It's the third watch of the fourth day of the week.
A late autumn evening is just around the corner.
A boy sits on the parapet of a tall building, his eyes closed, basking in the sun. The intense sunlight falls on his face, and it seems as if the sun and the boy are looking at each other with respect.
Suddenly, there's a harsh caw of crows.
Slowly, the sky turns a deep orange. Four crows disappear into the light of the setting sun, flying in one direction.
Below the building, in a shadowy corner where sunlight barely reaches, four young boys are ganging up on a younger child.
Just then, a long, sharp shadow falls to the ground right in the middle of the boys.
It was none other than our hero, as radiant as the sun!
"What's going on here, kids?" the hero asked in an enthusiastic, yet restrained and weighty voice.
The weeping little boy immediately said, "These goons are harassing me!"
"Goons?" the hero repeated in surprise, "But you all are too young for goons."
The hero appeared to be the oldest, so he directly asked the tallest boy his age.
The boy shook his head indifferently and replied, "I'm 19."
Upon hearing this, the hero swiftly punched the 19-year-old boy in the face.
'Thud!'
The punch echoed intensely in the dark corner. The boy fell to the ground, a little blood and a broken tooth coming out of his mouth.
"Whoever among you is an adult, step forward! I'll put an end to all your bullying right here today!" the hero challenged in a stern voice.
As he spoke, the remaining three boys immediately stood up with a mixture of fear and excitement.
In the blink of an eye, they all lunged at the hero simultaneously.
But the hero rained down punches with lightning speed. "They all fell down."
One of them quickly stood up and tried to punch the hero in the face. But the hero snatched his wrist with lightning speed. As soon as his wrist was caught, the boy twisted in pain, trembled, and became helpless. Just then, another boy rushed towards the hero. The hero twisted that boy's wrist forcefully and threw him directly towards the other boy who was coming forward. Upon impact, both of them fell to the ground with a thud.
"In a moment, the bullies' courage gave way. How could anyone be so powerful? One of them said, and they fled in fear.
The hero's eyes glowed blue as if blue lightning had entered them.
Seeing the hero fight with such speed, Ayush's eyes sparkled with hope. He had never seen such a valorous young man in his life.
Nayak approached him, and with a slight smile, said, "Hey kid, why were those rascals bothering you?"
Ayush was still lost in that scene. Nayak snapped his fingers in front of him, and only then did he come out of his web of thoughts.
"I was asking something," nayak repeated.
Then Ayush, in a trembling voice, explained, "These boys work for a gang called 'Vayudal'. They came to snatch the money I had. The leader of this gang... he's very powerful."
"What's his name?" the hero asked.
"Pawan," Ayush replied.
"Is he really that powerful?"
"Yes, he is very powerful! As far as I remember, the previous gang leader, Pawan, single-handedly defeated him and his entire gang."
But he is as cruel as he is powerful. Just last week, he beat a boy... who had challenged his gang... so badly that he was half-dead. Doctors say he will never be able to walk again.
Nayak immediately asked with a serious expression, "Where can I find him?"
Ayush nervously refused, "No! He's very dangerous and cunning. You absolutely shouldn't go to his hideout."
"Don't worry about me," nayak assured him. Just then, a loud rumble came from his stomach.
Ayush quickly said, "I have money! Will you eat something?"
They both sat at a nearby dhaba. Nayak ordered delicious dishes. The hero started eating without stopping, with full concentration. In no time, he cleared all the food on the table. Ayush watched in amazement, wondering how anyone could eat so much.
Nayak ate as if he had been hungry for many lifetimes and would get nothing to eat after this.
Details of what nayak ate:
(13 rotis, dal tadka, shev bhaji, chana masala, jeera rice, and finally a large glass of masala chaas)
The hero also asked Ayush to eat, but Ayush was already worried about the bill amount.
When the meal was over and the bill came—about a thousand rupees—seeing it, it was as if Ayush's soul had left his body. He paid the bill grudgingly, almost in tears.
"The money I saved from those bullies... it all went on food!"
Ayush sat on the ground and started crying, cursing his luck. He whispered, "What will I tell at home now?"
Nayak gently tried to quiet him. "Hey! Listen to me. I'll pay your money back. Don't worry at all."
After leaving the dhaba, nayak put his hand on Ayush's shoulder. "Look Ayush, it's getting late now and I need to give you your money, so you go now. I will meet you tomorrow morning in the same corner where I first met you."
"But where are you going?"
"I cannot tell you that."
"Take me too."
"No, it's not appropriate for you to be there."
Ayush and nayak walked off in opposite directions.
"Do you know of any secret fights around here? Where the winner gets a cash prize?" Nayak was seen talking to someone on his mobile in a dark place.
"Yes, that's what I need," the hero said loudly. "No rules, just a quick win, quick money. Just tell me the address." He reached an old, deserted warehouse on the outskirts of the city. It was empty. "Are there really fights here?"
He looked at the end of the warehouse, where he saw a secret door on the ground. When he opened the door,
the smell of smoke and sweat came out.
Under the dim light of an old electric bulb, a makeshift ring was set up, around which a crowd was screaming wildly. Nayak immediately spoke to the organizer. "I want to fight."
The organizer looked the hero up and down, mocking his clothes and thinness. "You? Kid, the stakes here are in the thousands. Have you ever seen a real fight?"
"I fight as needed," nayak said confidently. "How much is the prize? I need a thousand rupees."
The organizer laughed. "Okay, if you win, you'll get five thousand. If you lose, your bones will be broken, no guarantee there."
Nayak faced a giant, fearsome fighter, his body covered in many scars. He was bald and had a deep scar on his head.
When nayak entered the fighting ring, taking off his shirt, everyone was surprised. He wasn't thin; his body was very sculpted, and every muscle was visible.
The bell rang. The giant fighter lunged at the hero with full force. But the hero... Nayako was truly lightning.
His agility was unmatched. The fighter's punches had no effect; no punch reached the hero. He dodged every attack.
He was an amazing blend of flexibility and intensity. A blue electrical net seemed to surround him. He avoided every attack.
Nayak had not yet struck a single blow. The giant fighter became more and more tired with each attack, and nayak became faster and faster.
Then, seizing the right opportunity, nayak struck the giant fighter in the stomach with a swift punch of his full power.
The punch was so powerful that the fighter couldn't even make a sound from his mouth. And he fell backward with double speed onto the iron net and then crashed to the ground, having lost the courage to get up.
The entire warehouse was silent for a moment, and then echoed with shouts and thunderous applause.
"Impossible," the organizer murmured in astonishment!
The organizer, with a heavy heart, handed a bundle of notes to nayak.
From the darkness, a shadow watched the hero from the stage.
Without a moment's delay, the hero left the victory ring and the noise behind. He moved swiftly, almost invisibly, through the crowd.
Emerging from the dirty, yellow light of the warehouse, nayak was now in the silence of the night and the cold, white light of a solitary streetlight.
He had walked only a short distance when his gaze fell on an old board by the roadside, which read: "House of Hope".
The hero stopped. He saw the high, moss-covered wall in front. He climbed the wall silently, and nimbly jumped to the other side, reaching the ashram's door.
Peace reigned throughout the complex, with only the dim light of a distant night lamp burning. The hero gently rang the bell.
He immediately took out the bundle of notes he had won from the fight. He separated a thousand rupees from it, which was Ayush's debt.
All the remaining notes, he quietly put into the small donation box near the door.
Before the door opened, the hero, with the agility of lightning, crossed the wall again and disappeared into the darkness.
"Here, kid. Your money," he said with a smile.
Ayush took the money. His face now showed not fear, but a mixture of deep shock and gratitude.
"You... where did you... get this money," Ayush said.
"Don't you worry about it," he said. "Your debt is paid. Now let's talk about that 'Pawan'. Come on, show me the way to his hideout."
Ayush refused, saying Pawan was very cunning and dangerous, and it wouldn't be right to confront him.
"Something might happen to you."
"Don't worry, Ayush, nothing will happen to me. Just show me the way." Ayush finally gave in.
"Okay, you win, I'm ready."
That deep shadow was still watching them both from the roof of the building. He wore black soles and glasses on his face, and a large hat covered his head. He was talking to someone on his mobile.
"I found him," he said.
Far from the city limits, in a desolate and deserted area, they finally arrived. In front was an old, dilapidated building—a dusty warehouse with iron sheets peeling off in places.
Outside the warehouse, junk was piled all around. Broken vehicle parts, rusty engine blocks, and old tires lay haphazardly. In the dark, these piles of iron looked like strange works of art.
Nayak gestured for Ayush to leave.
"That's enough, Ayush. You go now," he said in a calm but firm voice. His gaze was fixed directly on the main, closed door of the warehouse.
"But why do you want to fight them?" Concern was clearly visible on Ayush's face. "They... they are very dangerous, Pawan and his goons. Leave them alone, leave their work to the police."
He gave a slight, confident smile. "No Ayush. I think these people's bullying needs to be taken out." He clenched his fist lightly. "And besides," he said with a sparkle in his eyes, "I like to fight."
Ayush looked around. "But there will be many goons there! Didn't you see what they did on the street?" There was a fearful apprehension in his voice that nothing should happen to the hero.
Nayak took a deep breath and looked towards the warehouse, from which a faint sound of some machine was coming.
"The more people...", "the more fun," he said, as if smiling.
Hearing this, Ayush's mouth hung open. "You... you've gone mad! I'm not going."
"Go," the hero said directly. There was unshakeable firmness in his voice.
Ayush nodded in silent agreement.
The hero looked at the blazing sun above, and for a moment laughed and whispered, "Yes, I know. It's time to shine."
Ayush bid farewell to nayak, who was walking towards the warehouse, and Ayush headed home by another route. He softly said, "Take care," his voice clearly showing concern.
Inside the warehouse, many goons were competing with each other.
They were all shouting in the fierce excitement of competition, many goons had formed a circle, and inside the circle, two men were brutally attacking each other with thick iron rods. Both looked strong and well-built, with anger, not blood, flowing through their veins.
Thick silver earrings glittered on one of them, and his eyes were filled with cruelty.
The other had a thick golden bracelet around his neck, which swung with every blow.
Suddenly, the earringed fighter swung his sharp rod with full force and tried to hit the other on the head. The man wearing the golden bracelet dodged with lightning speed and, bending down, retaliated with his rod, striking a powerful blow to the other's face.
"Thud!"
The sound echoed throughout the warehouse. The earringed man fell to the ground. His mouth was completely covered in blood—his nose seemed broken, blood was dripping onto the floor.
There was a moment of silence, but the next moment, the fighter, ignoring the pain, stumbled and got back on his feet. Bloodied, he slapped the back of his head hard and prepared himself to fight.
Just then, the heavy iron shutter of the warehouse slowly began to rise with a grinding sound.
From the bright light inside to the slightly hazy light outside, a shadow emerged... and it was none other than nayak.
A slight, bright, confident smile played on his face for a moment, but as his gaze fell upon the bloody scene and the competing goons, his slight smile slowly receded beneath a cold, sharp layer of anger.
One of the goons came forward and asked nayak,
"Hey kid, what are you doing here? Get out of here.
I'll give you ten minutes to clear this place, and where is Pawan? I need to meet him." His voice had courage and patience.
Everyone laughed and they all said in unison, "This boy has come to meet Pawan."
On the first floor of the warehouse, a tall boy with long, thick black hair named Vijay stood. He spoke to one of the two fighters, Deva, in a very calm voice, "Deva, go."
Deva rushed towards the hero, swung his rod in the air, and shouted, striking at the hero's head. But the hero wasn't there; it was as if he had disappeared and reappeared behind Deva. Deva struck again. Everyone was astonished. How could anyone be so agile?
None of Deva's attacks were landing; the hero was truly lightning. The hero didn't even break a sweat, but Deva was out of breath. Deva made one last attempt, but the hero kicked Deva in the face. With just one kick, he knocked Deva unconscious. Deva fell helplessly to the ground.
For a moment, everything stopped, and the noise turned into silence.
"Today this gang will be shut down!" the hero's voice echoed, piercing the silence.
Vijay was shocked. He had defeated Deva in a moment. Vijay thought, his eyes filled with fear.
"Attack!" Vijay screamed.
They all obeyed his command and rushed at Nayak with their weapons.
More than a hundred goons surrounded the hero and attacked him simultaneously. The hero easily dodged every attack. A blue dimensional field had formed around him. One punch from him had the power of a hundred punches. Whoever was punched could not get up again. Everyone was astonished by his strength.
A goon came close to hit the hero. Nayak punched him in the chin, and the goon crashed into a pipe on the warehouse roof, breaking it, and his body hung in the air.
Seeing this scene, everyone trembled with fear. Everyone was stunned.
"Hey donkeys, don't stop! Attack all at once, he can't defeat you all together!"
Vijay shouted, boosting everyone's confidence.
They were all scared, but no one had the courage to contradict Vijay, and they all got ready to fight him again and ran towards the hero.
"Stop!" A sharp and piercing voice echoed throughout the warehouse.
On the third floor of the warehouse, a tall boy was standing who looked like he had just woken up.
Everyone had stopped.
The hero looked up at him, his bad hair, tall stature, dark complexion, and sharp eyes.
"What's happening here?" he asked in a harsh tone.
"P... Pawan, this boy has come to our area and is threatening all of us."
Pawan looked at the hero.
"So this is Pawan," nayak thought.
Pawan looked at him and jumped from the third floor. Pawan came down from the third floor like a light feather, as if he hadn't jumped but flown down.
Pawan put both his hands in his pockets and slowly approached Vijay and asked, "Why haven't you people done anything about him yet?"
Pawan grabbed him by the collar.
"Boss, this boy is very powerful." Vijay said, trembling.
"More powerful than me?" he asked in a terrifying voice.
"Boss, boss, bo..."
Pawan punched Vijay in the stomach, and he fell unconscious.
"Oh, these weaklings can't even take one punch."
He said, clearing his eyes.
Pawan looked at nayak with arrogant eyes. "So you're the one who beat up my boys?" Pawan said.
"Yes, I'm the one who taught your goons a lesson."
Both stood facing each other. The two powerful warriors finally stood before each other. Now it remains to be seen who will emerge victorious.