Mitesh sat at his office desk, head in his hands, staring at the computer screen. The flickering light of the room and the cold glow of the screen reflected the worry etched on his face. Just then, junior security manager Raj stepped inside.
Raj: Mitesh sir, we’ve made the changes you asked for.
Mitesh (angrily, his voice trembling): What’s the use now?! The time is already up!!
Saying this, Mitesh got up, slung his laptop bag over his shoulder, and said—
Mitesh: Look, Raj, you can’t work like this. It’s 8 PM. We were supposed to send the email by 6, and you finished it at 8?!
Raj (hanging his head in shame): Sorry sir, it won’t happen again. Please give us one more chance.
Mitesh: Chance… chance… and only chances! That’s all I’ve been giving you. Now what answer am I going to give the client? Tell me—do you have any explanation? Disgusting! We’ll talk tomorrow morning. I’m logging out now.
Mitesh stormed out of the room. The cold Jaipur air hit his face, but it did nothing to cool the fire inside him. He lived in a rented apartment in Pink City and used the company car to commute to the office.
As he reached the basement where his car was parked, stress was evident in his eyes. His parents were ill, and the family had spent almost all their savings on his education. Memories of past wounds and lost joys haunted him—how he had to leave a good job, how his own family and friends had turned away, and how he lost his closest friend and girlfriend during COVID-19.
Then he remembered—he had left an important file in the office. He made a U-turn and returned. He retrieved the file upstairs and waited by the elevator.
At that moment, his friend Nihar Sharma appeared in the opening elevator.
Nihar: Hey Mitesh, you haven’t left yet? You already logged out, right?
Mitesh: Yeah, I came back for the file.
Nihar: You seem worried. Something happened?
Mitesh (in a low voice): The staff isn’t doing their work properly, and you know what else happened before.
Nihar: I understand. But don’t let it get to you. Everything will be fine.
Nihar left. Mitesh moved toward the basement door. As soon as he opened it, his eyes widened.
Instead of the basement, there was now a dense forest. Everywhere he looked, there was greenery, strange sounds, and a cool breeze. He turned back—there was no door. Just forest, stretching endlessly.
Mitesh’s heart raced. He took a bottle of water and splashed it on his face, but the scene didn’t change. He couldn’t believe he had pressed the ground floor button in the elevator—so where had he actually arrived?
Meanwhile, billions of light-years away, extraordinary changes began unfolding in the Milky Way. Some stars were fluctuating in energy. Planets altered their orbits. Black holes began changing their gravitational pull unpredictably. These events were shaking the balance of the universe itself. Numerous planets started breaking apart. Far away, Azyon watched with concern.
Azyon observed the cosmic anomaly. His semi-luminous aura radiated intensity and power. He measured the energy fluctuations of the Milky Way and could sense the impending moves of extraordinary humans like Mitesh. He was also monitoring the Andromeda Galaxy.
Back in the forest, Mitesh moved forward slowly. With every step, he felt that something monumental was about to happen—an event that would not only change his life but potentially the fate of all humanity.
He kept moving, leaving fear and the pain of the past behind. A new saga was beginning for both of them—a saga that the forces of the universe themselves were shaping.
To be continued…
