The night was dark and terrifying.
It is 11:00 at Night,
Outside the grand Singhania mansion, a powerful thunderstorm roared. Rain poured down like a curtain of silver, and lightning cracked across the black sky.
Hidden in the shadows of a large tree stood a man named Asubh. He was an evil tantric, a wicked wizard with a long white beard and eyes that held dark secrets. He stood perfectly still, watching the mansion from a distance. A cruel smile touched his lips. He was not there to celebrate; he was there to watch a family fall apart.
The mansion itself was decorated for a grand wedding. Bright lights and flowers covered the walls. A large board stood at the entrance, soaked by the rain, with the words: Akash weds Suma.
But inside, the atmosphere was miserable. The wedding had failed. The guests were leaving one by one, whispering to each other in disappointment. The joy had turned into a scandal.
Ashok Singhania, a powerful and wealthy businessman, sat on a sofa in the main hall. He looked like his family honor and pride is collapsed in a single night. After hanging up the phone with his son, Akash, he collapsed against the cushions, his heart heavy with shame.
The bride, Suma, walked out of the mansion with her family. Her face was red from crying. Her parents looked frustrated and angry. All their hopes for this marriage were gone. Suma stepped into her car, sobbing quietly as she was driven away into the stormy night.
All the guests and bride and groom family left and only the Ashok Singhania, his brother son Vivek, Ashok manager Mr. Gupta is in the house along with servants.
A short time later, the heavy doors of the mansion opened again.
Akash walked in. He was wearing a wedding garland around his neck. Tied to his wedding cloth was a girl named Priya. They were married. Akash kept his head down, unable to look at the opulence around him.
Ashok sat on the sofa, his eyes red with rage. His manager, Gupta, stood beside him, trembling with fear. He knew how dangerous Ashok's anger could be.
Akash walked toward his father and knelt on the floor.
"Dad..." Akash whispered.
"How dare you!" Ashok's voice was like thunder. "How dare you call me your father!"
Akash flinched. Tears began to roll down his cheeks.
"I am not your father, and you are no longer my son," Ashok shouted. His voice was firm and cold.
Priya stood behind Akash, her body shaking. She had never seen a man as angry as Ashok. She felt small and terrified in this giant house.
"Mr. Akash," Ashok spoke loudly, his tone full of hate. "I raised you as a single parent. I gave you discipline, morals, and values. I thought I taught you respect. But today, I see that you have no respect for me or our family's honor."
Ashok pointed a shaking finger at Priya. "Who is she? Who is this girl you brought into my house instead of Suma?"
Priya tried to find her voice. "No, Uncle... please. You don't know what happened tonight. There is a reason—"
"SHUT UP!" Ashok roared.
Priya jumped back, her heart racing. Akash quickly stood up and stepped in front of her to protect her.
"Dad, please let us explain," Akash pleaded. "Let us tell you why I had to marry Priya. It wasn't what you think."
"Don't you dare speak!" Ashok yelled.
At that moment, Vivek—the son of Ashok's brother—came running down the stairs. He looked worried as he approached his uncle. "Uncle, please stay calm. Let my brother Akash explain himself. There must be a story behind this."
Instead of listening, Ashok turned and slapped Vivek across the face.
"Don't you dare say his name in front of me!" Ashok hissed. "I don't have a son anymore. My son died the moment he married this gold-digger. My son died the moment he disrespected our family honor."
Ashok looked at Akash with ice-cold eyes. "If you were really my son, you would have thought about my reputation. Today, not only is my son dead, but the love I felt for him is gone. Even his father is dead today."
Akash felt as if his heart had been ripped out. He fell to the floor and grabbed his father's feet, weeping loudly.
"Dad, please! Don't say those things. It hurts so much. I would rather die than hear you say you aren't my father. I love you more than anything in this world."
Akash sobbed, his voice breaking. "My happiness is in you, Dad. You are my father, my mother, my friend, and my mentor. You are like a God to me. Your love is my very breath. Without you, Akash Singhania would not exist. I love you so much, Dad!"
Akash looked up through his tears. "I married Priya because of a very tough situation. It is not what you imagine. Please, just listen."
Priya cried silently as she watched the man she married beg for his father's love. Even Gupta, the manager, had to wipe tears from his eyes. Vivek stood nearby, watching everything with a silent, unreadable expression.
Ashok stood up straight, his face like stone. "GET UP!"
Akash stood, shaking.
"You knew your marriage was fixed with Suma, the daughter of my partner, Ravish," Ashok said.
"Yes, Dad," Akash whispered.
"You were supposed to be at your wedding," Ashok continued. "Instead, you arrived late and called me to say you married an orphan girl who has no family. You have humiliated me. I am Ashok Singhania, the top businessman in this country. Because of you, I have been insulted in my own home."
Ashok stepped closer. "The wealth and honor of this family were earned by my father and grandfather. Today, I lost it all because my own son's upbringing was questioned. I will never forgive you."
Ashok then gave a terrible choice.
"I will give you two options, Akash. If you want to live in this house as a prince, if you want this wealth and this name, you can have it. But you must leave this girl, Priya, right now. She must never be a part of your life again."
He paused, his eyes narrowing.
"But if you want Priya, then leave. Get out of my house, out of my life, and away from my wealth. It will never belong to you again."
Priya's heart broke. She looked at Akash, waiting in the heavy silence. Akash was torn. He looked at his father, the man he worshipped, and then at the woman he had sworn to protect.
Akash knelt one last time. He touched his father's feet to take his blessing, his tears falling onto Ashok's shoes. Ashok remained cold. He did not move a muscle.
Akash stood up. Ashok turned his back, refusing to look at his son's face.
"Dad," Akash said softly. "I love you. I could give up my life for you. I could give up all my happiness. But I cannot give up the morals you taught me. You always told me that marriage is sacred. You said a real man's responsibility is to protect the person he marries."
Akash took a deep breath. "Priya is my wife. I cannot leave her alone in this world. So... I cannot choose your wealth. If you don't want to see my face, I will leave. I would give my life for you, but I cannot break the relationship that God has tied."
Priya stepped forward, crying. "Akash, no! Father-in-law, please listen to me! I will leave! Don't leave your father because of me! We have to tell him the truth!"
Akash took Priya's hand firmly. "There is no point in explaining now, Priya. I know my father. I believe he will forgive me one day."
Gupta tried to stop them. "Akash, wait! Don't go! Sir is just angry because of the insults!"
Vivek also looked at Ashok. "Uncle, stop them! Don't let them go!"
But Ashok did not stop them. He walked straight to his bedroom. Inside, he took a match and began burning every photograph he had of Akash.
Akash walked out of the mansion and into the rain, holding Priya's hand. Vivek watched them leave, a strange, happy glint in his eyes.
As Akash helped Priya into the car, the evil tantric Asubh watched from the shadows. He laughed a wicked, low laugh.
The scene shifted to the cold, silent peaks of the Himalayas.
Asubh was walking through the snow, leaning on his wooden stick. He looked like a weak, old man with a long white beard.
A man wearing a black jacket was walking fast down the path and crashed into Asubh.
"Hey, old man! Can't you see where you're going?" the man shouted. "You look like a pathetic beggar. Get out of my way!"
The man laughed at Asubh. "You look so weak. I bet you can't even stand up on your own." He reached out and pulled a hair from Asubh's beard, mocking him. "Are you going to hit me with your stick? Are you going to kill me?"
The man laughed again, thinking he was safe.
Asubh's eyes suddenly turned bright red. Two beams of red laser light shot out from his eyes and hit the man's hand.
"AHHH!" the man screamed. His hand began to burn. The fire spread quickly.
Asubh raised his hand and struck the man. The blow was so powerful that the man flew through the air. His arm snapped with a loud crack. He crashed into the ground, groaning in terrible pain.
"You... you look old, but you are something evil," the man gasped, terrified. "Who are you? Please, don't kill me!"
Asubh opened his mouth. A huge flame of fire came out, swallowing the man. In seconds, the man was turned to ashes.
Asubh laughed loudly, his voice echoing through the mountains. "I AM ASUBH! SON OF YAKSHASUR! THE MOST POWERFUL DEMON!"
He walked to a dark cave and whispered a magic spell. He disappeared and reappeared inside, standing before a giant black statue. The statue looked disgusting and evil.
"I have started the plan, Father," Asubh said to the statue. "Soon you will be free. We will rule all worlds and destroy those who did this to you. Not even the Naga or the Garuda can stop us now!"
The black statue did not move, but red tears of blood fell from its eyes. A slow, creepy smile appeared on its stone face.
High above, a Garuda bird flew near the cave. It felt the darkness growing and let out a sad cry.
Far away in the Naga world, Princess Purvi sat on her throne. Her people were praising her and offering prayers. Suddenly, Purvi felt a sharp pain in her head. She closed her eyes and saw a vision of her old enemy, Yakshasur.
She realized the evil plan had already started. Purvi, the Princess of Naga Lok, began to think deeply. The world was in danger, and the Garuda bird was already searching for a way to stop the demon.