Laxmi Nagar, East Delhi
Raj opened his eyes.
There was no smile on his face—only tension.
His mind was restless, stuck on the choice he still hadn't made.
After a quick shower, he changed his clothes, picked up his backpack, and stepped into the dining area.
"Good morning, Mom. Good morning, Dad," Raj said, forcing a small smile.
"Good morning, beta," Aarti replied warmly.
"Sit and eat breakfast. You're ready early today. That's unusual."
Alia looked at him carefully.
"Raj, is something wrong?" she asked, worry clear in her voice.
She was strict with him most of the time, but when it came to his safety, she was always protective.
"Beta, if there's any problem, tell us," Aditya said gently.
"We are a family."
Raj hesitated for a moment.
"Dad… Mom… Alia," he said slowly,
"It's nothing serious. I just have to make an important choice… and I still haven't decided."
Aarti smiled softly and placed food on his plate.
"Don't worry so much, beta," she said.
"Life is full of choices. You'll know what to do when the time comes."
Aditya looked at Raj with calm confidence.
"Raj," he said in a deep voice,
"I don't know what choice you're facing. But remember this."
"You're intelligent—your mind is sharp. But in life, don't always follow your mind."
"Follow your heart," he continued.
"It will never lead you wrong."
The whole family fell silent for a moment.
Raj smiled—this time, a real one.
"Thank you," he said sincerely.
After finishing breakfast, Raj stood up, slung his bag over his shoulder, and walked toward the door.
"Bye," he said.
He stepped outside, started his Activa, and rode toward college—
his heart still heavy, but a little clearer than before.
Delhi Road
The traffic light turned green—but nothing moved.
Raj sighed as he sat on his Activa, trapped in the endless Delhi traffic. Cars, bikes, buses, and trucks were packed tightly, horns blaring from every direction.
"Yaar, Delhi traffic is impossible," someone shouted nearby.
"I'm already late for the office. My boss scolded me yesterday—today will be worse."
"My school again… late for the third time this month," another voice complained.
"Oh no, my interview is today," a man said anxiously.
"How will I get a job if I reach late?"
"I planned a date today," someone laughed bitterly.
"Looks like I'll be late again."
Everyone had a problem. Everyone had somewhere to be.
Raj listened silently.
India's population was huge—traffic like this was normal. The government tried its best, but without self-awareness and discipline, nothing could truly change. Still, it was hardest for daily workers, students, and ordinary people.
Suddenly
A small figure stepped onto the road.
A little girl—barely three years old—wandered into the traffic.
She didn't understand danger.
She didn't know where she was going.
Her mother, distracted with grocery bags, turned around too late.
The girl was already on the road.
At that exact moment, a truck came speeding from the side.
"HOOOOOONK!"
The sound echoed loudly.
The mother froze—then screamed with all her strength.
"Beta!!!"
Raj's heart stopped.
The distance wasn't much.
Too little time.
His mind screamed.
Use your power…
No—don't use it…
What if someone notices?
But his body moved before his fear could.
Raj's eyes turned blue.
For a split second, the world felt silent.
The truck was still moving fast.
The driver slammed the brakes—but it was too late.
And then
The truck stopped.
Instantly.
As if an invisible wall had blocked it.
The driver stared at the steering wheel in shock.
"What the—?" he whispered.
The little girl stood frozen, untouched.
Her mother ran forward, dropped everything, and grabbed her tightly.
"Oh God… thank you," she cried, holding her daughter close.
"Thank you… Ankita, you're safe. I almost died today."
People gathered around.
"What just happened?"
"That truck stopped at full speed!"
"Did you see that? It was like magic!"
"No skid marks… nothing!"
Everyone talked at once, confused, amazed, scared.
Raj slowly relaxed.
His eyes returned from blue to black.
No one noticed him.
His heart was pounding—but inside, something else stirred.
A feeling he had never felt before.
Not fear.
Not excitement.
Peace.
He had saved a life.
For the first time, Raj felt truly calm.
As the traffic slowly cleared, Raj started his Activa again and rode toward college.
Delhi Science and Technology College
After completing the ID check and other formalities at the gate, Raj rode his Activa inside the campus and parked it in the parking lot. Without wasting time, he headed straight toward his classroom.
Late again.
As soon as Raj stepped inside, the professor stopped mid-sentence and looked at him sharply.
"Raj," the professor said angrily,
"how many times have I warned you? You're late again."
The class went silent.
"You're one of the top students," the professor continued,
"and yet you keep coming late. What kind of example are you setting? Other students will start thinking it's okay to be late because of you."
"Sir, there was heavy traffic—" Raj tried to explain.
"Stop making excuses," the professor cut him off.
"Go and sit down."
Raj nodded quietly and walked to his seat.
Karan leaned toward him and whispered,
"Crazy Raj, late again. By the way, how's uncle now?"
"He's fine," Raj replied softly.
"And you know Delhi traffic, bro."
Karan smiled knowingly.
After that lecture ended, Raj and Karan attended their remaining classes without any trouble. Later, they went to the library.
The library was quiet as usual. Raj and Karan sat down and started reading.
After a while, Pooja entered with her friend Priya. It was clear she wasn't interested in studying—she was just there because she had to be.
"Pooja, we need to finish this English project," Priya complained quietly.
"It's really boring."
"I don't like it either," Pooja replied.
"Let's just complete it quickly and then find something more interesting to do."
Raj overheard their conversation. His expression changed slightly.
Karan noticed and smirked.
"Raj," Karan whispered teasingly,
"just say the word. I'll do anything for you. I'll even buy flowers for your love and deliver them myself."
Raj's face turned red.
"Karan, stop it," he said seriously.
"She's not my type. We're from different worlds."
"Now focus," Raj added.
"Let's finish the project. I'm hungry."
Pooja noticed Raj and Karan studying but ignored them. She found a table for herself and Priya and started working on her assignment.
Raj tried not to look at her, but his eyes drifted toward her more than once.
After finishing their work in the library, Raj headed straight to the canteen. He ate quickly and checked the time.
After lunch, Raj left the campus area and walked toward the nearby market to buy a few things needed for his project.
Delhi Local Market
After buying all the items for his project, Raj started walking toward home. The market was crowded, noisy, and full of life—just another normal evening in Delhi.
Then he heard it.
Loud laughter. Slurred voices.
Raj stopped.
A few steps ahead, five men stood near a narrow lane. Their clothes were messy, eyes red, bodies unsteady—clearly drunk.
And in front of them stood two schoolgirls.
"Hey, beauty," one of them said, blocking their way.
"Come with us. We'll give you whatever you want."
The girls froze.
"We'll call the police," one of them said, her voice shaking.
The men laughed.
"Oh? You think the police will come here right now?" another man sneered.
They stepped closer.
Raj's grip tightened around the shopping bag.
They aren't even eighteen, he realized.
Anger rose inside him—raw, uncontrollable.
He had seen crimes on TV, read about them in newspapers. But seeing it happen right in front of him was different.
His eyes slowly shifted from black to deep blue.
Raj raised his hand slightly.
The air changed.
The five men suddenly froze mid-step. Their bodies lifted off the ground, slammed backward, and crashed hard onto the street.
"What the—?"
"What's happening?!"
Before they could react, invisible force twisted their arms, legs, and muscles. Bones cracked. Breath left their lungs.
"Aaah!"
"I'm dying!"
"Please—!"
Within seconds, all five men collapsed, unconscious, their bodies twisted in pain.
The street fell silent.
The girls stood frozen, unable to understand what had just happened.
Then one of them whispered, "We're safe…"
They didn't wait. Fear and relief mixed together as they ran away without looking back.
Raj lowered his hand. His breathing was steady—but his heart wasn't.
He looked around.
No cameras. No witnesses paying attention.
Good.
He turned away and walked toward his Activa.
As he reached the end of the lane, he felt it again.
Someone was watching him.
Raj stopped.
An old man stood nearby, leaning on a wooden stick. His eyes were sharp—far too sharp for someone his age.
The man smiled slightly.
"Your future is extraordinary, boy," the old man said calmly.
"I know how your life changed. But understand this—this is only the beginning."
Raj turned fully toward him.
"How do you know?" Raj asked, his voice low.
"I never told anyone."
The old man chuckled softly.
"Don't be afraid," he said.
"I know many things. I came to Delhi just to see you."
Raj's heart pounded
.
"Who are you?" Raj demanded.
"And how do you know about my power?"
The old man's expression grew serious.
"Your journey has just begun, Raj," he said.
"There are others like you. One has already been born—just like you."
Raj's eyes widened.
"This power wasn't taken," the man continued.
"It was given."
"And power," he said quietly,
"always comes with responsibility."
He turned away.
"My time here is over. Others need guidance too."
Raj stepped forward.
"Wait!"
But the old man was gone.
Just… gone.
Raj stood there in shock, his mind racing with questions that had no answers.
Who was he?
What others?
What journey?
He shook his head, started his Activa, and rode home in silence.
Night
Raj stood near his window, staring at the dark sky filled with stars. Below him, Delhi glowed—buildings, lights, people living their normal lives.
He slowly raised his hand.
His eyes turned blue.
Power surged—but this time, it felt different.
Calmer. Focused.
"God didn't give me this power for nothing," Raj said quietly.
"He gave me responsibility."
His jaw tightened.
"To protect those who are alone."
Raj looked out at the city—not as a normal student anymore, but as someone who had finally made a choice.
And this time…
He wouldn't turn away.