Anamika POV —
Deep in the night, inside her quiet bedroom, Anamika was sleeping peacefully when the shrill ringing of her phone shattered the silence.
Her eyes slowly opened.
For a moment, she simply stared at the ceiling.
Then she let out a long sigh.
"Finally..."
A faint smile appeared on her face.
"The plot has begun."
She already knew what the call was about.
After all, she had known this future long before it arrived.
The call came from the hospital.
Her parents had been involved in a car accident.
They needed an urgent blood transfusion.
A very simple incident.
Yet one that would completely change the course of the story.
The hospital staff had already discovered that her blood group wasn't compatible with theirs.
At first it would be dismissed as coincidence.
Then suspicion would appear.
Questions would be asked.
DNA tests would follow.
And eventually—
The truth would come out.
She wasn't their biological daughter.
After that, her parents would search for their real daughter.
They would find her.
Bring her home.
And then the famous drama would begin.
The battle between the "real heiress" and the "fake heiress."
The original storyline.
The true daughter would repeatedly target the original Anamika.
Humiliation.
Schemes.
Provocations.
Yet throughout the entire plot, Anamika would barely react.
At least, that was how the story was supposed to go.
As for what happened afterward...
Even she didn't know.
Her system hadn't revealed that part yet.
Somewhere beyond that storyline existed her true biological family.
But who they were...
What kind of people they were...
She had no idea.
Stretching lazily, Anamika got out of bed.
"Well..."
She picked up her coat.
"Let's go watch the show."
---
A few hours later—
Everything happened exactly as expected.
The blood groups didn't match.
Doctors became confused.
Her mother's expression slowly changed.
Confusion.
Suspicion.
Disbelief.
The emotions were clearly visible on her face.
Anamika noticed all of it.
Yet she remained completely indifferent.
She felt nothing.
No anger.
No sadness.
No fear.
Not even disappointment.
The truth was simple.
Neither she nor the original owner of this body had ever shared a genuine bond with those parents.
During childhood, they had ignored her almost completely.
The original Anamika had desperately tried to earn their attention.
She studied harder than anyone.
Learned faster than anyone.
Excelled in every field she touched.
Medicine.
Languages.
Business.
History.
Combat.
She became extraordinary.
Yet no matter how much she achieved—
Their attention never came.
The only person who had ever truly cared about her was her grandmother.
And that remained true even now.
Glancing one last time at her confused parents, Anamika silently turned around and walked away.
She wasn't interested in family drama.
Not today.
Right now, she had a far more important problem.
Aarav.
She needed a reason to approach him again.
And that problem seemed far more difficult than anything the plot could throw at her.
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Aarav POV —
Meanwhile, inside a luxury hotel bathroom, warm water flowed across Aarav's face.
The morning had been peaceful.
Too peaceful.
He splashed water onto his face once more.
Then suddenly—
His body froze.
The world around him turned silent.
His pupils darkened.
A vision appeared.
Aslam.
The injured man lay on a bed.
Motionless.
Weak.
Yet something strange was happening.
Dark energy began flowing from his body.
His wounds started healing unnaturally fast.
Flesh regenerated.
Bones recovered.
The injuries vanished as if they had never existed.
Then—
Something appeared.
A shadow.
A horrifying black silhouette.
Blood-red eyes.
A twisted face.
Sharp fangs.
An existence that seemed completely wrong.
The creature suddenly turned—
And looked directly at him.
SCREEECH—!
A terrifying scream exploded inside Aarav's mind.
Boom!
A tremendous force slammed him backward.
His body crashed against the bathroom wall.
The tiles cracked slightly.
A streak of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
For several seconds, Aarav remained still.
His breathing became heavier.
The temperature around him dropped noticeably.
Cold.
Unnaturally cold.
Then—
A crooked smile slowly appeared on his face.
He wiped the blood from his lips.
"Interesting..."
One of his shadow servants had just been destroyed.
Completely erased.
And the culprit wasn't human.
Not even close.
Originally, this world was supposed to be nothing more than a spy thriller.
A world of intelligence agencies, conspiracies, assassins, and politics.
But now?
A demonic entity had entered the stage.
The rules were changing.
The world itself was changing.
And Aarav could feel it.
Something far bigger had begun moving beneath the surface.
---
After finishing his shower, Aarav left the hotel.
Thanks to the telepathic connection between him and Anya, he didn't need to remain physically beside her twenty-four hours a day.
The only reason he had stayed at the hotel last night was because he literally had nowhere else to sleep.
A few hours later, he arrived at SK's apartment.
The moment he entered—
He saw Venkatesh standing there with folded arms.
Waiting.
Uh-oh.
That posture never meant anything good.
"Where were you all night?"
The question came in a strict fatherly tone.
Aarav immediately assessed the situation.
Then silently walked to a corner.
And crouched down.
Like a punished child.
Venkatesh stared at him.
"...Being a chicken isn't going to save you."
Aarav looked up.
"Shakshi is nicer than you."
Instant damage.
Venkatesh's face instantly darkened.
"Then go live with her."
"Who wants to stay with you anyway?" Aarav shot back.
The atmosphere became dangerous immediately.
SK felt cold sweat appear on his forehead.
Without hesitation, he jumped between them.
"Okay! That's enough!"
He raised both hands.
"This is my house, so I decide what happens here!"
Silence.
Two pairs of eyes slowly turned toward him.
Both equally terrifying.
SK instantly regretted everything.
"...What exactly did you say?" Venkatesh asked.
At the same time, Aarav folded his arms and stared at him too.
SK laughed nervously.
"What I meant was..."
He coughed.
"...there's no reason to fight. Aarav came back safely. Problem solved."
Then he quickly changed the topic.
"Anyway, we're getting late for work."
Turning toward Aarav, he added,
"Food's ready. Eat before it gets cold."
Venkatesh narrowed his eyes.
"You cooked?"
SK immediately pointed elsewhere.
"Technically... you cooked. I'm just delivering the information."
A vein twitched on Venkatesh's forehead.
Aarav nearly laughed.
After a few more warnings—
The two officers finally left for headquarters.
The apartment became quiet.
Aarav let out a long sigh.
Then collapsed onto the sofa.
For the first time that morning, silence returned.
But despite his relaxed appearance, his thoughts remained elsewhere.
On a demonic shadow.
A destroyed servant.
And a world that was becoming stranger with every passing day.
Aarav POV
The apartment fell silent after Venkatesh and SK left for work.
For a few moments, Aarav remained sprawled across the couch, staring at the ceiling.
Then his expression gradually turned serious.
The vision he had seen earlier in the hotel bathroom still lingered in his mind.
A demon.
A real demon.
Not a human enemy.
Not a spy.
Not a criminal.
Something far older.
Far more dangerous.
"The cracks between Hell and Earth are becoming weaker..."
The thought echoed inside his mind.
After a long sigh, Aarav sat up.
Crossing his legs on the floor, he slowly closed his eyes.
His breathing became calm.
Steady.
Silent.
A strange stillness spread throughout the room.
Then—
His soul separated from his body.
Like a translucent shadow, Aarav rose into the air and shot through the walls of the apartment.
Moments later, he arrived in Deoghar.
Deep beneath an ancient temple.
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A hidden underground chamber.
Torches illuminated weathered stone walls.
Several people stood around an old wooden chest.
Vikram.
Aliya.
Nikhil.
And the others.
Their attention was focused on a strange manuscript covered in Hebrew text.
Everyone appeared confused.
Except Aarav.
The moment he saw the symbols, he understood their meaning.
They weren't historical records.
They weren't scriptures.
They were coordinates.
Coordinates left behind by Baba Vasukinath's father.
Coordinates pointing toward a location hidden somewhere in the Himalayas.
A place connected to Vikram's future journey.
His origins.
His destiny.
But Aarav wasn't interested.
That was Vikram's story.
Not his.
The moment he entered the chamber, Vikram noticed him.
A smile appeared on his face.
"Aarav."
"You came during the day?"
Floating in his soul form, Aarav folded his hands respectfully.
"Pranam, Gurudev."
"I wouldn't have disturbed you if the matter wasn't urgent."
Vikram's expression became serious.
"What happened?"
Aarav took a deep breath.
"The barrier between Hell and our world is weakening."
"The shadows of Hell's servants have begun moving toward my family."
"I need your guidance."
For several seconds, Vikram remained silent.
Thinking.
Then he slowly nodded.
"Originally, I intended to teach you gradually."
"But perhaps we no longer have that luxury."
He extended his hand.
"Come closer."
Aarav floated forward.
The moment he reached him, Vikram placed two fingers on Aarav's forehead.
Instantly—
A flood of information exploded inside his mind.
Meditation techniques.
Spiritual circulation methods.
Methods of sensing energy.
Methods of strengthening the soul.
Years of understanding entered his consciousness in mere seconds.
Aarav's eyes widened.
For the first time, he could truly comprehend how deeply the spiritual laws of this world worked.
When the transfer ended, he immediately bowed.
"Thank you, Gurudev."
Vikram smiled faintly.
"I trust your judgment."
"You'll use this knowledge wisely."
---
A confused voice suddenly interrupted them.
"Vikram..."
Aliya blinked.
"Who exactly are you talking to?"
Vikram sighed.
His situation was complicated.
In his previous life he had been a celibate monk.
In this life—
He loved this girl.
The memories of two lives constantly clashed inside him.
A conflict he still hadn't resolved.
Looking toward Aliya, he finally answered.
"Aarav is standing right in front of me."
"He's here in soul form."
Aliya's mouth fell open.
"What?!"
"He's here?!"
"But I can't see him!"
Vikram rubbed his forehead.
"Focus spiritual energy into your eyes."
"If you do it correctly, you'll be able to see him."
Aliya immediately followed the instructions.
Unlike ordinary humans, traces of supernatural power already existed within her.
After all, she had once been connected to Vanshika.
Slowly—
Energy gathered around her eyes.
And then she gasped.
A translucent figure appeared before her.
Aarav.
Floating in midair.
Her eyes lit up instantly.
She waved excitedly.
"Hi, Aarav!"
Aarav smiled.
"Hello, Aliya."
"How are you?"
"I'm good!"
Aliya replied cheerfully.
Meanwhile, Nikhil looked utterly offended.
"This is unfair!"
"I want magical powers too!"
Vikram snorted.
"That requires patience, meditation, and spiritual talent."
Nikhil narrowed his eyes.
"So you're saying I'm talentless?"
"No."
Vikram replied immediately.
"I'm saying you have absolutely no patience."
Nikhil rolled up his sleeves.
"You want to fight?"
Before he could launch himself at Vikram, another voice echoed through the chamber.
"Will you idiots stop shouting?"
Everyone turned.
Chandni had arrived.
Aditya was standing behind her.
The moment Aditya saw Aarav floating in the air, he screamed.
"AAAH! A GHOST!"
The entire chamber jumped.
A second later he squinted.
Wait.
That ghost looked familiar.
"...Aarav?"
His panic disappeared.
"Why did Aarav become a ghost?"
The group stared at him.
Silence filled the chamber.
Everyone else needed spiritual perception to see Aarav.
Yet Aditya could see him naturally.
Only Aarav understood why.
Because Aditya carried Vanshika's bloodline.
But this wasn't the right time to reveal that secret.
So he said nothing.
Nikhil looked even more depressed.
"Great."
"Now even this idiot can see him."
"I'm leaving."
Muttering angrily, he stormed away.
Chandni sighed.
"I'll handle him."
She followed after him.
---
Aarav turned back toward Vikram.
"I should leave now, Gurudev."
"We'll meet again."
Vikram nodded.
"Take care."
The next moment—
Aarav vanished.
His soul shot across the sky and returned to Delhi.
Back to SK's apartment.
Back to his body.
His eyes slowly opened.
The room felt freezing cold.
A faint layer of frost-like chill seemed to cling to his skin.
Leaving the soul outside the body for too long always carried risks.
Especially during the day.
The body naturally lost warmth.
And if the separation lasted long enough—
It could become fatal.
Aarav exhaled slowly.
Then a faint smile appeared on his face.
At least now...
He had gained the knowledge necessary for what was coming next.
Anamika POV
While the world outside continued moving according to countless plots and destinies, Aarav spent the entire day strengthening himself.
Deep inside SK's apartment, he sat cross-legged on the floor.
Spiritual stones floated around him.
One after another, he took them out from his dimensional storage.
Each stone contained pure spiritual energy.
Following the knowledge he had received from Vikram, Aarav began arranging them across the room.
Lines.
Symbols.
Nodes.
A formation slowly took shape.
The array glowed faintly as spiritual energy began circulating through it.
Aarav closed his eyes.
The cultivation method taught by Vikram was powerful.
His own cultivation method, accumulated across countless transmigrations, was equally profound.
Separately, both techniques were incomplete.
Together—
They became something entirely new.
A path unique to Aarav alone.
Spiritual energy flooded toward him like a raging river.
Hours passed.
Morning became afternoon.
Afternoon became evening.
The room remained completely silent.
Then—
A powerful wave of energy erupted from Aarav's body.
His eyes snapped open.
A golden light briefly flashed within them.
Three chakras.
He had successfully awakened three chakras.
A faint smile appeared on his face.
His strength had increased once again.
Yet he knew this wasn't enough.
Not when demons had already begun entering the game.
---
Meanwhile...
Far away from Delhi.
Another plot had begun moving.
Kaal sat inside a luxurious office.
Several monitors displayed information gathered from across the country.
Photos.
Records.
Background reports.
One particular photograph occupied the center screen.
A beautiful young woman.
Anamika.
Kaal studied her face for several seconds.
Then a smile appeared on his lips.
"I want this girl."
His voice was calm.
Dangerously calm.
"Bring her to me."
The order was simple.
But everyone in the room understood what it meant.
---
Elsewhere...
Anamika had finally reached the point she knew was coming.
The plot had begun.
Exactly as expected.
The DNA results had arrived.
And the truth had come out.
She wasn't their biological daughter.
Inside the luxurious mansion, chaos had erupted.
For the first time in her life, Anamika saw her so-called parents without their masks.
The disappointment she felt wasn't sadness.
It was disgust.
Her mother stood in front of her, furious.
Accusing her.
Blaming her.
As if a newborn child had somehow planned an elaborate conspiracy decades ago.
"You stole my daughter's place!"
"You deceived us all these years!"
"You ruined our family!"
The accusations kept coming.
Each one more ridiculous than the last.
Anamika simply stared at her.
A strange feeling filled her chest.
Not pain.
Not heartbreak.
Just disappointment.
So this was their true nature.
Pathetic.
The original Anamika had spent her entire childhood trying to earn their attention.
Studying harder.
Working harder.
Becoming better at everything.
Yet they never looked at her.
Never cared about her.
The only person the original Anamika had ever truly loved was her grandmother.
Nobody else.
And today—
These people had proven she was right.
Without saying another word, Anamika turned around and left.
---
A few minutes later.
She sat inside her car.
Her fingers rested lightly on the steering wheel.
Yet something felt wrong.
Very wrong.
Her instincts screamed.
Danger.
Anamika's eyes narrowed.
Before she could react—
A hand suddenly appeared from behind.
A cloth was pressed against her face.
A strong chemical smell entered her nose.
For a brief moment she struggled.
Her body jerked.
Then she went limp.
The man hiding in the back seat relaxed.
"Got her."
He smiled.
Opening the rear door, he stepped out.
Then he moved toward the driver's side.
Confident.
Careless.
Certain she was unconscious.
The moment he opened the door—
Anamika's eyes opened.
Cold.
Sharp.
Dangerous.
Before the man could react—
BAM!
Her kick slammed directly into his chest.
The force launched him several meters backward.
He crashed onto the pavement.
The kidnapper barely managed to stand.
Only to see Anamika calmly stepping out of the car.
Her expression remained completely indifferent.
The man rushed toward her.
Big mistake.
Anamika spun gracefully.
Her leg cut through the air.
CRACK!
The kick landed directly against the side of his head.
The world instantly went black.
---
Some time later.
The kidnapper slowly regained consciousness.
Pain exploded inside his skull.
Warm blood trickled down the side of his face.
His hands were tied.
His feet were tied.
He was sitting on a chair inside a dark room.
Confusion filled his eyes.
"What the hell..."
Then he looked up.
And froze.
A young woman stood in front of him.
Calm.
Elegant.
Dangerously composed.
A pistol rested casually in her hand.
The barrel pointed directly at his forehead.
Anamika.
The very person he had been sent to kidnap.
The absurdity of the situation finally registered in his mind.
Instead of fear—
He started laughing.
Loudly.
Madly.
"Hahahaha!"
"Hahahaha!"
The sound echoed through the room.
As if he had just heard the world's greatest joke.
And Anamika simply watched him.
Waiting.
Curious to know why a captured kidnapper was laughing as though he had already won.