Timeline: 2030 onwards
"Here on Earth, there are so many things that go unrecognized by normal humans," Indra spoke, his voice echoing through the college lecture hall. "There are things not audible to the human ear, not visible to the human eye. Most people can't even feel them—they are like a different type of air. These strange things originate from different dimensions existing right here on Earth. It means that if we could use 100% of our brain, we could reach these other dimensions."
Indra was standing at the front of the class giving a seminar on dimensional theory. In his college, this wasn't just a speech; it was a high-stakes test for internal marks.
A student in the back raised their hand, looking skeptical. "What is the need for reaching other dimensions anyway? I mean, we are all happy in our own dimension, right?"
Indra looked at him calmly. "What is the need for living?"
The student blinked, confused. "Excuse me?"
"I mean," Indra continued, "for what sake are we living here?"
The student went silent and slowly sat back down, unable to find an answer. Shortly after, the seminar ended and Indra was called into the Professor's office.
The Professor's Office
Indra knocked lightly. "Excuse me, sir?"
The Professor looked up, a surprised but satisfied expression on his face. "Hey, Indra! Get in. I was actually very satisfied with your seminar. You managed to get full internal marks. Don't take this the wrong way, but may I ask you something?"
"Sure, sir," Indra replied.
"Did someone leak the seminar topic to you? You used to perform as one of the worst students during your schooling, and now you are literally amazing."
Indra didn't miss a beat. "Sir, for your kind information, I love these topics, so I already had extensive knowledge on the subject. And as for my performance in school... well, back then, you had hair on your head. Now, you've gone literally bald. Times change."
The Professor's face went blank. "Yeah... sure. Get out!"
"May I leave then? Thank you, sir." Indra smirked and walked out.
The Way Home
As Indra left Tiru-Prakash College, he ran into Maruthi. Maruthi was Indra's cousin—his uncle's son—but they were as close as brothers. Maruthi was three years younger than Indra and lived with him.
Indra's life had changed drastically in 2026 when his parents died during the Mini World War. His wealthy aunt and uncle had adopted him, and while they treated him as their own, Indra's pride made him hesitant to use their money. He rarely asked for a single cent.
On the walk back, Indra watched Maruthi acting like a "mental monkey," doing crazy stunts and getting into trouble.
"Hey bro!" Indra sighed. "Why do you always do crazy stuff and irritate people? Don't you have any shame?"
Maruthi gasped dramatically. "Ahh! Oh my god, are you talking about shame? You spoke to your professor in such a shameless way!"
Indra stopped in his tracks. "What?! Did you hear the conversation between me and that bald gay?"
"I saw it too," Maruthi laughed.
"Really, you're crazy. There's nothing wrong with what I did. That bitch always keeps doubting me," Indra grumbled.
"Hey bro, we've almost reached the house. Don't use such language already," Maruthi warned as they approached the gates.
The Secret Project
Once home, Indra retreated to his room. He needed to clear his head, but mostly, he needed to work. Hidden away, he was crafting his "Dream Weapon"—a sword designed with scientific precision to work perfectly in any dimension without collapsing.
As he was fine-tuning the hilt for a more stylish look, Maruthi burst into the room and flopped onto the bed.
"Maruthi, do you wanna see my sword?" Indra asked. "It's almost ready. Just a few more things to add."
Maruthi groaned. "Bro, please just keep it in your ass and come with me. We should play a 2v2 Free Fire game against your lovely bald gay's son and his friend."
Indra watched him, a rare moment of warmth crossing his mind. My brother Maruthi loves me more than anything, Indra thought. I love him the same way. He's the only one I trust in this rotten world. He loves to play, talk, and eat... but when it comes to the dimensions, he just pisses me off.
"Fine," Indra said aloud. "Go set everything up. Meanwhile, where did your parents go? You're talking so freely."
"Bro, first of all, they are our parents," Maruthi corrected him. "And they went to Japan on a business trip. They'll be back in eight days. Until then, the kingdom is ours!"
"Wonderful," Indra grinned. "Let's start the game."
They played match after match, the room filled with the sounds of gunfire and shouting. Eventually, they lost a high-stakes match—and the bet that went with it.
"We lost because of you, you mental monkey!" Indra yelled.
"Oh! Cool, bro. Just think: if I'm a mental monkey and you're my brother, that means..."
"Just stop it! Let's have dinner."
The 69th Time
The next morning, Indra woke up with a scream.
Maruthi, who had been scrolling on his mobile, dashed into Indra's room. "Indra! What happened?"
"My hands... my hands!" Indra gasped, clutching his arms.
"Stop stammering and complete your sentence!"
"My hands are fractured! I can't move them... it pains like hell!"
Maruthi sighed, his concern turning into a weird kind of exhaustion. "I knew it. This must be the 69th time you've gotten injured or fractured in the middle of the night. You wake up in the morning and break everyone's peace. Thank God the parents aren't here."
Maruthi helped Indra to the hospital. When they entered the exam room, the doctor didn't even look surprised.
"Oh, my Indra," the Doctor said, looking at the chart. "Do you want to be our regular customer or what? This is the 69th time, I think. Tell me what happened now."
"Doctor, my two hands are fractured," Indra said through gritted teeth. "And Doctor... aren't you dead yet? I've come to you sixty-nine times for treatment. Your colleagues are taking tickets to leave this world, but not you."
The Doctor chuckled. "Just stay silent and let me treat you, otherwise I'll give you a ticket to follow them."
Indra was placed into a specialized machine that realigned and set the fractured joints. After thirty minutes, the process was complete.
"Treatment is done," the Doctor announced. "But you should not lift heavy weights for at least three months."
"Ok, Doctor," Indra replied. "I'll send you that ticket to hell after three months. Bye! See you again."
The alpha420 Machine
As they left the trauma ward, Indra stopped. "Hey Maruthi, let's go to the psychological department."
"Ok, but why? Do you need a cure for your mentalness?"
"I want to know what is happening to me," Indra said seriously.
They found a specialist. "Doctor, I have a problem," Indra explained. "While I am asleep, I am getting physical injuries and fractures. I don't feel the pain while I'm sleeping, but when I wake up, it's unbearable."
The Psychologist leaned back. "Hmm... let's see. When we sleep, our subconscious mind wakes up. Most people use approximately 0.6% of it. I want to know how much you are using."
"I don't know," Indra said.
"Of course no one knows. But we can find out using the 'alpha420' machine. Please take a seat."
Indra sat in the machine. As the Doctor flipped the switch, something went horribly wrong. The lights flickered violently, the air conditioning groaned, and every machine in the hospital began to short-circuit. The building plunged into darkness.
Maruthi yelped in fear.
"What the—!" Indra shouted. "Did something go wrong with my body?"
"No, no, no!" the Doctor shouted over the sparks. "You are absolutely fine, but this old alpha420 machine is in bad condition, it seems! I'm so sorry, it's my fault for not checking it."
Indra and Maruthi hurried out of the hospital and headed home. Indra was unusually quiet.
"Bro," Indra said as they walked. "My feeling is that something is truly wrong with me."
"Arrey!!" Maruthi shouted suddenly, pointing down the street. "Everything is wrong with you! ,BitchYou parked our car in Aunt May's parking slot, and now the police have seized it!"
Indra blinked, the heavy thoughts of dimensions and fractures momentarily replaced by annoyance. "Huh. I am sorry. Let's go get it back."
"Oh my Bajrangbali," Maruthi prayed to the heavens. "Please don't let the parents find out about this. Let's go!"