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Two Weeks Earlier — Vivek's Awakening
It didn't happen with a lightning bolt.
No radioactive spider. No glowing alien rock. No dead parents. Nothing… dramatic.
It started small.
Like when I tripped over a brick near college and expected to crash onto the ground—but I didn't. I just… hovered. For half a second. Then touched the ground like I'd been placed there.
I looked around. No one noticed.
That night, I watched a superhero movie with my headphones on. Aftab had pirated some Marvel flick again—one of those epic save-the-world types. I wasn't even paying attention to the plot.
I just thought, "Man, how cool would it be… to have powers? Not for fighting, just… to feel different."
I paused the video, stared at the reflection of my own face on the black screen, and said it quietly:
"I wish I had powers."
No one heard me.
But something else did.
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The next day, I noticed I wasn't blinking as often. Like… my eyes didn't dry. I could stare at the sun and not squint. The colors around me looked brighter. I could see… heat. The ultraviolet shimmer around phone screens. Ants crawling beneath leaves from 10 feet away.
Then came the weirdest thing: Nothing hurt.
I stubbed my toe on the wooden bed frame. Hard. The kind of hit that should leave you hopping in pain for 10 minutes. But nothing. Not even a dent. I bit my lip till it bled—except it didn't. It just healed.
I punched the wall in frustration. The wall cracked. My hand didn't.
That's when I stopped sleeping.
Not out of fear. I just… wasn't tired. At all. I'd lie down, pretend to be asleep so my parents wouldn't panic, but my body didn't need rest. It felt charged.
So one night, I stood on the terrace, shirtless in the wind, staring at the moon like a dumb Bollywood hero and just said:
"Fly."
And I did.
Not like a jump. Not like a rocket.
I just… floated upward. Effortless. My heart didn't race. My skin didn't feel cold. I flew straight up into the night sky like I belonged there.
Above the lights, above the noise, above the world.
And no one saw me.
Not the guards, not the neighbors, not even the dogs.
I wasn't just invisible—I was untouchable.
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Since then, every day was like waking up in someone else's body. I could hear heartbeats across the street. I could feel the emotions of people nearby—sadness, fear, laughter. Their moods whispered around me like wind.
And I never told a soul.
Because I wasn't ready to explain how I got this.
Or why I, of all people, had been given the one thing every kid dreams about.
And maybe I still don't know how or what do with this power NOt because the world didn't have suffering but because he felt like not complied to do it
That day The Wildfire
The smoke hit me before the flames did.
Not with smell—but heat signatures. From kilometers away, I could see the forest glowing in infrared. Patches of red. Dying dots of yellow. Dozens of heartbeats flickering… fast, afraid.
Animals.
I launched into the sky. naked —the friction was too much So didn't wear any how would I face my friend at dhaba
The air cracked around me. I was a blur.
No one saw. Not a camera. Not a satellite. I stayed above detection, faster than sound. Slipping through the dark like wind between leaves.
I found the first deer stuck near a dry stream. Scared. Legs burning.
I lifted it gently—without touch. Just thought. Then another. Then three more. I didn't fly them out—I shifted them, like sliding files across a computer. Out of danger. Into cool, quiet places near the canal.
I whispered to birds with frequencies no human could hear.
Guided snakes with subtle tremors through the earth.
I held flames back—pushed them down with force from my hands, like pressing a lid on boiling water. The fire didn't fight. It just obeyed.
Took me 8 minutes.
The last creature I saved was a porcupine. Barely breathing.
I cradled it in the air like a baby, set it down gently by the water.
And then I floated back to dhaba
Through clouds.
Naked. Weightless. and changed back to my clothes which i left in washroom