Ansh was sitting on a chair. Around him stood several goons, trying to intimidate him. But the suitcase beside him made them slightly uneasy. Amidst this tension, the sound of a woman crying could be heard. However, it wasn't the kind of cry that comes from physical pain. It was the sound of a mother who had lost her son. Others around her shared in her grief.
On a stretcher made of bamboo, wrapped in white cloth like a mummy, lay a lifeless body dressed in teenage clothes. People surrounded it, shouting in anger. This entire scene was taking place outside a house, visible to Ansh in fragments since he was seated nearby. The place was adjacent to a fish market.
An elderly woman clung to the grieving mother, sobbing with her. She gently pushed the doll aside and said,
"Let him go now… whatever was written in his fate has happened."
"I didn't even get to see my son's face... They took him away in pieces… My son!"
She pulled off her bangles and threw them at a man nearby.
"All of this happened because of these bastards!"
She broke down, crying uncontrollably.
The man she threw them at stood silently. A single tear dropped from his eye. His eyes were red, but he tried his best to keep a calm expression. His hands and feet were bandaged. He wore a white lungi and a vest. His forehead was smeared with ash, silver chains hung around his neck — it was Fisherman Anna.
He stepped forward and grabbed one side of the stretcher. Three others came and lifted the rest of it. One stood at Anna's left. A random man shouted,
"Someone come hold this side of the stretcher!"
A hand reached out — it belonged to a young man around twenty to twenty-two, in a police uniform. Ansh.
On his wrist was a watch. His face was striking, with black hair and ash-grey eyes.
"Can I?" he asked, looking at Anna.
Anna looked at him for a moment, observing, then gave a short nod, "Hm."
They lifted the stretcher onto their shoulders and began walking toward the beach.
There, on the sand, lay the doll — placed on the pyre.
Anna carried a clay pot on his shoulder, and behind him walked a priest, softly chanting mantras. Water dripped from the pot as they walked. Anna circled the pyre once, then placed the pot down.
Someone handed him a burning torch. He lit the wooden pyre, made of sandalwood, where the doll-like body lay, wrapped like a mummy. Flames engulfed both the pyre and the doll.
People began to leave, one by one.
But Fisherman Anna, a few gang members of his age, and Ansh stayed there, silently, until the flames died out.
Ansh's hand was still in his pocket.
still pressing the button.
After Anna shaved his head (a tradition in India after the death of a family member), Ansh sat at a table.
A suitcase lay at the center.
Ansh had placed his hand over a hidden button on it, pressing down — making sure Anna and everyone else could see.
In Anna's hand was a blade — a traditional, handmade iron billhook with a wooden handle — the kind farmers use.
It was the same blade he had used the previous night… to finish off the entire gang and take their cash.
Ansh asked calmly,
"Why the act? Where's your son's body?"
Anna looked straight at him with cold, lifeless eyes.
"How's your mother doing these days?"
Ansh frowned.
"Oi."
Anna didn't flinch.
"Then don't get personal. Stick to the point."
Ansh, slightly taken aback, said,
"Last night... what happened?
They held you hostage. Your son came to rescue you — they killed him.
Then what?
How did you survive?
And what the hell did you do to that dock?"
Anna stood up slowly, blade still in hand, and walked straight infront of ansh , ansh looked at Anna's back as he's walking.
He stopped, his back turned, and said softly:
"My wife once loved me because of the work I did.
That's why she married me.
But today... for the first time... she regrets it."
There was a pause.
"now I own both the fish market and the docks.
I've become the king of Mumbai's underworld.
But…"
He paused again.
"The void in my heart?
It can't be filled.
What I lost… it's never coming back.
I don't even know what really happened last night.
But tell me — looking at the state I'm in —
do you really believe a helpless father like me could wipe out an entire gang?"
Ansh smirked, eyes cold.
"Helpless father?
What you did to others now happened to you.
Only now… you're qualified to say you understand pain.
Even a monster like you can cry, huh?
That's new.
I'm shocked, honestly."
Anna turned, approached the table, blade still in hand.
He sat down across from Ansh.
"I don't regret anything.
Not a single thing I've done.
Others used to commit crimes and
Then cry alone in corners.
But after that?
They'd go back to doing the same things.
Criminals. Killers. Whatever.
But me?
I only do what I'll never regret."
Ansh stood up, his voice calm and chilling.
"You're my target now.
And before you king claim your empire i will make it barren wasteland".
Anna stared back, his voice low but firm.
"I've already lost everything.
Now, I regret nothing.
I'll show you what true power really means."
Ansh sat inside the car, calmly opening the suitcase.
He pulled out one of the bomb's wires and carefully disconnected it — the bomb defused.
He had earlier pressed a button .
Now, he slipped that small device into his pocket and placed the suitcase on the back seat.
He reached the police station.
Just as he stepped out of the car —
BANG!
A bullet hit the ground near his feet.
Startled, Ansh leapt into the air like a cat and looked ahead.
Standing there — gun raised — was Samradh, holding an AK-47.
"I swear I will kill you!" Samradh yelled, furious.
Ansh panicked.
"W-W-Wait! I... I can explain! You see—"
Before he could finish, another bullet was fired.
Ansh turned and ran for his life, dashing into the police station, terrified.
Samradh chased him from behind, firing more shots.
"Sorry! I'll never steal a bomb from the evidence room again!" Ansh screamed as he ran.
Samradh shouted back with fury,
"Don't worry! I'll make sure you never get the chance again!"
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Meanwhile, Vikram was lying on the rooftop of a house, yawning as he slowly woke up.
"What time is it? One PM?! Damn, it's late... Let's go home."
Hearing that, Power took her physical form beside him.
"Huh? You think you can run away ? Your going to caught Fisherman anna "
Vikram protested, frustrated.
"Wasn't it the Black Bird who ruined my entire week with fear?
Now Anna's on the scene — how the hell am I supposed to defeat him?
He was chained up… and still wiped out an entire gang!
What am I supposed to do with just Vajra Bones?"
Power folded her arms and pouted, visibly annoyed.
"My ability isn't that simple. Only three primordial gods can break Vajra Bones.
Even the King of Gods' weapon is made of it.
Now get up!
Tonight, we're taking down Fisherman Anna.
We'll also find out what kind of Mudra
he's carrying."
Vikram sighed in frustration.
"The problem is, he won't just break my bones—
he'll shave me like pencil."
Power leaned forward, gently placed her finger on Vikram's lips, looked into his eyes, and said softly:
"You want to save your family, right?"
Vikram nodded silently.
"Good.
Then don't be afraid.
I'm with you.
Let's show Fisherman Anna what it means to be hunted—
Megaladon has arrived."