Written by Mohammad Faiz Assadi
Elvin realized two things as he lay bleeding on the cold road.
First—no one was coming to help him.
Second—this pain was not the end of his life, but the beginning of something far worse.
Elvin was a poor boy, but poverty had never broken his spirit.
He studied at St. Stephan Law and Engineering College, where he dreamed of building a better future for himself and his family.
Despite his worn clothes and empty pockets, Elvin was kind-hearted, humble, and hardworking. Every day, he sat quietly in class, listening carefully to his lecturers, believing that education was his only escape from misery.
But the world was never kind to dreamers like him.
In his class was Jacko, a notorious bully—the spoiled son of a cruel and powerful man named Marco. Jacko hated Elvin, not because Elvin had done anything wrong, but because Elvin refused to bow his head.
Every day, Jacko mocked him.
Every day, he humiliated him.
And every day, Elvin swallowed the pain in silence.
Until the day everything broke.
Just before the exams, Jacko and his gang cornered Elvin outside the college. Without mercy, they beat him brutally—kicking, punching, laughing—as Elvin lay helpless on the ground.
Their goal was simple:
to destroy his future.
As blood trickled from his forehead and his vision blurred, Elvin clenched his fists.
"One day…" he swore silently,
"I will not remain weak forever."
They left him there, broken and unconscious.
When Elvin opened his eyes again, the world felt… wrong.
The air was heavier.
The sky looked unfamiliar.
And the land around him was nothing like the city he knew.
He had entered another world.
A world called Gorva.
The people called it "The Home of Happiness."
But in whispers, they also called it "The Land of Sadness."
Because the king who ruled Gorva was cruel and arrogant—a tyrant who terrorized villages and kidnapped young girls without mercy.
In this strange world, Elvin lived with a poor but loving family:
a farmer father, a gentle mother, and a little sister named Riya.
For a brief moment, Elvin felt peace.
Until fate struck again.
One day, near the river, the king's men abducted Riya.
When Elvin's parents heard the news, their cries echoed through the house.
Elvin held them close and said with trembling determination,
"Don't worry, Mom… Dad…
I will bring Riya back."
Borrowing a horse, Elvin set out alone.
Through scorching heat, freezing nights, and endless rain, he traveled without rest—driven by fear, love, and a burning promise in his heart.
One night, in a small village, he rented a room to rest.
But danger followed him even there.
A group of thieves tried to rob him in the darkness.
Just when Elvin thought it was over, a brave young girl arrived with her guards. Her name was Rina. She chased the robbers away and helped him without asking anything in return.
That night, two broken souls met.
Friendship slowly turned into love.
But Elvin's mission was not over.
"My love," he told Rina one morning,
"I must save my sister. But I promise… I will return for you."
Elvin infiltrated the king's palace and rescued Riya from captivity. She cried with joy and hugged him tightly.
But fate was merciless.
When Elvin returned to Rina's village, it was destroyed.
The same robbers had attacked.
Her father was dead.
And Rina… was gone forever.
Elvin collapsed at her grave, tears streaming down his face.
"Rina…" he whispered,
"I swear… they will pay."
Driven by grief and rage, Elvin hunted the thieves one by one. In a dark forest, he faced their leader in a brutal fight. Though beaten to the ground, he heard Rina's voice in his heart:
"Stand up, Elvin. Fight… not just for me, but for every woman who suffered."
With renewed strength, Elvin defeated the man and delivered justice.
He returned home with Riya—forever carrying Rina's memory in his heart.
But the story did not end there.
One night, Elvin dreamed again.
Rina appeared and whispered softly,
"Elvin… it's me.
Rina… your classmate from the first bench.
I loved you…"
Elvin woke up suddenly.
He was back in the real world.
Was Gorva just a dream?
Or was it something far more dangerous?
To be continue