In a world where shadows lurk unseen, Paritraan is not your typical hero. Born from loss and forged in hardship, he abandoned his dreams to support his struggling family—only to lose everything. Left broken after his mother’s mysterious death, he stumbles upon Anahata, a sentient machine from a forgotten civilization, who offers him more than just power—it offers him purpose.

With scraps and technology far beyond human comprehension, Paritraan crafts his own suit of Armor and weapons to wage war against hidden enemies who threaten humanity from the shadows. As he unravels the dark conspiracy behind his mother’s death, he discovers that aliens walk among humans, and not all of them come in peace.

But being a hero isn’t easy. Haunted by his past, hunted by unknown forces, and burdened by an AI that’s as playful as it is powerful, Paritraan must rise above his pain. Because in the fight for humanity’s future, even a hero forged from scrap can shine brighter than steel.

In this battle between light and shadow, will Paritraan’s redemption be the world’s salvation?

Aarav sits cross-legged in front of a battered laptop, eyes half-lidded. Anahata's voice hums through a compact earpiece beside him.


"So… you're selling art now? Look at you. Tech genius by night, starving artist by—well, still night."


Aarav doesn't smile. But he doesn't frown either. He scrolls through digital listings: vector logos, NFT bundles, even meme commissions.


Before Anahata can answer, Naira peeks in, her apron dusted with flour.


"You've been in here all morning. What's this new hustle?"


Aarav looks up—eyes tired, but not empty.


"Making money online. Not illegal, if that's what you're thinking."


"No, I meant… did you always do this?"


"Not before Anahata. Not even when I became Paritraan. I had jobs… normal ones. But training, fighting, hiding—there's no time anymore. So, now… this."


Naira walks in and sits beside him. Her hand brushes his laptop aside.


"You could have become anything, Aarav."


"Technically, a wanted criminal. So dramatic. Should I add 'most mysterious man on the internet' to your resume?"


Aarav finally chuckles. It's small—but it's real.


The three sit together now. Naira has brought tea. Anahata hums a tune through the speaker—something oddly cheery.


Nothing world-shaking. Just small things. Stories. Naira complains about burnt curry. Anahata roasts both of them in turn. Aarav listens—drifting between laughter and something deeper.


She pauses, seeing the storm return to his eyes.


"You're the only one… who knows me. The me that's not in papers. Not in suits. Not in smoke."


He breathes in—painfully aware of the weight behind the words.


Naira's hands tremble just slightly on her cup. She wants to tell him to hide. To stay here. To let the world rot outside.


But she looks at him—and something changes.


Chapter 44 - The Question Only You Can Answer