Mukul had always felt different, even in the bustling streets of Delhi. While other teens worried about exams or hanging out with friends, he was drawn to the quiet corners of libraries, the hum of hospital corridors, and the mysterious tales his grandfather whispered about dragons and warriors of old.
That morning, a letter arrived, sealed with an emblem he had never seen—a dragon coiled around a crescent moon. Inside was a simple message:
"Your destiny awakens tonight. Prepare."
Confused but intrigued, Mukul pocketed the letter. By sunset, strange events began. The air around his apartment grew heavy, almost alive. From the shadows of the alley below, he noticed a sleek black car idling. Inside, men in sharp suits—too polished for ordinary street thugs—watched him with piercing eyes. Mafia, he realized. And he hadn't done anything… yet.
Before he could react, a roar shook the sky. Mukul ran to the rooftop, heart pounding. Above, a dragon—massive, scales glinting like molten gold—circled, its wings whipping the air into a frenzy. Fear gripped him, but strangely, it was familiar. Deep inside, he felt a surge of something ancient, something powerful.
"Who… who are you?" he whispered, and the dragon tilted its massive head, golden eyes locking onto his. In that moment, a memory flashed—training he never remembered receiving, knowledge of herbs, martial forms, and battle strategies flooding his mind. He could move faster, see clearer, think sharper.
The black car men approached, unaware of the dragon above. Mukul clenched his fists. He didn't fully understand how, but his body reacted on instinct. With a leap that felt more graceful than human, he landed behind them, disarming one in seconds. The others froze, stunned. This wasn't just luck—this was skill, heritage, destiny.
Then came the message he had long ignored: the healing. A woman in the apartment below had collapsed—her heart racing dangerously. Without hesitation, Mukul rushed down. Hands trembling slightly, he applied pressure, recalled the exact pulse points and herbal remedies whispered to him in dreams, and slowly, her breathing steadied.
When she opened her eyes, Mukul smiled weakly. "You're safe now."
Her gratitude was brief; the dragon's roar reminded them both that this night was far from ordinary. The sky seemed to split with a tear of golden light, revealing a shadowed figure watching from above. His instincts screamed—this was no ordinary enemy.
Mukul's grandfather's words echoed in his mind: "When blood of the old line meets the world of men, balance must be kept. Fight wisely, heal gently, and trust only what your heart recognizes."
As the city lights flickered and the dragon circled higher, Mukul knew the ordinary world he had known was gone. Somewhere between mystical dragons, dangerous criminals, mysterious corporations, and secret lovers, he had to find his path.
Tonight was only the beginning