Chandreshpur — a small, forgotten village in Uttar Pradesh.
Surrounded by dusty roads, green fields, and whispers of old legends, it looked peaceful from the outside.
But behind its mud walls and crowded courtyards hid countless stories — stories of struggle, betrayal, survival, and a strange kind of power that refused to die.
And this… is where my story begins.
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I was never the obedient son the village expected me to be.
Everyone knew me as the troublemaker — the boy who fought, argued, and broke rules just to see what would happen.
But behind that reputation was something no one ever noticed — I was good at studying. Really good.
Books and numbers came easily to me. But the village school couldn't keep up.
The classrooms were broken, the teachers careless, and the lessons dull. I wanted more — more than Chandreshpur could ever give.
Yet, for years, I was trapped there… watching time move like a tired bullock cart through muddy streets.
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My father worked far away in the city.
Every month, he sent money home, believing we were safe and cared for.
But the truth was cruel — the money never reached my mother.
My grandmother and aunts kept it for themselves, leaving my mother to suffer in silence.
She fell sick often, yet no one bought her medicines. Instead, she was insulted, blamed, and forced to work even when she could barely stand.
I still remember those nights — her body burning with fever, hands trembling as she washed dishes or kneaded dough.
She cried quietly, thinking no one saw her. But I did.
Sometimes, she borrowed money from her brother — my uncle.
He was the only one who truly cared. Without his help, we wouldn't have survived those years.
But destiny never shows mercy.
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Every village has its legend, and ours was Sadlu Don — a name that carried both fear and respect.
He was a dacoit, a bandit whose fame stretched beyond Chandreshpur.
But unlike others of his kind, Sadlu never harmed his own people.
He robbed travelers and merchants under the moonlight but protected the villagers like a guardian spirit.
One night, a rival gang invaded our village — more than thirty men, armed and thirsty for power.
Sadlu stood alone. Everyone thought he was finished.
But Sadlu Don was no ordinary man.
With one thunderous slap, he sent their leader crashing to the ground, teeth scattering across the dust.
The night fell silent.
"Listen carefully," Sadlu growled, his voice echoing through the fields.
"If you ever trouble my people again, none of you will see the next sunrise."
The gang fled into the darkness.
From that day, Sadlu Don became a legend — respected by villagers, feared by the police, and spoken of by outsiders as if he were a ghost who ruled the night.
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Years passed, and Sadlu grew old.
But his bloodline… it didn't die.
Among his descendants was a boy unlike any other — me.
My name is Abhishek.
But the villagers called me something else — Yangis.
They said I was born with a strange power — a burning energy that no one could explain.
Even as a child, I could feel it within me — wild, restless, dangerous.
They believed I could crush an army if I ever lost control.
But power without control is a curse.
So I hid it. From everyone.
Even my closest friends never knew.
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Life in Chandreshpur was lonely.
Children whispered behind my back, calling me cursed, strange, dangerous.
At school, I kept to myself. At home, I watched my mother suffer under the cruelty of her own family.
My father knew nothing.
He believed his money was feeding us, but in truth, it was being stolen before it reached our hands.
The breaking point came one day when my mother was beaten — for no reason.
She had done nothing wrong, yet they humiliated her.
When my uncle saw her bruised face, he couldn't forgive it.
He took us away.
For a year, we lived with him — safe, finally breathing in peace.
When my father learned the truth, he returned and took us to live with him in the city.
I thought city life would be better.
And in some ways, it was.
But the loneliness inside me… never truly left.
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In the city, I continued my studies.
My father arranged tuitions, hoping I'd build a better future.
But while I studied during the day, my real battles began after sunset.
I trained in secret — away from the world's eyes.
Testing, controlling, fighting the storm that lived inside me.
One mistake could destroy everything I loved.
And then… she appeared.
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Her name was Gauri — a girl with laughter brighter than sunlight and eyes that could calm a raging heart.
At first, I only went to tuition to study. But after meeting her, I found myself waiting for the evenings, counting the hours just to see her face.
Slowly, we became friends.
We talked, laughed, and walked home together.
For the first time in my life, I felt… normal.
But fate never stays kind for long.
A new girl joined our class — Bhumi.
Loud, confident, and quick to win hearts.
Soon, she grew close to Gauri, and I was left behind — just a silent shadow.
I still saw Gauri every day. Still smiled when she did.
But the distance between us grew wider than ever.
Until the day everything changed.
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It was Gauri's birthday.
My mischievous friend Shivam shouted jokingly,
"Hey Abhi! Your brother-in-law's here!"
Everyone laughed — except Gauri.
Someone overheard. And within hours, rumors spread like wildfire.
By evening, the whole class knew. And so did she.
Her laughter disappeared. Her smile died.
The way she looked at me — filled with anger, confusion, and betrayal — it broke something inside me.
My secret was no longer mine.
The feelings I had buried deep within had been dragged into the open.