The faintest hues of dawn touched the horizon as Veer opened his eyes, the alarm on his watch buzzing softly at exactly 4 a.m. His room was still, bathed in the dim light of a streetlamp filtering through the blinds. He lay there for a moment, breathing in the quiet. The routine was his anchor, something he'd built to restore a sense of control after surviving the chaotic and life-threatening situation two months ago.
Pulling himself out of bed, Veer quickly stretched, shaking off the remnants of sleep. Each movement was deliberate—his mornings weren't just for exercise; they were for discipline. A reminder that he had overcome the worst and could face anything that is to come.
He changed into his workout clothes, slipping into the silence of the house. The floorboards didn't creak under his practiced footsteps as he made his way downstairs. Outside, the air was crisp and refreshing, a faint chill lingering as Veer began his warm-up routine on the front porch.
The first set of push-ups started slowly, each one controlled as he focused on form. Then came the crunches, planks, squats, and shadowboxing—all tailored to build endurance and precision. Veer worked with a purpose, as if every repetition prepared him for a challenge he couldn't yet see. After forty-five minutes, sweat dripped down his temples, and his breath came steadily.
From there, he transitioned into meditation. Sitting cross-legged on the porch floor, Veer let his mind wander briefly before reigning it in. The memories of his kidnapping and surviving the encounter with arjun—the sting of desperation, and the way he had clawed his way to survival with nothing but his wits.
He exhaled deeply, banishing the thoughts. "Do not worry,you will do better next time" he murmured to himself, grounding his focus. "NO...i will not let myself get in those situation or if i ever be,than it will be play out on my way"
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By the time he finished meditating, the sky had lightened just slightly, the first signs of dawn appearing. Veer headed inside, his stomach grumbling lightly. Cooking had become another part of his routine—something calming and practical. It was a small act of care for himself, a way to regain normalcy. 'also a way to impress a girl....look how caring i am i cook something for you.huh'
In the kitchen, he prepared a simple yet nutritious meal.A bowl of soaked beans from last night with diced tomato and onion in it and slices of fresh fruit arranged neatly on the side, and a protein shake to wash it down. As he sat at the counter, Veer ate slowly, savoring every bite. Each chew was deliberate; he had learned the value of eating mindfully—both for health and as a way to digest the early morning food.
"If anyone saw me right now," he thought wryly, "they'd think I was sick or something. Explaining this would make me look like an idiot." He shook his head with a faint smile, amused by his own quirks.
When the meal was finished, Veer meticulously cleaned the dishes, leaving the kitchen as spotless as he had found it.
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Returning upstairs, he picked up a book from his desk: *How to Escape Impossible Situations.* The title alone had intrigued him when he found it last week. Sitting out on the balcony, Veer let the cool morning breeze wash over him as he read.
Each page was a revelation, filled with strategies for getting out of scenarios ranging from being caught in enemy territory to talking one's way out of a police interrogation.'Also to get out of situation when your all girlfriends find out about each other.... '
"Why have I never heard of this book in my past life?" he wondered aloud. "Maybe it's only published in this world… fascinating."
For forty-five minutes, Veer absorbed every word, bookmarking sections he wanted to revisit. But as the sun began to rise higher, casting a golden glow over the neighborhood, he closed the book with a satisfied sigh.
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Deciding to change things up, Veer laced up his running shoes and headed out for a jog. The beach was two kilometers away—a perfect destination for a Sunday morning. His strides were steady, his breathing rhythmic as he navigated the quiet streets.
When he reached the beach, the sight before him took his breath away. The sun hovered just above the horizon, its warm light reflecting off the gentle waves. The serenity of the scene reminded Veer of home.
"I always feel like I'm close to home when I see the sun," he murmured. "Maybe every omegaverse has this one constant. Thank God—or whoever is out there—that I wasn't sent to the SCP world. Or… am I?"
"FUCCCCCCCCCCCCCC....."
He chuckled at the absurd thought, his voice echoing faintly over the sound of the waves. But just as he was about to curse the idea aloud, a small tug on his T-shirt made him pause.
Turning around, Veer found a young girl staring up at him. Her clothes were worn and tattered, her hair messy, but her eyes shone with a mixture of desperation and hope.
"Big brother," she said softly, "please give me some money. God will bless you, and I'll pray for you."
Veer knelt down, meeting her gaze. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a 100-rupee note—one of the few he had brought with him.
"What's your name?" he asked as he handed her the money.
"Munni," she replied, clutching the note tightly.
"Okay, Munni," Veer said with a faint smile. "You seem like a good kid. God's probably more likely to listen to you than to me. Do me a favor—ask Him to send me any i mean ANY system he has left in his pocket please....i am really in dire need of it right now"
Munni tilted her head in confusion. "What's a system?"
Veer blinked, realizing how ridiculous he sounded. "Never mind," he said with a small laugh. "Forget I said anything."
Switching gears, he got up as he sake his trackpants for removing dirt. "I was just practicing for a role. You know, acting. Can you pray for me to become the hero of my story and beat a lot of villains?"
Munni's face brightened. "Okay, big brother. I'll pray for you."
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As a reward for her kindness, Veer bought her an ice cream from a nearby vendor. Watching her eat it, he asked casually, "Munni, do you ever steal things?"
The smile faded from her face, replaced by hesitation. "My big brother does… for me," she admitted. "There are bad men who make him do it. Sometimes they hurt him, and I don't like it."
Veer's chest tightened. "Munni," he said softly, "next week, bring me to meet your brother. I promise I'll help you both get out of this."
Her eyes filled with fear. "No, big brother. I don't want them to hurt you, too."
Veer placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "You're a brave girl, Munni. And I promise, I'll find a way to help. Just trust me, okay?"
Munni hesitated before nodding, her small hand gripping the hem of her shirt. As Veer watched her walk away, a determined expression settled on his face.
"This will be a roller-coaster chapter of my life..."