Grandfather Kamal, Yash, and Anika stepped out onto the grand entrance of the mansion. The sky air was thick with tension. a gang of 28 men stood before them, gripping bats, hockey sticks, and even a few guns. Their eyes burned with aggression as they fixed their gaze on Kamal and Yash.
Anika glanced at the approaching mob, then turned to Grandfather Kamal. "Give me Da-Tan for now. Sir , You have more important matters to handle."
Grandfather Kamal hesitated for a brief moment, then nodded. With a flick of his wrist, the small creature floated into Anika's hands. She held it close, watching the men carefully.
Grandfather Kamal took a step forward. His voice was calm but commanding. "What is the meaning of this? Why have you come here? This is private property."
A man from the front, wearing a tattered leather jacket and holding a bat over his shoulder, sneered. "Yeah, yeah, old man. We know exactly where we are. But you don't seem to know who you're dealing with. So let's make this simple—hand over the cursed coin, and we'll forgive you."
The group erupted into laughter, mocking Kamal's authority.
Yash clenched his fists. "And if we don't?"
The leader of the group twirled his bat. "Then we won't be so polite anymore. You see, we don't like waiting. Either you hand over the coin peacefully, or we take it by force."
Grandfather Kamal didn't move, his eyes cold and unreadable. Then, in a low voice, he said, "You made a mistake coming here."
The air suddenly grew heavy. Yash smirked and cracked his knuckles. "You want to fight? Alright, let's see what you've got."
Without warning, one of the gang members lunged forward, swinging his bat straight at Kamal's head.
But before the blow could land, Grandfather Kamal raised a single hand. A powerful gust of wind erupted from his palm, sending the attacker flying back like a ragdoll. He heavily crashed into the ground with full of blood in his body, rolling several feet before groaning in pain.
The laughter stopped. The gang froze, eyes wide with shock. The leader took a step back. "What the hell—?"
The grandfather's voice boomed, laced with cold fury. 'This strike,' he declared, his gaze piercing, 'is your answer to what you did to my bodyguard!' He then turned to Yash, a weary in his eyes. 'I am going to take my rest now, Yash. Take care of these people; show them our excellent hospitality....
The leader's face twisted in anger as he watched Grandfather Kamal turn his back on them. "Hey, old man! Where the hell do you think you're going? Give me the cursed coin!"
Grandfather Kamal didn't even glance back. He let out a tired sigh. "This little scuffle isn't worth my time. Yash, handle them. Anika, finish watching and then go inside—our servants will show you your room." He stretched his arms lazily. "What a day..." With that, he strolled away as if the entire gang wasn't standing there, seething with rage.
The leader's fists clenched around the bat. "That bastard is underestimating me!" he growled.
Yash chuckled, rolling his shoulders. "Don't waste your energy. Our chairman doesn't listen to trash like you." He turned to Anika with a cocky grin. "Now, watch closely—I'll show you how to handle punks like this."
The leader's face darkened with fury. "Alright then. If I have to break every bone in your body to get that old man's attention, so be it!"
Yash tilted his head, a playful smirk forming on his lips. "Oh? Go ahead. Try it."
The leader charged, swinging the bat with full force, but just as the bat was about to connect, Yash exhaled lightly. A dark aura burst from his body, rippling through the air like a silent explosion. The leader's eyes widened in shock—his limbs locked up, his breath caught in his throat, and in an instant, his legs gave out beneath him. He collapsed onto the ground, trembling.
Then, the darkness around Yash twisted, shifting into a monstrous form. A towering grim reaper emerged from his shadow, its skeletal hands gripping a scythe wreathed in black fire. Its hollow eyes burned with eerie crimson light, and the air itself felt heavy with death.
Anika took a step back, her eyes widening. "What... What is that?" Skeleton head with dead energy.
The gang members froze. Panic spread among them like wildfire.
The leader, still sprawled on the ground, teeth gritted in pain and desperation, bellowed, "What in the blazes are you all waiting for?! Don't let your fighting spirit falter! Remember why we are here! It is our sacred duty to fulfill the order! So, I say to you – ATTACK! KILLHIM! KILLTHATGIRLTOO! LEAVENOONEALIVE!"
Snapping out of their shock, the group of gang members roared and charged forward, weapons raised.
Yash's expression remained calm, his gaze unwavering. With a slow nod, the grim reaper raised its scythe, its dark energy surging.
In a single, fluid motion, it swung.
The world fell silent.
A black arc of energy tore through the air, slicing through the charging gang like paper.
For a moment, nothing happened. Then—
Blood erupted in all directions.
In the blink of an eye, twenty-seven men were cut to pieces. Some were flung into the sky, their bodies twisting before they rained down, lifeless. Others collapsed where they stood, their weapons falling from their hands as they hit the ground in a wet thud.
And then, as if mocking the carnage, it began to rain. But this wasn't normal rain—it was blood, falling from the sky, painting the ground in deep crimson.
The leader's breath hitched. His vision swam with horror. He looked around wildly, but there was nothing left of his men. Only pieces. The street was drenched in red, the metallic scent thick in the air.
His body trembled uncontrollably. His clothes stuck to his skin, drenched in sweat and blood of rain. His lips quivered as he looked up at Yash—at the monster he had just provoked.
"Y-You... You crazy bastard!" he screamed, his voice shaking with terror.
Yash move little forward, unfazed, clapped his hands mockingly, his grin stretching wide. "Oh wow, what a wonderful speech! Truly inspiring." His voice dripped with sarcasm. He tilted his head back, closing his eyes as the blood rain continued to fall, splattering against his skin. He let out a satisfied sigh. "You know, I thought it would take me at least five minutes to deal with you all. But look at that—one swing, and except for you, everyone's gone."
The leader gritted his teeth, his hands tightening into fists. His fury burned through his fear. "I won't go down that easily!"
In a desperate move, he yanked a gun from his belt, aimed it straight at Yash, and pulled the trigger. The gunfire roared through the night.
But—
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Each bullet stopped mid-air, intercepted effortlessly by the grim reaper's massive scythe. The dark entity didn't even flinch. The bullets dropped uselessly to the blood-soaked ground.
Yash turned slowly, his eyes locking onto Anika. He flashed her a cocky smile.
Anika, still in shock, didn't respond. Her grip tightened around Da-Tan, but she didn't move.
Yash exhaled, turning his gaze back to the leader. His expression darkened. "Done playing?"
The leader's hands shook as he realized his gun was useless. So he throw gun in ground and His mind screamed at him to run. "I-I'll see you next time, bastard! And I'll make sure to take my revenge!"
With that, he spun on his heels and bolted toward the exit.
But he never made it.
Yash's aura pulsed, spreading out like a suffocating wave. The grim reaper responded instantly, raising its scythe. With a flick of Yash's fingers, the creature swung its massive blade downward.
A sickening schlkkk echoed through the air.
The leader's body stopped mid-run. A deep, vertical slash ran straight through him, splitting him in half from head to toe. For a moment, he seemed frozen in place—his mouth opened in a silent scream. Then, his body separated.
Half of him crumpled onto the blood-soaked ground, the other half tumbling a few feet away before landing with a lifeless thud.
Silence fell over the scene.
The grim reaper let out a low, echoing growl before dissolving into black mist, retreating back into Yash's shadow.
Yash cracked his neck and exhaled, stretching his arms as if he had just finished a light workout. He murmured to himself, "Ah... now I feel a semblance of peace. The suffocating pressure of my inner rage towards that cursed coin demon... it has finally eased.
a sudden voice echoed in yash mind:
"You have acquired a new skill: Unlimited Stamina."
Yash blinked, momentarily distracted. Another skill? That makes two now… He pondered. First was the illusion ability, and now this? He clenched his fists, feeling a surge of energy coursing through his veins. It was as if his body no longer knew fatigue.
He exhaled sharply, pushing the thought aside for now.
Turning to Anika, he noticed her expression—confusion laced with shock. Her eyes darted between him and the blood-soaked ground where the remains of the gang leader lay.
Yash smirked. "Don't worry," he said with a casual gesture. "It's just my power. I can create illusions that people can see and feel, shaping them however I imagine for up to fifteen minutes. Then, within that fifteen-minute window, I can turn the illusion into reality for five minutes – like a real creature or thing." He smiled. "Honestly, for those five minutes, it feels like I become a god.
Anika smiled strangely and said, "That's... nice. If you said this thing before than , I won't believe your words until I see it with my own eyes. But now i have no words to say. Yash, he try to rise his hand towards Anika,
If you marry me, then no one will be able to raise a single finger against you." She seemed to try and brush off Yash's last comment and move backward side . She then thought to herself, By the way, I've seen something similar to this in Shimla before.
As yash seen Anika reaction, here he said So, you coming inside, or do you need another show?"
Anika didn't respond. She just stared at him—thinking she is surrounded with the monsters in human form.
Yash and Anika stepped into the hall room, they found Grandfather Kamal seated comfortably on a luxurious sofa, a cup of steaming tea in his hand. His gaze, sharp yet calm, flickered toward Anika.
"You and Da-Tan should go to your room and rest," Grandfather Kamal instructed.
Anika nodded, sensing that the conversation ahead was not meant for her. With a final glance at around hall room, she left, following the servant up the staircase.
Once she was out of sight, Grandfather Kamal turned to Yash. "So… all of them are finished?"
Yash smirked, stretching his arms lazily as if he had just woken from a nap. "Yep. No one able to survived my 'hospitality.'"
Grandfather Kamal chuckled softly, shaking his head. "I received news that those people were approaching my property through a phone call. That's why I sent Meera and her friends away quickly. I knew something like this would happen."
Yash raised an eyebrow. "Huh. So you were prepared."
Grandfather Kamal took a slow sip of his tea. "Something like that only."
But Yash wasn't done. His smirk faded, replaced by a thoughtful frown. "Alright, everything's fine, but I have one question."
Grandfather Kamal gestured with his hand. "Go ahead."
Yash leaned slightly forward. Chairman, "Why do you trust them so easily?"and you generally don't meet someone who is unknown.
Kamal's expression remained unreadable.
I mean," Yash continued, "chairman you've never met Madhav or Mohit before, and you not only accepted them but you're also going to help them. And now, you're even protecting Anika from an unknown threat.
Grandfather Kamal leaned back, his fingers tapping thoughtfully on the armrest of the sofa. "It's because I've seen Madhav's face before."
Yash, who had been lazily leaning against a pillar, straightened up, raising an eyebrow. "Where? Outside? In the marketplace? Or… don't tell me he's some kind of spy who's been following our car?"
Grandfather Kamal shook his head. "No, no… not there." His gaze turned distant as he tried to recall. "I just… I know I've seen his face somewhere before. I can remember it clearly, but I can't place where."
Yash scoffed. "Well, Chairman, when you do remember, let me know. Next time I meet him, I'll show him hell."
The moment Yash said those words, something clicked in Grandfather Kamal's mind. His eyes widened slightly, and his fingers stilled. "Wait…" he murmured. "I remember now. It was before when you and Meera were not even born." In that time but not confirm where.
Yash blinked, then let out a short laugh. "Oh, come on. That's a terrible joke, Chairman. And trust me, I enjoy a good joke—but this one's just bad."
Kamal's expression remained serious. "I'm not joking, Yash. I'm telling you the truth."
Yash exhaled sharply, rubbing the back of his head. "Alright, chairman, if you say so. But I've got things to do. I'll catch you later." He turned on his heel, already making his way toward the exit.