Rudra Singhania—one of Mumbai's most powerful businessmen.A man both respected and feared. A name that carried influence… and infamy.
After being shot in a violent incident, he now lay in a hospital bed—caught between life and death.
But the moment his soul descended into the Netherworld, fate took a darker turn.
The King of hell had finally found a vessel worthy of him.
"So this… is a human body."
The King's voice echoed within the silent void of Rudra's consciousness.
"I have never understood how souls manage to live inside such fragile forms."
The moment he entered Rudra's body, an overwhelming surge of power filled it.
Machines began to beep erratically.
Suddenly—
Rudra's eyes snapped open.
With unnatural strength, he ripped the needles out of his veins. Drops of blood fell onto the floor… but the wounds healed almost instantly.
Why wouldn't they?
He was no ordinary being.
He was the son of a god.
Within seconds, doctors and nurses rushed into the room.
"What is this nonsense, Sister?" the doctor snapped. "You said his heartbeat had stopped!"
"I—I'm telling the truth, doctor!" the nurse stammered, staring at Rudra in shock. "His pulse was gone… even now, the system shows no heartbeat!"
"Get that machine checked immediately!" the doctor ordered, clearly irritated.
Then he turned toward Rudra.
"Mr. Singhania… how are you feeling now?"
Rudra—no, the King—looked at him with cold indifference.
Without answering, he began removing the bandages wrapped around his body.
"Mr. Singhania, you are not allowed to—"
"Do not even try to touch me, human," the King said in a low, dangerous voice."Or I will reduce you to ashes where you stand."
The doctor froze.
"My lord… you shouldn't speak to humans like that."
A voice echoed beside him.
The Prime Minister of hell stood invisibly at his side.
"Humans address each other by name. You must learn to behave like one. You need to access this man's memories… only then will you understand human life."
The King paused.
"You are right. But tell me… how do you know all this?"
The minister lowered his head.
"I often travel to Earth, My lord. I find humans… fascinating. That is why I have learned a few things about them. Forgive me for not telling you earlier."
The King gave him a sharp glance.
Outside the room, the doctor hurriedly called Rudra's secretary.
"Please come quickly," he said. "Mr. Singhania has regained consciousness… but something isn't right."
Within minutes, Atul—the loyal secretary—arrived.
"Yes, doctor, you wanted to speak to me?"
"Mr. Singhania is conscious," the doctor said carefully, "but I believe there may be some psychological damage."
"Watch your words, doctor," Atul replied sharply. "Do you even know who you're talking about? The bullet hit his heart, not his brain."
While Atul spoke, something else was happening inside the room.
The King had already absorbed every memory Rudra possessed.
A slow, sinister smile spread across his face.
"Remarkable… this human is exactly as I needed. Fearless. Ruthless. A man who has sent countless others to their deaths… and fears no one—not even God."
At that moment, Atul entered the room.
"Sir… are you alright? I just spoke to the doctor—"
The King glanced at his minister.
Without a word, the minister understood.
In an instant, he took control of Atul's mind… and slipped into his body.
"My lord," the minister's voice echoed inside Atul, "why have you asked me to possess this human?"
"The girl we seek… can see beings like us," the King replied calmly."I do not want her to see you and stay away from me. In this form, you can remain by my side at all times."
He stood up from the bed.
"Now… it is time to leave this place. Prepare to return to his mansion."
Soon, they arrived at the Singhania Mansion.
The King walked through it slowly, observing everything.
Just as Rudra's memories had shown—it was grand… yet filled with darkness.
They made their way to the basement.
A place where Rudra had carried out countless illegal activities.
The King raised his hand and carved a strange symbol into one of the walls.
With a whisper of ancient words, he sealed it with magic.
The wall shimmered… and transformed.
It was no longer just a wall.
It had become a gateway—
A portal directly connecting Earth to the Netherworld.
"What do we do next, My king?" the minister asked.
"First, we must reach her," the King said."Then we must determine how much she understands her power."
He turned, his eyes gleaming with ambition.
"We will bring her close. Watch her. Control her. And once she willingly comes with us… we will take her to Hell."
A dark smile formed on his lips.
"Her consent will open every path for us. Not just Earth… even Heaven will fall under our rule."
"My father chose her to prevent the coming catastrophe. But once she is under my control… she will become the very bridge that destroys the distance between Heaven and Hell."
"Yes, My lord." Atul replied obediently.
"But how will you find her?" he asked after a moment. "Have you thought about that?"
"I have not seen her face," the King said coldly. "I have only felt her presence."
Atul hesitated, then said, "Then… we can bring every girl to you. You will recognize her."
The King's expression darkened.
"No. I will not touch every human just to find her," he said with disgust."You know how much I despise them."
"Then… what will we do?" Atul asked.
The King walked toward the window, looking out into the city.
"We need time to think. There must be a way… for her to come to us on her own."
He clenched his fist slightly.
"In this human body, my power is limited. If I had my full strength, I would have found her instantly. But for now… we must work with what we have."
"At your command, My lord." Atul said.
"I will gather information from the human world. I know exactly where to look."
The King nodded slightly.
And somewhere far away…
Fate had already begun moving its pieces.