Suyash sat alone in his soundproofed study, the holographic JARVIS interface floating before him. Multiple screens displayed various information streams, including facial recognition, family trees, financial records and social media profiles. The Mehra family dossier was growing by the minute.
Suyash leaned back and stared at Rhea's photograph, taking in the arrogant tilt of her chin and the vulnerability hidden in her dark eyes. He had watched her story unfold on a television screen in another life: The spoiled twin. The antagonist. The girl destined for pain.
And now he had taken her virginity.
Suyash studied Prachi's photograph: she had softer features and kinder eyes, and the weight of her mother's sacrifices was visible in the set of her jaw. The 'good' twin. The heroine. The one the audience was meant to root for.
And he wanted her, too.
The realisation settled over him like a second skin. He wanted Rhea — her fiery nature, her vulnerability, and her desperate hunger for love. He wanted Prachi, too — her gentleness, her strength and her quiet resilience. And, if he was being honest with himself, he wanted Pragya too. The long-suffering mother. The woman who had endured tragedy and betrayal yet still fought for her daughters. He had watched her on screen and admired her. Now she was real, and he wanted her.
'Greedy, he thought. I'm greedy.'
But the Gokuldham women had been different. They came from a world where the rules of conventional morality were already stretched thin: neglectful husbands, empty marriages and a society that turned a blind eye. They had chosen him freely, without needing the world's permission.
The Mehra women were not like that. Pragya had spent years fighting for a conventional family. Rhea and Prachi were young, with unformed futures and vulnerable reputations. They could not simply 'join' his harem without facing legal, social and emotional consequences. Polygamy was illegal in India. Bigamy was a crime. If his lifestyle became public knowledge, everything he had built on Suyash Island could be destroyed.
Unless the laws didn't apply, of course.
This thought crystallised with cold clarity. He had the power to bend reality. He had pulled islands from fiction, altered memories on a global scale and created an AI from a superhero film. Why couldn't he change the fundamental rules of society?
"HARVIS," he said slowly. "Search everything: Legal databases, historical records, science fiction, fantasy and mythology. I want to know if there's any concept, any artefact or technology, any spell that can alter the legal and social framework of marriage. I want to know if there's anything that could make polygamy not just accepted, but normal.'
The AI remained silent for a long moment—an eternity in processing terms. "Mr. Shrivastav, that is an ambitious query. Are you seeking to alter Indian law specifically or global societal norms?"
"Start with India. But I want options. Anything. A reality-warping device, A mass perception filter? A divine artifact. I don't care how impossible it sounds."
*I will compile a comprehensive list."
JARVIS processed the information for several minutes. When it spoke again, its tone carried an unusual note of intrigue.
"Mr. Shrivastav, I have identified a potential solution. It is not from Western comics or mythology but from a Japanese animated children's series, Doraemon. Specifically, a gadget known as the Kamisama Setto—the God Set."
Suyash's eyebrows rose. "Doraemon? Like the Genesis Terraformer and the Memory Replacement Camera."
"Indeed. The God Set is a collection of divine items that grant the user the authority and powers of a god when worn or used. Specifically, it allows the user to issue divine proclamations—edicts that become reality and alter the fabric of existence to conform to the user's will. It also grants the ability to mete out heavenly punishment to those who defy the proclamations."
The holographic display shifted to show a set of items from a Doraemon episode: a flowing white robe with golden trim, an ornate staff topped with a glowing jewel, a divine halo that floats above the wearer's head, and a sacred tablet on which proclamations can be written.
"In the context of the show, the God Set was used by Nobita to solve minor problems, such as banishing bullies and creating ideal playgrounds," JARVIS continued. "However, the gadget's true potential is far greater." In theory, a user with sufficient willpower and clarity of purpose could issue a proclamation such as: Polygamy is legal, recognized, and celebrated in India, and all existing and future marriages under this provision shall be valid and protected. Backed by the God Set's divine authority, such a proclamation would rewrite reality to make it so."
Suyash leaned forward, his heart pounding. "Would it work? Really work?"
"The God Set operates on the principle of divine authority. It does not require an external power source because it draws on the conceptual weight of 'godhood' itself. The only limitations are the user's will and imagination. If you believe the proclamation and issue it with genuine authority, reality will conform."
"No power source? No risk of destroying myself?"
"The risk is different. The God Set doesn't drain physical stamina; it drains spiritual authority. If you issue a proclamation that contradicts the fundamental nature of reality too severely, or if your will wavers, the divine authority may reject you. In the show, the set stopped working when Nobita's selfishness outweighed his divine intent. You would need absolute conviction."
Suyash was silent, processing. The God Set. A divine artifact that could rewrite laws with a single proclamation. No need for the Power Stone. No need for the Miracle Machine. There was no need to risk his life pulling cosmic artifacts.
It's just a set of items from a children's cartoon.
"Is it really that simple?" he murmured.
"It's not simple," Jarvis cautioned. "A conviction of that magnitude is rare. You would need to truly believe—not just want, but know—that your proclamation is just and necessary. Also, the God Set's authority may be limited to a specific domain. In the show, Nobita's proclamations only affected his immediate surroundings. You would need to specify the scope: 'Throughout the Republic of India, henceforth and retroactively...'"
Suyash nodded slowly. "But it's possible."
"It is possible."
He looked again at the three photographs: Rhea, Prachi, and Pragya. Mother and daughters. A family torn apart by tragedy and betrayal. They were women he wanted not just for a night, but for a lifetime.
Greedy, he thought. But I've never been satisfied with less than everything.
"Find me a high-quality source for the God Set." Find an episode where it's clearly shown. I want every detail: the robe, the staff, the halo, and the tablet. I'll pull it tonight."
"Mr. Shrivastav, I must advise caution. Once you put on the God Set, you will be operating at a level of reality manipulation that you have never attempted before. The consequences of a failed proclamation could be unpredictable."
"I know." Suyash's voice was steady. "But I'm not doing this on a whim. I'll prepare. I'll write the proclamation carefully. I'll believe it with every fiber of my being. It's not just about what I want. It's about giving my wives a life where they don't have to hide. Where all of my wives are recognized. Where our family is legal."
JARVIS was silent for a moment. "I have located the episode. Doraemon Episode 178: 'The God Set.' The items are clearly depicted. I am ready to stream it for extraction when you are prepared."
Suyash stood and crossed to the main screen. "Play it."
The familiar Doraemon animation filled the screen: Nobita crying, Doraemon pulling out the God Set—the white robe, golden staff, halo, and tablet. Suyash watched as Nobita put on the items and made childish announcements: Bullies shall not enter this park! This playground will have the best swings! Reality warped to obey.
It was silly. It was whimsical. And it was exactly what he needed.
Suyash reached toward the screen. His power hummed beneath his skin, responding to his desire. God Set. Divine authority. The power to proclaim.
His fingers touched the screen and passed through it.
The pull was different from before. Not draining, but illuminating. It was as if something vast and ancient was acknowledging his intent. One by one, the items materialized in his hands: the flowing white robe, impossibly light and shimmering with an inner radiance. The golden staff was warm to the touch, and its jewel pulsed with soft light. The divine halo floated just above his reach until he willed it to settle over his head. And the sacred tablet—blank, waiting for his proclamation.
He stood in his study, robed in divine authority, and felt different. Not more powerful. More responsible. It was as if the weight of every word he would speak from that moment forward mattered in ways he couldn't fully comprehend.
"JARVIS," he said, his voice resonating with an echo he hadn't noticed before. "Draft the proclamation. Every word must be precise. I want polygamy to be legalized in India—not just for me, but for anyone who chooses it. It must be retroactive to cover my existing marriages. It must be fully recognized by all legal, religious, and social institutions. I want the world to know that this has always been the case and that it is not a change but a restoration of an ancient and honorable tradition."
"Understood, Mr. Shrivastav. I will prepare the text. I suggest you rest and center yourself. The proclamation should be issued at dawn, when the divine is traditionally invoked."
Suyash removed the God Set, and the items vanished back into his system inventory at his command. The weight of divine authority lifted, and he felt strangely mortal again.
He looked at the three photographs once more: Rhea. Prachi. Pragya.
Soon, he silently promised. Soon, you won't have to hide anymore. You'll be my wives, recognized, honored, and loved.
Outside, the Arabian Sea glittered under the morning sun.
A new world was about to be born.
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