wide and luminous, filled with relief and awe, and her lips trembled slightly.
"Th… thank you," she said softly. "I… I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't come."
Arjun's gaze softened, and he ran a hand through his dark hair, wiping sweat from his forehead. "It's alright. You're safe now," he said, his emerald green eyes studying her carefully.
She took a small step closer, voice quieter. "I… I just arrived in Los Angeles. I'm trying to find my way… I'm Nicole… Nicole Kidman."
The words struck something deep in Arjun's mind. His green eyes narrowed slightly as recognition sparked. He remembered her; she is one of the future goddesses of Hollywood.
He looked at Nicole Kidman, her golden hair framed a porcelain face with high cheekbones and full, inviting lips, while her luminous blue eyes held both innocence and a subtle, magnetic allure. Tall, slender, and graceful, she moved with effortless poise, every gesture exuding a quiet sensuality that drew the gaze of anyone near her.
Arjun couldn't take his eyes off her. Nicole's beauty was captivating, and he could feel his heart racing faster than usual. Yet, on the surface, he remained composed, his calm demeanour hiding the storm of admiration inside.
Finally, he introduced himself, his voice steady despite the flutter in his chest. "I'm Arjun Anderson."
Nicole turned to him, her eyes reflecting a mix of curiosity and warmth. "You were amazing back there, the way you fought just now."
Arjun offered a modest nod. "Thanks. It's not safe Downtown at night. I can drop you."
She nodded, trusting him implicitly. They drove in comfortable silence for a moment, the city lights casting fleeting patterns across their faces. Then, as the car glided through the streets, their conversation began to flow naturally.
Nicole spoke about herself, about her life in Australia, her early career as an actress, and how she had just arrived in America a week ago with dreams of making it in Hollywood. Arjun listened intently, occasionally sharing details about himself, his own ambitions to become an actor, and the struggles and excitement that came with chasing such dreams.
They even exchanged phone numbers, the gesture simple yet significant, a promise of future connection. Soon, they reached her apartment building. Arjun parked the car and opened the door for her. As Nicole stepped out, she turned back to him, a playful glint in her eyes. "To thank you properly, I'd like to invite you to dinner sometime."
Arjun smiled, a hint of pride in his calm expression. "It would be my pleasure to be invited by a beautiful lady."
Nicole laughed softly, nodding in acknowledgment, then turned and walked into the building. Arjun watched her go, a quiet determination settling in his heart. She will be mine sooner or later.
Arjun arrived back at his home, took a bath, and started making a plan for his future. This is a golden era, full of opportunities. He sorted everything his parents left for himself: a house in which he is living, a car he is driving, and 3 hundred thousand dollars in savings and insurance.
This is not enough for his start-up capital; he needs to accumulate funds quickly. He thought for a while and decided to write Novels. He had read many manga and Novels in his previous life, so he decided to adapt a manga named "The beginning after the end," a web novel published in 2017. It's an online novel, a popular web novel series created by Brandon Lee. It has achieved 62 million reads.