Mumbai.
A city that never sleeps, never stops and never wait.
The streets that pulsed like veins, clogged with rickshaws, bikes, cabs, and dreams too heavy to carry. In Mumbai every corner has a god, Every alley has a secret.
Beneath the honking horns and high-rises, old things lie waiting—gods no one prays to, names carved into stone and silence.
It's here, in the spaces between the sacred and the forgotten, that something begins to stir.
On the street stands a bike on which young man sits looking at phone wearing Zomato clothes, the young man is Ashvael Raut who delivers food and other stuff to earn money, So he can purchase medicine for his little sister Anara Raut , Ashvael's life the only reason he gets up every morning and risks life and limb weaving through traffic.
Notification Ding!
New Delivery
Location: Devpada (Outskirts)
Tip: None
He stared at screen for second jaw tightening , Typical far ride no extra cash Ashveal sighed , he started the bike, picked the order and started moving neitherless he knew what was waiting for him , he riding the bike through jungle highway outskirts at full speed , ashvael said to himself, I am not going to accept the order that are faraway , while riding he suddenly see someone lying on the road motionless , he stopped the bike started walking toward the person that was lying lifeless, something felt off to ashvael but, he was worried that if the person is fine or not, he slowly reached the person and see that there is a man of middle age wearing regal black long coat, and one pendant, Ashvael hold the hand to check the heartbeat but there was nothing then he knelt beside the man, placing a hand on his chest. He leaned in, trying to hear a heartbeat. Suddenly the man bite him on the neck ashvael screamed in agony and started running toward his bike , when he turned his head back to see if the man still behind him, he suddenly stopped there was a sudden silent there was no one there, he started going back to where the man was lying and see there was no one near that spot, but he spotted the pendant that the man was wearing suddenly his phone rang with notification he gone back to his bike looked at phone it was the customer who ordered food Ashvael started the bike and he put the pendant in his pocket in hurry. He just reached the location suddenly his phone rang again with notification
Order Cancelled.
Ashvael stared at the screen. The words blinked once, then disappeared—just like the tip, he sighed and said not again he was sad and hungry, he opened the delivery bag, pulled out the still-warm box of food, and sat down by the bike on roadside while eating in his mind the incident repeated itself the bite, he touched his neck and see there was nothing. Ashvael said to himself that i should go home now and get some sleep he finished the food and started going back to his home.
After some time....
Ashvael bike stopped in front of the rundown house, it was the house in which he lived after his mother and father death it was his house now , he opened the door and light the candle ashvael said i should be able to pay this month electricity bill after lighting the candle He dropped his bag, kicked off his shoes, and collapsed face-first onto the bed without a second thought.
As Ashvael lay there, staring at the damaged ceiling of his room, tiredness set in. His thoughts were hazy, his body weary, but something seemed off. His neck stung from where the weird stranger had bitten him. It wasn't simply agony, but a low, constant hum, like if something deep inside him was stirring and waiting.
He closed his eyes, trying to fall asleep, but as he did, a gentle, nearly undetectable sound repeated in his thoughts. "You are chosen."
His eyes jerked awake. His heart raced. The room was silent. He was alone.
But the words remained, almost as if they were a an invitation.