"Who are you… another goddess?" Vikram asked, curiosity flickering in his eyes.
She let out a tired sigh, as if she were dealing with a fool. Her presence radiated authority—an unspoken aura that said, "I'm the one in charge here."
With calm, deliberate steps, she walked up to him, locking eyes.
"So what if I am? Going to beg for a boon? Pray to me to save you? Forget it."
She poked his cheek with a slight smirk playing on her lips.
"And no—I'm not a goddess. I'm the manifestation of your own power… given form."
"My power?" Vikram asked, but before he could say anything else, she grabbed him by the collar and began dragging him out.
Instinctively, he clutched her dress—not to be inappropriate, but to stop her from tripping over him. She shot him a glare, her aura screaming "I'm the boss here."
"We don't have time for your nonsense, idiot. Because of your neighbors, that killer got a break—and if we waste even a single day without stopping a murder night, we're done for."
Dragging him like a frustrated wife pulling her drunk husband out of trouble, she hauled Vikram all the way to a outside of house .
"Then what should I do? Just tell me—I'm ready," Vikram said, though his voice wavered with uncertainty.
"Use me. However you want." She spread her arms and dramatically opened her sleeves.
Vikram's eyes widened in shock. "Like... that openly?"
She immediately smacked him and shouted in rage, "Idiot! Not like that! I said I'm your power, that's what I meant!"
Vikram looked at her flushed cheeks, as red as her fiery eyes—and just like that elegant, alluring red dress she wore. He muttered, "Then why do you look like this? If you're truly my power, shouldn't you be within me? And what's this coin? I found it, but nothing feels different…"
Power said, "You'll need to turn me on "
Vikram blinked, confused. His face turned slightly red as he asked, "What do you mean?"
Power blushed in irritation. "Idiot! Stop watching late-night adult content! I meant the coin you found—it holds your power. To activate it, you need to chant the mantra inscribed on it. Once you do, you and I will become one."
She pointed to herself. "I am the manifestation of that power. My core is the Vajra bones—the power of divine strength. Understand now?"
She took a deep breath and spoke calmly, though her voice carried urgency.
"Call Officer Samradh. And get the names and addresses of all the big - small 'gangs' currently operating."
Vikram asked,
"Uh... why?"
She replied in a completely casual, emotionless tone,
"What do you mean why? You're going to beat them up—to help build your endurance and battle IQ."
Vikram:
"WAAAHHHHHHH"
Vikram yelled out,
"Are you insane? What do you expect me to do in just one night?!"
She slapped both his cheeks lightly, cupping them in her hands.
"Do you want to save your people or not?"
Vikram stood still, eyes fixed on her.
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Meanwhile, at the police station...
Officer Samradh sat with his hand on his forehead. In front of him, a wooden table cluttered with a laptop, some files, and a half-eaten snack.
Outside his cabin, the cries of injured men echoed through the hallway.
"Asaram! Tell Ansh to wait—don't rush into it just yet," he shouted, shutting his eyes in frustration. His mind was racing, trying to make sense of everything going on.
Buzz Buzz.
His phone rang.
"Hello, who is this?" Samradh asked.
A familiar voice came through the speaker.
"Hello sir... I need your help. I need a list of all the gangs currently operating in Mumbai."
Samradh's tone stiffened.
"Why? You already know what's going on. I can't let another life be lost—not at any cost."
Vikram responded,
"I know... and I understand. After what happened with that girl, I know how it must feel. But please, trust me. I'll do whatever it takes—I may be naive, but I swear I'll make it through this. Just… believe in me."
Samradh ran a hand across his forehead.
"Fine. But no more reckless stunts. Got it?"
Power, overhearing it all, giggled and muttered to herself,
"He said 'ok sir'... how cute."
"Okay sir," Vikram replied seriously, ending the call.
Seconds later, a full digital file arrived on Vikram's phone.
Power held out the phone and said, "Open it."
"Alright…" Vikram opened the file and stared in disbelief.
"Over two hundred?! That many major gangs are still active?!"
Power bounced around, throwing punches in the air like a boxer.
"This is perfect! I finally get to go wild again!"
Vikram sighed.
"Are you really helping me... or trying to get me killed?"
She simply gave him a sweet, reassuring smile.
"Don't worry. No need to cry now. Let's go."
She began walking ahead—humming softly, her expression full of confidence, eyes sparkling with purpose.
Vikram raised his hand toward her, concern in his voice.
"Wait… before you go, tell me. How do I turn you on?"
She paused, placed a hand on her forehead, and exhaled with a faint smile.
"What am I supposed to do with you…"
Turning around, she stepped closer and extended her palm.
"Give me the coin."
Vikram handed it over.
"Listen. Whenever you want to activate me, speak the mantra. The coin will float in front of you."
She flicked the coin into the air—it hovered midair, glowing—then caught it elegantly.
"When you catch it like this, it will absorb into you. My power will flow into your body, and we'll become one—two souls, one entity."
"Fusion type?" Vikram asked.
She smirked and folded her arms, standing tall with pride.
"Exactly. Now try it."
Vikram took the coin from her hand, closed his eyes, and breathed deeply.
Then he spoke, slowly and clearly:
"Karma Bhumi Mrityu Lokasya Raja Vikramsya Raj Mudra."
The coin hovered in front of him.
Etched in glowing letters were the words BMV, a majestic crown floating just above them. Intricate patterns—like a celestial chart—encircled the coin's surface. It radiated with light.
Then—he grasped it.
Golden steam burst from his fist.
Vikram's body began to glow.
A warmth spread through him—deep, comforting, unexplainable. Golden rings formed around his pupils. Shivers raced down his spine. The mist coiled around him, and a radiant aura bloomed from within.
"Power… now what?" he said, looking around.
"Power?" he called out again.
Her voice echoed inside his mind.
"Don't panic. I told you—I am your power.
When you chant the mantra, I fuse with you.
Now move quickly.
My hands are trembling with excitement.
Your bones are now as hard as " vajra "
You're invincible—just needs some polishing."
"Alright, alright," Vikram muttered. "Let's go."
He started to run—and instantly vanished from the spot.
His speed now rivaled a sports car, wind tearing around him.
"What is this power?!"
"No need to thank me," she whispered with a playful edge.
"You're now ten times faster, stronger, more agile than any human."
Vikram raced through narrow alleyways in the dead of night—golden light trailing behind him.
A dead-end approached.
He crouched low, then—jumped.
With a powerful leap, he soared over the rooftop, landing gracefully on the other side, knees bent, still and poised.
Clenching his glowing fist, he stood tall.
With hope in his eyes and a smirk on his lips, he looked up at the sky.
"Vikram… now I will stand to the business."