Chandreshpur.
A small village in Uttar Pradesh, surrounded by dusty roads, green fields, and whispers of old legends. Life here seemed simple from the outside, but within its mud walls and crowded courtyards lay countless stories—of struggle, betrayal, survival, and hidden power.
This is where my story begins.
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I was never the obedient child people expected me to be.
In my village, I was known as the troublemaker—the boy who never listened, never followed the rules, and often ended up in fights. But while everyone dismissed me as stubborn and wild, there was one thing I was always good at: studying.
School came naturally to me. Numbers, words, and books felt easy. But the village school could never satisfy me. The classrooms were broken, the teachers careless, and the atmosphere suffocating. I wanted more… but for a long time, I had no choice but to stay.
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My father was not with us. He worked in the city, sending money home every month, hoping his family was safe and cared for. But reality was cruel. The money never truly reached my mother.
My grandmother and aunts kept it for themselves, leaving my mother to struggle in silence. She fell sick often, but no one paid for her medicines. Instead, she was insulted, blamed, and forced to do all the housework. Even when she was too weak to stand, she continued—because she wanted to keep the family together.
I still remember the nights when my mother would cry quietly in the corner of our mud house, her body burning with fever, yet her hands washing dishes or kneading flour. She had no choice. For the sake of her children, she endured it all.
Sometimes, when the pain was too much, she would borrow money from her brother. He was the only one who ever stood by her. My uncle's help was the reason we survived those years.
But destiny was not kind.
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Our village also had its own legend.
A name everyone feared and respected: Sadlu Don.
He was a dacoit—a bandit whose name echoed through nearby villages. But unlike others of his kind, Sadlu never harmed his own people. He looted travelers and merchants on the highways at night, but never touched the villagers. In fact, many saw him as their protector.
Yet, his world was not without enemies.
One night, a rival gang entered Chandreshpur. They were more than thirty men, armed and hungry for power. Sadlu was alone. Everyone thought it was his end.
But the man was no ordinary bandit.
With a single thunderous slap, he sent the rival leader crashing to the ground, his teeth scattering in the dirt. The night froze.
"Listen carefully," Sadlu growled, his eyes burning in the moonlight. "If you dare trouble my people again… none of you will live to see the next sunrise."
The rival gang fled, never daring to return. From that day, Sadlu Don's name became legend. The villagers respected him, the police feared him, and outsiders whispered about him as if he were a ghost.
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Years passed.
Sadlu grew older, but his bloodline carried on.
Among his descendants was a boy unlike any other—me.
My name is Abhishek.
But the villagers gave me another name: Yangis.
Why? Because I was born with a power that no one could explain. A strength so terrifying that even as a child, I could sense it inside me—burning, restless, waiting to be unleashed. They said I could defeat an army in moments if I ever lost control.
But power is dangerous. And power without control is deadly.
So I hid it.
From everyone.
Even my closest friends never knew. I pretended to be normal, simple, weak. The truth remained buried deep inside.
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My life in the village was lonely. The children stayed away from me. They whispered behind my back, calling me strange, cursed, dangerous. None of them wanted to be my friend.
At school, I kept to myself. At home, I watched my mother suffer silently under the cruelty of her own family. My father knew nothing. He thought his money kept us alive, but in truth, it was being stolen before it ever reached us.
The breaking point came one day when my mother was beaten without reason. She had done nothing wrong—yet she was punished, humiliated, and left crying. That day, my uncle came again. And when he saw the bruises on his sister's face, he could not forgive it.
He took us away.
For a year, we lived with him, safe from the cruelty of our so-called family. When my father finally discovered the truth, he returned from the city and brought us to live with him there.
I thought life in the city would be different. Better. And in some ways, it was. But the loneliness in my heart never truly went away.
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In the city, I continued my studies. My father arranged tuitions for me, hoping I would do well. But while I studied during the day, my real battles were fought in secret.
Every evening, I practiced my powers in hidden corners, far from the eyes of others.
I trained, experimented, and struggled to control the energy inside me. One mistake could destroy everything. That was the curse of my gift.
And then… something unexpected happened.
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At tuition, I saw her.
A girl with bright eyes, soft laughter, and a presence that pulled me like a magnet. Her name was Gauri.
At first, I only went to tuition to study. But after meeting her, I found myself waiting for each evening, counting down the hours just to see her face. Even when I was sick, I forced myself to go—just for a glimpse of her.
Slowly, we became friends.
We walked to school together, returned together, laughed together. For the first time in my life, I felt… normal.
But fate, once again, was cruel.
Another girl entered the picture—Bhumi. She was loud, dominating, and soon pulled Gauri away from me. They became close, while I was left behind, watching silently.
I still saw Gauri every day in class. I still sat at the back, just to watch her smile. My heart found peace just in her presence. But the distance between us grew.
And then came the worst moment.
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One day, Gauri's birthday arrived. My friend Shivam, mischievous as always, joked loudly, "Hey Abhi, your brother-in-law is here!"
He meant nothing serious. But someone overheard.
The words spread like fire.
Within hours, the whole class knew. And so did Gauri.
Her smile vanished. Her laughter stopped. She looked at me with anger, betrayal, and disgust.
She thought I had crossed a line.
That day, I realized my secret feelings had been exposed. My one-sided love, the emotions I had hidden for years, were no longer mine alone.
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But while my classmates only saw a foolish boy in love… they did not know the truth.
They did not know that inside me burned a power so dangerous it could shatter them all.
And they did not know that my story—my real story—was only just beginning.