"Hello, dear viewers… today, we're about to interview a man who has been making waves for quite some time now. With his incredible talent, he has achieved remarkable breakthroughs in the medical field in a very short span. So welcome to India's Young Inspirations!
Today, we are here in Pratapgarh, and with us is a very young, handsome, and truly amazing doctor — Dr. Om Ahuja.
Before we begin, let us give you a brief introduction. Mr. Om Ahuja is just 24 years old, yet he is a specialist in multiple medical fields. In barely a year, he has discovered treatments for rare cancers and several deadly diseases. But his most astonishing achievement…
Yes, you heard it right… he successfully cured a person who had consumed the deadly Namos fruit.
You all know what that means. Anyone who eats that fruit has only one path left… death. No cure. No hope.
But like a miracle… like an angel walking among us… the first person in the world to defeat the poison of the Namos fruit… is none other than Mr. Ahuja.
And that's not all. Along with being a brilliant doctor, Mr. Om is also a highly successful businessman. At just 24, his company The Natural Beauty has already become one of the top names in the beauty industry, with shares worth hundreds of crores.
So today, let's hear from Mr. Om himself… what is the secret behind this unbelievable success?
Tell us, Mr. Om… who do you credit for your success?"
Savita's eyes were locked on the television screen.
Ever since she had officially become a shareholder in the Kathwani company, media channels had been buzzing—and this interview was everywhere.
The moment she saw Om's face… something clicked in her mind.
This has to be Vipul brother's son…
But her suspicion turned into certainty the instant she saw Vijay and Sharda sitting beside him.
And then… something changed.
The moment Vijay said that Om's success belonged to Om alone—that no one else had a hand in it—Savita's eyes lit up. Not with pride…
But with something far more dangerous.
A sharp glint.
A calculating spark.
Without wasting a second, she turned and walked straight to her husband. Her voice was calm… but there was urgency beneath it.
"Listen… should we go visit Vijay brother? I heard Om is staying with them these days."
The moment Vijay's name was mentioned, Manoj froze.
For a second… just a second… surprise flashed across his face.
But the desire to meet Vijay… and more importantly, Om… overpowered everything else.
"Yeah… let's go," he replied almost instantly.
And that was it.
Within minutes, they contacted Vijay and informed him about their visit.
But behind the scenes… Savita quietly pulled her son aside. Her tone dropped, turning cold and precise.
"Keep your eyes open… gather every bit of information about Om. Don't miss anything."
On one side, Savita and her son sat in a room, lost in their own web of thoughts and plans…
On the other side…
After many days, Vijay finally got a chance to spend some time alone with his elder brother.
Both brothers were walking slowly through a quiet garden near Vijay's house. The evening air was calm… almost too calm.
Manoj smiled and looked at Vijay.
"Vijay… honestly, I'm really happy seeing your success. It feels good… seeing you like this. And especially… the way you gave Om a place in your family… I respect that. Today, I truly feel you're a good man… a real one."
Vijay chuckled softly.
"Thank you, Manoj brother… but how's your life going?"
That one question…
It hit somewhere deep.
For a brief moment, Manoj's expression shifted.
Just days ago… he had gone bankrupt. Everything… gone.
But he couldn't let Vijay see that. He didn't want to burden him.
So he smiled. Forced… but convincing.
"It's going… somehow."
Vijay frowned slightly. Something felt off.
But before he could ask more, Manoj spoke again, his voice softer now… distant.
"You know… I really miss our childhood days. The way we used to mess around… and elder brother would scold us…"
He chuckled under his breath.
"And the funny part? The moment we started crying… he would start crying too… and then hug us both."
For a moment… time stopped.
Vijay's eyes softened.
Memories flooded back—carefree days, laughter, warmth… a life that felt so far away now.
He smiled… genuinely this time… lost in those moments.
But someone else…
Was watching them.
From the shadows.
From the thick bushes surrounding the garden… a pair of eyes followed their every step.
Silent. Patient. Dangerous.
As Vijay and Manoj walked deeper into the garden… those eyes moved with them.
Step by step.
Closer…
Closer…
And then—
Two black-shoed feet emerged from behind the bushes… moving fast toward them.
Very fast.
Like a predator who had finally found the perfect moment to strike.
Chapter Title: The Weight of Regret
"Yes, Manoj brother… you're right," Vijay's voice trembled, but he didn't stop. Not this time.
"I miss them too… every single day. Every night, I lie awake thinking about how my elder brother stood by me his whole life… how he supported me, pushed me forward… and in the end…"
His breath caught.
"In the end, I was the one who stabbed him in the chest."
The words didn't just come out… they cut through the air.
"The brother I should have worshipped… the one I should've kept above everything, close to my heart… I ended up hating him. I left his son… like an orphan… to die."
His fists clenched. His voice cracked deeper.
"And all I cared about… was myself. My own happiness. Like a selfish coward."
Vijay shook his head, almost in disgust at himself.
"I hate myself for it, Manoj brother… every time I think about it, I feel ashamed. What kind of person does that? Selfish… blind… heartless… That's not what my brother taught me. He taught me how to live… how to tell right from wrong… how to help others… how to stay strong in both happiness and pain…"
His eyes burned now.
"But I… I became a monster."
Manoj stood there, stunned.
For the first time… he wasn't just hearing Vijay—he was seeing him.
Seeing the change.
Feeling the weight of his regret.
And in that moment… something inside Manoj shifted too.
Because deep down… he knew—
He wasn't innocent either.
Taking a slow breath, Manoj spoke, his voice heavy with realization.
"We both made mistakes, Vijay… both of us. We both wronged Vipul brother… and his child."
His gaze dropped.
"We left that child alone… helpless… during the most important years of his life. We never checked on him… never tried to meet him…"
A pause. A painful one.
"I'm just as guilty as you… no—maybe even more. At least you realized your mistake… you found Om… you brought him into your life…"
His voice weakened.
"But me… I couldn't do anything for him."
Before he could go any further, Vijay suddenly interrupted him, his expression filled with urgency.
"No… no, that's not true."
Manoj looked up, confused.
"I didn't find Om," Vijay said quietly. "You're mistaken, Manoj brother… Om found me."
That sentence alone… carried everything.
"I was lost… blinded by ego and selfishness. When I first saw him, I thought he was just some thug… a thief."
A bitter smile appeared on his lips.
"I hated him… the moment I saw him. Because he looked just like Vipul brother and sister-in-law… that same glow… that same presence… that face…"
He exhaled slowly.
"It irritated me."
Manoj's confusion only grew stronger.
"Then how… how did you start keeping Om with you? I thought you were the one who brought him back…"
Vijay looked ahead, his eyes distant—as if replaying every moment.
"Because of him… Om changed me."
His voice softened.
"He taught me how to live again… properly this time."
A faint smile appeared… one filled with pride.
"It's been almost a year since he's been with us… and not once—not even once—did he ask me or his aunt for money."
Manoj's eyes widened slightly.
"When I first saw him, I thought he came for money… but he didn't need it. That boy… he came looking for love. For a family."
Vijay's voice grew stronger now.
"And I didn't make him what he is today. His talent did. Everything he's achieved… it's because of him."
He let that sink in.
"His clinic… the one that's famous everywhere now… he put it in his aunt's name. And because of him… I stand among the most respected people in the city today."
A pause. Then, with deep emotion—
"I never praised my brother before… but today, I will. My brother was a great man…"
His voice lowered… but his words hit harder.
"But his son… is even greater."
Silence wrapped around them.
But Vijay wasn't done.
"Om came to me… we fought… but not once did he speak to me with anger. He lived a life full of humiliation… but he forgot everything and saved my life… saved my family."
His chest rose heavily.
"And in that moment… my heart… the one that had turned to stone…"
He placed a hand on his chest.
"It melted."
"I didn't wait. I fell at his feet… tried to ask for forgiveness… but instead…"
A tear rolled down his cheek.
"He lifted me up… gave me respect… gave me a place again."
His voice dropped to a whisper.
"I'm grateful… to Om… to my brother… and to God… for giving me the chance to call him my son."
Manoj stood there, overwhelmed.
Shock… and happiness… both at once.
Shock—because the brother he once knew… had changed completely.
And happiness—because that same brother had finally understood his mistakes… and fixed them.
With a soft smile, Manoj placed a hand on Vijay's shoulder.
"I'm sure… wherever Vipul brother is today… he's smiling, watching you like this… proud of you."
A pause…
"And sister-in-law too."
That was it.
Vijay broke down.
Tears he had held back for years… finally fell.
And then—
A voice.
Out of nowhere.
"Were they really like that?"
Both Vijay and Manoj froze.
Their eyes widened instantly.
That voice…
It didn't belong there.
Slowly… they turned.
Meanwhile… far away…
In the depths of Pataal Lok…
A massive red cave stood, glowing under an eerie yellow light.
The air itself felt heavy… suffocating… alive.
Takshak and Mahishasur stood inside, watching silently.
Around them… creatures moved.
Not fully human… not fully beast.
Horned demons, their bodies partly covered with dark cloth, stood in a large circular formation. Symbols were carved into the ground beneath them… ancient… cursed.
Small skulls were placed all around the circle.
At the center…
A blazing fire pit.
And in front of it…
A towering demon—at least ten feet tall—sat performing a ritual.
The smaller demons began to move.
Slowly at first…
Then faster.
Dancing in a strange, disturbing rhythm.
One by one… they cut themselves—letting their blood drip into the fire.
The flames reacted instantly.
They rose higher… wilder… as if feeding on the blood itself.
The chanting grew louder.
Darker.
More violent.
And then—
The giant demon stepped forward.
Without hesitation…
He sliced his own flesh… and let his blood fall into the fire.
The reaction was immediate.
The flames exploded upward.
Burning brighter… fiercer… unnatural.
And in that moment—
The demon began chanting something… something ancient. Something forbidden.
Then…
He turned his head slightly… and looked at Takshak.
A silent signal.
Takshak understood.
Without wasting a second, he gestured to a servant standing nearby.
His voice was cold. Commanding.
"Go… bring him."