A voice cut through the dark empty space.
Sharp. Clear. Absolute.
Not loud in sound — loud in presence. It did not rise. It did not strain. It arrived — and the silence rearranged itself around it.
"I am Samay."
Nothing echoed. Nothing dared repeat the name.
"I am the endless Time."
The darkness did not tremble. It did not brighten. It continued — because continuation was already in motion.
"I am like a wheel that never stops."
If that wheel could be seen, it would not be iron or stone. It would not creak or grind. It would turn without friction. Galaxies would spiral in its spokes. Nebulas would drift along its rim. Entire histories would cling to it like dust, believing themselves permanent.
"I keep going."
A star ignited.
"I never tire."
That star aged.
"I never rest."
That star collapsed into silence.
No shift in tone.
"Because I move, the world exists."
On a barren planet, fire cooled into crust. Rain fell. Oceans gathered. In those waters, something divided. Once. Then again. Then beyond counting. Not commanded. Not guided.
Allowed.
Moments stacked upon moments. That is all existence requires.
Without duration, there is no growth. Without growth, no structure. Without structure, no world.
Mountains rise because seconds gather into centuries. Rivers carve stone because minutes become ages. A child becomes a warrior because hours refuse to freeze.
Time does not create mountains.
Time permits their rising.
Time does not carve rivers.
Time permits their erosion.
"I do not choose."
The wheel turned.
Empires declared themselves eternal. Kings lifted crowns and called their rule divine. Warriors lifted blades and believed their strike would echo forever.
Stone weathered.
Crowns rusted.
Blades dulled.
"I continue."
When Brahma begins a kalpa, Time does not begin with him. It was flowing before the first syllable of creation. When Vishnu preserves and Shiva dissolves, their acts unfold within sequence. Even destruction requires order.
When Odin hung upon Yggdrasil, pierced by his own spear, nights passed one by one. When Ragnarok comes, it will not stand outside duration. It will occur within it.
When Kronos swallowed his children to escape prophecy, he remained chained to the current he feared.
When Lucifer rose in rebellion, seeking to dethrone the very source of his existence, the war in heaven did not erupt in an instant outside measure. It unfolded. It required sequence. Even defiance must wait its turn.
Time does not argue with gods.
Time does not obey them.
It moves.
A flower blooms because cells divide in order. It withers because order continues. The beginning is never separate from the ending.
"Everything is because I move."
No pride.
Without before, there is no after. Without after, no change. Without change, no existence.
The universe expands. Stars exhaust themselves. Galaxies drift apart. Heat spreads thin across endless dark.
Gradual.
Permitted.
"It will end."
The voice did not darken.
It stated.
Just as there was ignition — a first breath into nothingness — there will be a final silence.
Complete.
Every beginning carries its ending within it.
The first sunrise already leaned toward its last dusk. The first cry of an infant already walked toward its final exhale.
This is not cruelty.
This is structure.
A circle does not apologize for closing.
"There is an end to everything."
Mountains will fall. Oceans will vanish. The sun will dim. The fabric of space will stretch thin.
Even memory will dissolve.
The wheel will not crack.
It will turn.
Time is not an executioner. It lifts no blade. It selects no victim.
It allows sequence to conclude.
Yet endings do not occur without event.
A forest does not burn without flame. A civilization does not collapse without fracture. A star does not die without exhaustion.
An end is an arrival.
And arrivals are brought.
The silence deepened.
"This story is not about how the world began… or where its end begins."
A pause.
"This is the story of Kaliyug.
An age where dharma thins. Where truth is questioned. Where power wears masks and calls itself justice. Where noise replaces wisdom.
"This is the story of a man's patience."
Patience tested. Stretched. Broken by reality.
"This is the story of a man's awakening."
Not gentle. Not peaceful. But forced — like a blade drawn from fire and blood.
"This is the story of ego."
Of pride rising like a storm. Of believing oneself right — even against the world.
"This is the story of justice."
Not the kind written in law. The kind demanded by consequence.
"This is the story of two mortals."
In their quest, they fought everything that stood before them. Power. Authority. Fear. Even destiny itself. It did not matter who blocked the path. God. Man. Monster.
They did not step aside.
"This is the story where three points of fate met."
Three lives. Three different view points . Three directions converging at a single moment.
When they collided—
A legend was born.
The wheel turned.
"This is the story of a mortal named DJ."
Not chosen by prophecy.
Not crowned by gods.
Forged by circumstance.
Shaped by loss.
Driven by questions no one else dared ask
.
A city breathes under neon lights. Sirens wail in the distance. Somewhere in that restless night, a man stands on a rooftop, wind pressing against his jacket, watching a world that does not know it is about to change.
"This…"
The darkness thins.
"…is DJ."
The wheel does not stop.
"DJ — The Superhero."
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Three years after the Carl incident.
" I always used to wonder." A voice came. Calm, unhurried.
" Like… what will I even become? Engineer? Doctor?" DJ muttered, hopping onto the building roof, his voice like he is doing a monologue.
"Mom always said doctor, dad said engineer… but me? I just wanted to act. Be famous. Fans everywhere. Old, young, boys and girls alike. Girls more than boys, of course." He shrugged, pulling open the security panel with a practiced flick. Black T-shirt, cargo pants, slick backpack with red lines, and his Star-Lord-style helmet with red triangular lenses made him look mildly irritated, like someone had interrupted his nap.
He set the slick backpack down, pulled out a tiny laptop, and plugged it into the panel.
"Y'know… when I grew up, I figured I'd better do what the 'parents wanted… but guess what? They gave me the dreams, not the cash." His voice modulator kicked in, deep and dramatic.
The laptop screen flickered.A logo popped up. He sighed, just as he expected—the call came, complete with GTA theme music. He bobbed his head on the music a few times like he always does, and picked up.
"Yo," he answered. The name flashing was Rawkny.
"What happened?" DJ's tone was half-annoyed.
"What happened? You are stealing my laptop and hacking into RC Corp's main branch… when I was live on stream." Rony's voice was calm, but there was an edge. On his side, several screens showed. The Minecraft stream, and a fake face filter he'd slapped on for "content."
"You're doing that stream again? There is no future in that shit." DJ groaned, half complaining, half annoyed.
"Don't switch topics. I gave you tech under one condition—don't steal from someone who doesn't deserve it."
"He deserves it," DJ shot back.
Rony sighed. "DJ… seriously? You said we're the Robin Hoods of the city. And now? You're just… taking it all yourself."
"Bro… I'm poor," DJ said, like it explained everything.
"Poor? Pfft. I wish everyone was poor like you. You've got a Yamaha MT in your garage."
"That… was stolen!" DJ defended, throwing his hands up.
"And modified. Not cheap. Helmet, bag… remember?" Rony teased.
DJ exhaled. "Yeah, yeah. But this guy needs it more. I'm not here for cash—they've got a prototype that caught my eye."
"A prototype?" Rony raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah. Emulator. Thingy… it makes 3D model of the wearer and surrounding. It was built to stimulate reality and stuff. Proper matrix type setup or something, and now that's rusting on the vault as a prize of victory. With a little tweak? We can make it insane." And Rony on the side said.
"Fine. Get it to me. But next time you hit someone, ask me." And hearing this, DJ sighs.
"Done. Now unlock it?" he said looking annoyed. Rony didn't waste time and did immediately.
"Third floor from the top. Right corner. Boss's office, behind the photo. Code 34685, switch on the main table. Motion sensors, four guys on that floor, four guards. Security's offline now."
Laptop beeped. "Complete."
DJ leaned back, helmet tilting. "Finally… I can monologue in peace."
Rony rolled his eyes. "You do love monologues, huh?"
DJ pushed the ventilator button, sliding down into the dark corridor. He tapped the back of his helmet—red lenses glowed. The blackened hallway lit up like daytime.
"Robin Hood time."
Cameras blinked off as he passed. Motion sensors? Ignored. He moved like this was a daily thing. Soon, he reached the boss office.
Painting on the wall caught his eye. Pulled it down. The safe? Ignored the first code. Knocked, tapped, helmet vision switched to red-X-ray. Empty room behind the safe. A button on the desk. Click.
"Stealing from the rich… giving to the poor. Yeah. Classic DJ."
Safe door glowed. Hack, hack, click—it opened. Inside: machinery, books, watches, cash. He grabbed the prototype on the corner, eyeing the pile of money.
"Don't even think about it," Rony's calm voice warned through the comms.
DJ smirked, flipped a middle finger to the CCTV, and stashed the goods.
Parking lot. Black-and-red bike. He pulled out spray paints, started tagging walls with confetti and devil emojis—triangular eyes, comical triangle teeth, all very DJ.
"Hey! What are you doing?" The security guard yelled.
DJ glanced over, ignored him, focused on finishing. Guard marched closer, furious.
Click. DJ pulled a cash bill from his pocket. Flash it. Guard froze. Helmet, weirdness, bill—he smiled, accepted it.
DJ kicked the bike to life, roared out.
The guard inspected the bill and found it odd… it was fake.
DJ laughed over the wind. "Take from the rich, give to the poor… and who's more poor than me?"
He vanished into the night.
He was getting out of the city, and entered an underground, subway type area, and then climbed some stairs on his bike, and then reached an end, and he parked his bike, where tons of bike equipment were. He undoes his mask, and reveals his face. Which was a normal brown skin face with shoulder length long hair, and some facial hair on his face, not so beautiful face, but a smart one. He placed his helmet on his backpack and twisted his T-shirt upside down, making it look all different. He walks out from that underground secret layer, and goes up by using stairs. His secret layer was an old check up area for the cleaning crew of tunnels and pipes . After getting out from there, he saw a lavishing building in front of him.
""Home sweet home," he muttered to himself and entered the five-star venue. Once inside, he took the lift to his penthouse, dropped his stuff, and headed straight to the bathroom. He used an expensive brush and toothpaste, a premium face wash, a hot towel, and enjoyed a steamy bath. Afterward, he ate a delicious meal prepared by the hottest maid anyone could find—she knew he was watching.
"Sir, can you stop looking at me?" she teased.
"Definitely not," he said, grabbing her hand and placing her on his lap.
"Why don't you marry me?" she asked with a mischievous look.
"So you just want free food, huh?" she whispered. He shivered slightly at the closeness.
"Would you like to make dinner as well?" He teased.
"You know you can't afford this lavish flat and me together sir," she added in a seductive tone.
He looked at her, smiling. "Believe me, I can afford much more."
Later the next day early in the morning, he went downstairs to the garage where his superbike was. And he didn't take his modified bike which he used to steal. There were four bikes, and he used another white one, which was a Kawasaki ninja. He went from the same way he came here , and went to the streets, and then the college area. It was the national college of science and tech. NCST is a college of the best of the best, and he was in the second year of the college, and how he entered the college, thanks his friend Rony, genius in all means. There is nothing he can do. Not his words, and he didn't doubt that as well.
He parked his bike in the parking yard which the security told him that it was parking from the professors, which he just took out a five hundred bill, and gave it to him.
" Drink well, and give some to your kids." And patted his shoulder. And then walked in, and a class was going on, Rony was on the back, writing some notes when someone called him from behind.
" Here is your laptop." And he immediately looked behind, and saw DJ there, and was surprised to see his sudden apprentice.
" Are you planning to play Batman? Where did you come from?"
" Doesn't matter, take your shit I'm gonna leave, I can care less about the college." Said the bored DJ. And gave him the bag.
" What are you planning? I got you into one of the top colleges of India, and you are doing like that."
" It doesn't matter, I'm gonna pass anyway. And what's gonna happen even if I get the degree or anyways."
" Sometimes I wonder why I decided to help you." He said to DJ, clear sarcasm on his face.
" Because I fund your projects."
" Point taken." He said looking back,
" But I hel-" but he got cut off by a loud apology coming from the front of the class.
And when he looked in front of the class, and made the apology, all the sound of the universe went silent, and in the background a romantic music started to play, and a bright spotlight appeared on the person's head. And her every word was as gentle as a breeze, every shake of the head or a slight movement was beautiful. He was in love, no scratch that, he was mad in love. The girl, no! The angel from up above, was the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. She has a milky white skin with black beautiful eyes and long brown hair with a perfect face and a free spirit look. He was totally lost on her, when a sudden voice broke his focus.
"Oy! Oyy where is your mind?" Asked his friend Rony. And be snapped out from his shock. And immediately asked.
"Who is she?"
"Who is she?" He asked, not paying him any attention, focusing on study.
" That chick who just entered the class."
And he looked at her. His eyes flicker, and he replies in a low voice.
" Sakshi mehera. Her father is the biggest scientist of India if not the world, she works in Drishyam news and paper as a freelance photographer. Have good connections in college and the market. Her social skills are way better than both of us combined, extroverted, favorite food, ice creams, flavour, which is available, favorite color red, and always carries her mother's scarf and a camera with her . Gentle, powerful, beautiful and dangerous. I heard she hospitalized some teenagers."
"Why?" He asked and continued.
" And how did you know that much about her?"
" I don't know why, but I heard they deserve it. And the reason, well, you know. I had a crush on her the day I saw her." And he looked at her.
" Is the window still open?"
" You can try, half of the college did, and I don't think it'll work. Apparently she has a brother that no one wants to mess with, and there was rumors about her and our chemistry teacher, who is female for your information."
" Why?"
" Why what? We can't judge anyone by their orientation do we?"
" Not that, about his brother." He said little annoyed by his statement
" Ohh! If you have seen his brother, you'll know." Said Rony who was now focusing on his laptop.
" And don't do anything too stupid like going and -" And he was already going beside her. He said looking at his friend's proning form.
" And he went there and sat beside her." And he did just that. His sneaking habits make him terrifying sometimes. And what he was now doing, was just gonna make his life more difficult, and he knows that. But now, he can only wait and see what's gonna happen.
" Hay." DJ said to the beautiful girl. Who looked at her with indifference.
"Hy?" Was her reply.
" My name is Devesh Joshi, what's yours?"
" I bet you know that." She said with her signature smile.
" I know, but that is necessary for a good first conversation isn't it." And she chuckles. Which made him smile, and the professor there told the class to be silent, hearing some chattering coming from behind.
"So Devesh, what's your plan?"
" What plan? He asked." Looking at the black board.
" What's your next move, what're you gonna do, now you know I'm talking to you?"
" Well! To be honest, I didn't think I'm gonna reach this far. But whatever, do you wanna hang out in the canteen, or maybe in a cafe?" And again she chuckles.
Sometimes later in the cafe area, there is the cafe, and she was eating like no end, several cake items, several smoothies, several sweets and other things. And he was looking at her eating face, with a fine smile . And Rony was looking at all of this from the canteen, he was a part time cook there. And he was holding a calculator adjusting his glasses. He was summing the bill for his best friend. Four thousand eight hundreds and forty five rupees.
" That guy is gonna become broke today."
And outside, Sakshi was putting her helmet on, when a small remote control car came near his scooty which was parked near a car. It was a small flat shaped car with little red and black lines on it.
And from his wheel, a small spike poked out like James Bond movies, and punctured her tires.
And when she looked down to see the sudden voice, she saw her tire puncher, and she couldn't find the reason why, and when she was quantum plating what's she gonna do, DJ stopped beside her with the sun glasses . And looking In Front of the road. Asking the unanswered question.
And later they went shopping, and she was running his wallet dry. And he was just looking at her with that same smile. And Rony, who was working part-time, looked at her.
" Twenty nine thousand and six hundred." He was still adding the amount.
" Oh and a Gucci bag."
" Forty two thousand more." He said to no one in particular .
And she was now looking at a particular set of clothes. And she was showing him, and asking him which one to pick. And by doing this, she was testing him. One was a little too expensive and good looking, and the second one was too cheap and also good looking.
" So which one?" She asked, and he kept looking at her with that same smile.
" She is testing you. If you choose the cheaper one, she'll consider you to be just a one timer. If you choose an expensive one, she'll call you a horny mutt, who just wants her body, and a desperate one. Third, if you choose both, she'll think you're the son of a rich bastard." He heard his best friend saying in his ear piece.
" You know, you'll look best in both of them. But why don't we take this one?" And pulled out a red and black overcoat for her.
" It'll match with your red scarf. I heard it's important to you. And it has several under pockets, it'll help in your media profession, As well. And save my friends credit score quite a bit."
And he heard a wild thing in his ear piece, and he squinted his eyes a bit, and she didn't notice that. And he immediately took out the smallest earpiece you'll ever see. He throws that on the ground, and stomps on it. She took it with glee. And then looked at him.
" You impressed me, Dev." She said with a small smile.
" Call me DJ if you like, and can I have your number?"
"Sure." and she took his phone and entered her phone number on it .
" I have never seen you in college before, and it's already mid term, so I wonder how?"
" I didn't have much reason to come before."
" This is one of the most prestigious colleges in the world. And you didn't bother to come?" She asked in surprise, looking a little mad.
" Do you want to be a scientist?" He asked, looking at her surprised face.
"No!" Was her reply.
" Not me either." And he leaned back a bit.
" And if I wanted, I'd be the topper of the class. If I wanted to be a scientist , I'd study like my life depended on it. I'm not interested in studying, I want to be a really really really rich guy." He said with a small smile. And he looked at her with interest.
" And how you gonna be that."
"Marry a rich girl off course."
" Then you are looking at the wrong girl right now."
" Doesn't matter, and I can risk my future for someone like you."
And she put a hand on her chest.
" Oh my, so you're telling me, you're gonna leave me after all that we have done. And she acted like mock crying. You haven't even made chocolate rain yet." And he saw this, and gave a small smile, and acted with it.
"What is done is done now, we can't do anything, you don't have money, and I don't either. That's why I'm leaving you." He said while turning back. Giving the best Indian drama show level acting, sas bahu type . And she placed her hand on his shoulder.
" But! I'm pregnant Raj." And he turned so fast that they heard thunder in the background, two or three times.
" What!" He said in a dramatic voice.
"Kiran."
"Raj." They both said their names. And their drama broke when they heard someone's muffled chuckles. And they both embarash. Well she looked, he just grinned and winked at the chuckling shopkeeper, even Rony mad vomiting sounds.
They immediately ran from the store, well she did, and he just walked behind her.
" That was embarrassing." She said with a blush on her face.
" Not my fault you wanted to play sas bahu, in a Gucci store." He said not caring for the embarrassment of them.
" So you wanna try something else?" He asked, still looking amused.
And she looked at him like he was crazy .
And they enjoyed the few games there, and he cheated in all of them, to win off course. And they have some fun in some small rides in the mall.And they have fun, and they were happy there. And in a bouncy house, they were jumping like crazy, and enjoying themselves, and then they both laid down in exhaustion. Their heads are beside each other. And they both were breathing heavily and they had a joyous look on their faces. They were enjoying their time there when they heard someone's voice .
"Aren't you two quite big to be in a kid's ride?" An old lady said from the ground below .
And indeed they were in a kids jumping house, and some kids were beside them jumping, and one was even crying on the ground, his parents glaring at them.
They immediately went out of the mall, laughing and bickering like kids, and they were talking about the face of that woman who glared at them like they kicked her puppy or something.