Shivansh and Lucky had returned to their world, back to the life they had once known. Everything around them remained the same—the same streets, the same faces, the same routine. But something had changed. They had changed. The knowledge, the power, the truth about their existence—it had reshaped them entirely.
For the first few days, they tried to settle back in. They went to their usual places, met familiar people, and followed the same routine as before. But nothing felt the same anymore. It was as if an invisible barrier had formed between them and the world, making everything seem distant, unreal.
One evening, the two friends sat on the terrace of Lucky's house, staring at the city skyline. The golden glow of streetlights flickered across the streets, where people moved about, unaware of the two young men who had glimpsed a reality beyond their comprehension.
Lucky sighed, stretching his arms behind his head. "You know, I used to enjoy this city. The lights, the people, the noise. Now it just feels... lifeless."
Shivansh nodded, his fingers drumming against his knee. "Yeah. It's strange, isn't it? We used to be a part of all this. Now, it feels like we're just... watching from a distance."
Lucky turned to him, a smirk forming on his lips. "Well, that's because we are different now. We know things that no one else does. We have the kind of power that people can't even dream of. And yet, here we are, sitting around doing nothing."
Shivansh exhaled slowly, staring at the stars above. "I keep thinking... what if we forget? What if, after a few months, we go back to being normal? Just two regular guys living ordinary lives?"
Lucky scoffed. "You really think that's possible? We've seen things that no ordinary man has. We've trained under a yogi who has lived for centuries. We've unlocked abilities that defy logic. Do you really think we can just erase all that from our minds?"
Shivansh shook his head. "No. But if we don't use it, what's the point? I mean, look at us. We have the skills to make a difference, yet we're doing nothing. It feels... pointless."
Lucky leaned forward, resting his arms on his knees. "So what do you suggest? That we go out in masks and fight crime like some vigilantes?"
Shivansh chuckled, shaking his head. "No, not like that. But think about it. The world is full of corruption, crime, and injustice. The police can't handle everything. The system is flawed. What if we could be the force that corrects what's wrong?"
Lucky raised an eyebrow. "You're talking about playing hero in the shadows?"
Shivansh's expression hardened. "Not heroes. Not vigilantes. Just... a force that eliminates evil before it spreads. We stay hidden, we don't take credit, we don't leave traces. We do what needs to be done, and then we disappear."
Lucky exhaled, thinking deeply. "That sounds insane. But also... kind of exciting."
Shivansh nodded. "It's not just about excitement, Lucky. It's about doing what's right. If we have the ability to stop something terrible from happening, and we don't, then aren't we just as guilty as those who commit those crimes?"
Lucky ran a hand through his hair. "You have a point. But how do we even start? And what about Yogi Ji? He told us to live normally, not to draw attention to ourselves."
Shivansh smirked. "We won't be drawing attention. We'll be working from the shadows, unseen, unheard. And as for Yogi Ji... he doesn't have to know."
Lucky's eyes widened. "Are you serious? If he finds out, we'll be in deep trouble."
Shivansh shrugged. "And if he does, we'll tell him the truth—we're not doing anything wrong. We're just ensuring that the knowledge and power he gave us aren't wasted. We're using them to protect people, not for selfish reasons."
Lucky let out a slow breath. "So... we practice. We stay prepared. We observe. And when we find something that needs to be stopped, we act."
Shivansh nodded firmly. "Exactly. We start small, learn how to work in the shadows. No unnecessary risks. No mistakes that lead back to us. We become the unseen force that keeps this city safe."
Lucky leaned back, staring at the stars. "Damn. We really are about to do something crazy, aren't we?"
Shivansh smiled. "Not crazy. Just... necessary."
As the night breeze whispered around them, it was clear that this was just the beginning. The world had no idea what was coming.
Shivansh and Lucky stood on the rooftop, gazing at the city sprawled beneath them. The streets were mostly empty, save for a few late-night wanderers and workers returning home. A cool breeze carried the distant sounds of traffic and the occasional siren, a reminder that crime never truly slept.
Lucky stretched his arms, letting out a deep sigh. "So, what now? Are we just going to wander around looking for trouble?"
Shivansh smirked, his gaze unwavering. "No, we need a strategy. Running blindly into the streets won't change anything. If we truly want to make a difference, we must first understand the system—its flaws, its weaknesses."
Lucky let out a short laugh, shaking his head. "Flaws? Man, the whole system is one big flaw. The police are either corrupt or too tied up in bureaucratic nonsense to do anything useful."
Shivansh nodded, his expression turning serious. "Exactly. That's why we need to work in the shadows. No one can know who we are, but they will feel our presence. We must strike where it hurts the most, ensuring justice without attracting attention."
Over the next few days, they immersed themselves in the underbelly of the city. They walked through the slums, the dark alleys where criminals thrived, and the bustling markets where illegal deals happened in plain sight. It was no longer about small-time pickpockets or street fights. Something bigger lurked beneath the surface—powerful figures pulling strings from the shadows.
One evening, Shivansh found himself in a crowded old bazaar, watching from the shadows as life moved on at its usual pace. He wasn't just observing people—he was looking for patterns, signs of criminal activity that others ignored. And then he saw it.
A young boy, barely a teenager, swiftly snatched a woman's purse and darted through the crowd. The woman screamed for help, but no one moved. To them, this was just another petty crime, something they had learned to ignore.
Shivansh, however, acted.
Using his speed and agility, he maneuvered through the crowd, circling around and cutting off the boy's escape route in a deserted alleyway. Before the boy could react, Shivansh had him pinned against the wall.
"Why are you stealing?" Shivansh's voice was calm but firm.
The boy trembled, eyes wide with fear. "I... I had no choice!"
"No choice?" Shivansh narrowed his eyes. "Explain."
The boy swallowed hard, looking around as if making sure no one else was listening. "I work for a gang. If I don't steal, they'll kill me."
Shivansh and Lucky exchanged glances. This was it—the confirmation they needed. The real problem wasn't just petty thieves; it was the people controlling them.
Lucky exhaled sharply. "So, going after the small fries won't do us any good. We need to take down the ones pulling the strings."
Shivansh smirked, determination burning in his eyes. "And that, my friend, will be our first mission."
Their journey had officially begun. They weren't heroes. They weren't vigilantes seeking glory. They were a force of change, hidden in the shadows.
And soon, the city would know—justice had found a new name.