The night was heavy with tension. Inside the Naliniya clan's massive palace, nestled deep within the Aryaksha Empire, shadows flickered across the cold marble walls. Voices clashed violently in the grand hall as Vikramaditya stood firm before Rajendra Naliniya, the head of the clan.
The old man's fury was written clearly across his face. Yet Vikramaditya did not retreat—not even a step.
"I swear on my life—I will protect and love Kalyani until my last breath," Vikramaditya said, his voice steady, carrying more sincerity than pride. "Give me a chance to prove that I can keep her happy."
Rajendra's eyes narrowed, sharp and cold. His voice sliced through the hall like a blade.
"You come here with nothing but Mahatva (Elemental Mastery) 5-star cultivation and dare ask for my daughter's hand?"
The words struck hard, but Vikramaditya did not flinch. His fists clenched at his sides, his voice lowering—not in fear, but resolve.
"My cultivation may be lacking for now," he said slowly, "but my devotion is not. I can stake my life on her—and I will."
Rajendra snapped.
"Save me from your hollow proclamations. You will never deserve my precious daughter!"
Before Vikramaditya could respond, soft footsteps echoed through the hall.
Kalyani Naliniya stepped forward.
Her presence was like the first rain after a long drought—gentle, calming, and desperately needed.
"You don't need to convince anyone," she said softly, walking to Vikramaditya's side. "Our love doesn't need approval to be real."
Rajendra let out a bitter laugh, the sound echoing mockingly off the stone walls.
"You think love will protect him?" he sneered. "Elders! Warriors! Kill that bastard!"
The hall erupted.
Dozens of guards rushed forward, their auras flaring with hostility. Magical pressure flooded the space, crushing all warmth and tenderness in an instant.
Vikramaditya shifted into position. Kalyani followed without hesitation. Though she possessed only Mahatva 2-star cultivation, her eyes were unwavering.
Storms of energy exploded across the hall.
The two fought as one—shielding, striking, and parrying in perfect rhythm. Yet numbers overwhelmed skill.
Sweat trickled down Vikramaditya's brow. His breathing grew ragged as his life force drained rapidly, but he refused to fall.
"Kalyani… my hidden treasure," he murmured, his voice trembling.
With a surge of power, he activated his 100x Shield.
A shimmering dome enveloped them just as countless attacks crashed down upon its surface.
Without hesitation, Kalyani pulled out a sleek device—an artifact they had discovered long ago during a clan mission. As the guards closed in, the teleportation charm flared to life.
Light engulfed them.
In the next instant, they vanished—transported away by the random teleportation device.
Rajendra's furious roar echoed through the ruined hall.
"Find them! Search every inch of this Empire!"
Far from the Naliniya Palace, Vikramaditya and Kalyani reappeared within a neighboring realm—the Vrishabha Empire.
Beyond the reach of their enemies, they found refuge in a modest village named Tapas. There, they chose a quiet life, hidden from the world.
Two Years Later — Tapas Village
Their days passed peacefully. Their love did not fade—if anything, it grew deeper as they lived a simple, respectful life together.
One stormy night, thunder rolled across the sky as the moon struggled through shattered clouds.
Then—
A newborn's cry pierced the silence.
Kalyani had given birth.
Vikramaditya cradled the child in his arms, awe filling his eyes. For the first time in years, the weight of exile and fear felt distant—if only for a moment.
"What should we name him?" he asked softly.
Kalyani, exhausted yet glowing, smiled faintly.
"Jai Veer," she whispered. "Jai for victory… and Veer for bravery."
Later, the village elder and astrologer, Jyotisharaya ji, arrived to bless the newborn. He studied the child's palm and planetary alignment in silence, his brows slowly knitting together as understanding dawned.
"This child's path will not be easy," he finally said. "But his spirit is strong. Even fate itself will bend before such will. Still… everything depends on how he faces the trials of his life."
Vikramaditya and Kalyani exchanged a quiet look.
No words were spoken, yet in that silence lay a vow—to protect, to trust, and to allow their son to carve his own destiny.
"May Jai Veer bring light," Vikramaditya said softly, hope filling his voice. "Not only for us… but for everyone who needs it."
And thus, the story of an untold destiny began.