“Before the stars were born, fate had already chosen its path.”
Prologue:
The Cosmic Truth
Long before the creation of the universe, its fate was governed by two eternal forces: Dharma and Karma.
These were not mere laws they were paths, omnipresent and omnipotent.
The universe itself was created and destroyed in cycles, shaped by the balance—or imbalance of these forces.
But as time passed, across countless eras and dimensions, people changed.
Modern civilizations, drunk on luxury and comfort, began to ignore the sacred principles.
They called it happiness.
They called it love.
But beneath the surface, reality twisted into selfish intent.
The underworld waited patiently, watching humanity drift from Dharma.
And the gods, silent and sorrowful, prepared to let mankind suffer the consequences of its own choices.
Suddenly,
Karikalan jolts awake -his breath shallow, his heart racing.
“What was that dream? It felt… different. Why do these visions keep haunting me?”
He glances at the clock.
“8:30 AM?! Damn it , I overslept again. No time to think about this now… I have to hurry.”
He throws off the blanket, grabs his bag, and rushes out— But the dream lingers.
The words echo in his mind: Dharma.
Karma.
The underworld.
The gods.
“Why me? What am I supposed to do with this?”
🏫 Scene: The College Corridor
Karikalan rushes through the college gates, panting, his bag swinging wildly behind him.
He checks his watch—9:45 AM.
Late again.
He enters the classroom quietly, hoping to slip in unnoticed.
But the staff turns, arms crossed.
“Why are you always late?”
Karikalan scratches his head, sheepish.
“Sorry, ma’am… I slept too well. I’ll try to come early from tomorrow.”
The staff sighs, clearly unimpressed.
“You’ve been saying that since you joined. It’s been three months, Karikalan. Still the same excuse. Stand outside for the first period.”
Karikalan’s face drops.
“Ma’am, please—just this once…”
She ignores him.
He walks out, defeated, and leans against the wall outside the classroom.
The corridor is quiet.
Only the muffled voices of the lecture echo through the door.
As he stands alone, his mind drifts back to the dream.
“Dharma… Karma… The gods… The underworld…”
He stares at the floor.
“Why do I keep seeing these things? Why do they feel more real than this classroom?”
The bell rings.
First period ends.
Karikalan exhales and walks back in— But something inside him has already begun.
🧍♂️ Scene: The Classroom Cruelty
Despite his struggles—inferiority complex, earworms, and crippling shyness—Karikalan tries to connect.
He walks up to a group of classmates during the break, forcing a smile.
“Hey… mind if I join you guys?”
One of them sneers.
“Why are you even here? Asking us to talk to you, you filthy freak?”
Karikalan lowers his gaze.
“I just… wanted to be friends.”
They burst into laughter.
“Friends? With you? What’s your status, huh? Are you rich? Are you strong? Do you even have anything that makes you worth our time?”
Another voice chimes in.
“Look at your body, man. You’ve got a belly like a pregnant woman!”
The entire class erupts in cruel laughter.
“Hahaha…!”
Karikalan stands frozen, his ears ringing—not from the noise, but from the shame.
📚 Scene: The Silence Returns
Suddenly, the staff for the next period enters.
The laughter dies instantly.
Everyone returns to their seats, pretending nothing happened.
Karikalan walks slowly to his bench, eyes fixed on the floor.
💔 Scene: The Quiet Kindness
But even after all this, Karikalan doesn’t change who he is.
He still feeds the stray dogs behind the canteen every evening.
He still delivers food late into the night, earning just enough to survive.
And with what little he earns, he donates to an old orphanage, slipping money into their donation box without a word.
He walks alone.
But he walks with purpose.
“They may not see me. But I see them. And I will never become like them.”
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