Three months had passed since the amusement park visit with Kaju, and now, in the dim glow of a television he wasn't even watching, Varun was gnawing on his nails again. The faint sound of the news hummed in the background, but he wasn't paying attention. He sat on the edge of his couch, eyes scanning the intel spread across the coffee table.
"Alok Nath," Varun muttered. "Age 34, born in Delhi, shifted to Assam. That slippery fucker's finally within reach."
Veena sat nearby, her legs crossed, while Kaju lounged on the other side of the room, flipping through a book. Veena glanced at him, unimpressed. "So, we have his full name now. Took you long enough."
Varun shot her a look. "Patience. I've been tracking this guy through every crack and shadow for months."
"Assam?" Kaju finally spoke, her voice cutting through the tension in the air.
"Not just Assam anymore," Varun muttered, biting down harder on his nail, until the taste of iron touched his tongue. "He's been moving around. Last known infiltration was in the Upper State area. In fucking Meghalaya of all places."
He turned his eyes towards the TV, where a news anchor rattled off the latest headlines about economic instability in Old India. He let it drone on, knowing that nothing of real importance ever made it to the public.
"What the hell was he doing there?" Veena asked, her tone calm but pointed.
"Making deals," Varun said, leaning back into his chair, staring at the ceiling as if the answers were written in the cracks. "Some shady business with one of the Upper Class pricks. Kunal Khandelwal, owner of Merryweather Private Limited. Dirty bastard's on my hit list too."
Kaju furrowed her brow. "So Alok's making deals with Upper Class businessmen now? Sounds like he's trying to expand his operations."
"Exactly," Varun said, rubbing his face, trying to stave off the exhaustion creeping into his bones. "Alok infiltrated one of their facilities without permission, probably making deals for resources or manpower. The Upper Class area in Meghalaya, it's... it's the perfect hiding spot. Constant rain, low visibility, and more fucking clouds than a painter could dream of."
He shifted his eyes to the window, listening to the faint sound of raindrops tapping against the glass, and sighed.
"Doesn't matter. I'm taking him down."
For three months, Varun had done nothing but eat, breathe, and sleep this mission. He'd sent spies to every corner of the Upper State territories, listened in on every shady deal, bribed people, hacked into databases, and nearly lost himself in the process.
Alok Nath—age 34—was more than just an adversary. He was a wildcard.
Alok had grown up in Delhi, but moved to Assam when he was still a kid. He'd lived in obscurity for most of his life, only surfacing when his powers began to manifest. And now, after months of careful maneuvering, Varun had tracked him to Meghalaya, where he was working with Kunal Khandelwal—one of the Upper Class elite.
Kunal Khandelwal wasn't just a businessman. He was a tycoon, the owner of Merryweather Private Limited, a military corporation that rivaled Varun's own Rao Corp. The deal Alok had made with Kunal wasn't just about money. It was about power—about destabilizing the already fragile balance between Greater India and Old India. Alok's involvement was dangerous, but it was Kunal's ambition that had really set Varun on edge.
Varun sat back, letting out a slow breath. He could feel the tension in his muscles, the fatigue gnawing at his bones. But he couldn't stop now. Not when he was so close.
"I'm going to Meghalaya," he said suddenly, standing up. "And I'm going to end this."
Kaju glanced at Veena, who gave a barely perceptible nod. They both knew better than to argue when Varun had made up his mind.
The cargo helicopter cut through the night sky, rain slapping against the windows. Varun sat inside, geared up in all black—night vision and thermal goggles, a silenced pistol strapped to his side, steel and glass cutters, gripping shoes, and his trusty grappling hook gun.
His advisor's voice crackled in his earpiece. "You're entering a hostile zone, Varun. Keep your head down. Merryweather's security isn't just a bunch of rent-a-cops. They're trained."
"I know. I've got this." Varun's tone was steady, but the adrenaline was already coursing through him. He was prepared for this.
As the helicopter hovered above the building's outskirts, Varun shot the grappling hook, pulling himself up to the third floor. The darkened windows and the sound of the storm made for perfect cover. He sliced through the glass silently and slipped inside, landing in a storage room.
"You're in. No alarms so far. Cameras are rotating every 30 seconds—move now," his advisor instructed.
Varun made his way through the dim halls, blending into shadows, avoiding the security guards as they passed by. It was close, too close at times. The sweat dripped down his face, but he kept moving, focused.
He used the hook again to get up another floor. His advisor's voice echoed in his ear. "Take the stairs on the left, two guards patrolling the corridor. Disable them quietly."
Varun nodded, sliding behind the guards and knocking them out swiftly, using the butt of his silenced pistol. He approached the top floor, where Kunal Khandelwal's office was located. He'd planned for a confrontation with the man himself.
But when Varun burst into the room, it wasn't Khandelwal sitting at the desk.
It was Alok.
"Fuck, I knew it," Varun growled, pointing his gun at Alok.
Alok grinned, unfazed. "I was expecting you, Varun."
"Good, makes things easier." Varun squeezed the trigger, emptying the clip into Alok's chest. But to his shock, the bullets never made contact. They simply vanished mid-air.
Alok chuckled. "Surprised? My power, 'Unexpected Things.' I can alter probabilities. For instance, I just reduced the chance of those bullets hitting me to zero."
'Unexpected Things' is the power of Alok Nath. With this, he gets the ability to control the chances of an event occurring; he can turn the probabilities to 0 to 100.
Varun clenched his teeth. "Cute trick." Without hesitation, he bypassed the distance between them, teleporting directly in front of Alok and throwing a punch. But Alok moved like a phantom—none of the blows landed.
"Probability manipulation, Varun," Alok taunted, ducking and weaving. "I can make sure you never hit me. And now..." He raised his hand, and Varun felt a sudden, nauseating pull.
"What the—?" Varun felt himself slipping backward, his feet skidding toward the window. Alok smiled coldly. "I just increased the probability of you falling to 100%."
Varun crashed through the glass, plummeting toward the ground. But he was prepared. His grappling hook fired, latching onto the building's side, pulling him to safety.
"I WILL KILL THIS MOTHERFUCKER." He spoke into his comm. "Advisor, You know what's gonna happen right."
Sure enough, alarms blared, and Merryweather's forces flooded the building, their guns trained on both Alok and Varun.
Varun survived the bullets by bypassing the 'Law Of Collision' and then approached Alok to kill him.
But Alok was too busy with his own power. "Watch this!" he yelled, lifting his hand to the sky. A deafening roar followed, and Varun's eyes widened—a plane appeared out of nowhere, crashing directly into the building.
"What the fuck?!" Varun exclaimed, dodging debris. Alok looked unscathed amidst the chaos.
"I increased the probability of a plane crashing into the building to 100%," Alok explained with a sick grin. "And, of course, I negated the chance of it killing me."
The building crumbled, and both men were thrown into the open air, falling from the 50th floor. Varun's mind raced, but Alok was already explaining.
"I'm not taking any damage from this fall, either!" Alok shouted over the wind. "You, on the other hand, are—"
Before he could finish, Varun clenched his fist. "You think I give a shit about your probability bullshit? You made one mistake."
Alok frowned, confused. "What?"
"You let me crush your heart."
Alok's eyes widened as he realized the truth. Varun had bypassed the biology of his body and squeezed his heart from within, crushing it with an internal bypass.
Alok's eyes widened as he realized the truth. Varun had bypassed the biology of his body and squeezed his heart from within, crushing it with an internal bypass.
Varun landed gracefully, bypassing the laws of freefall, but when he turned to where Alok had fallen, he saw Alok standing there, perfectly fine.
"Impossible," Varun muttered.
Alok smirked, blood dripping from his lips. "I negated the probability of death, even with a crushed heart."
Both men stood there, staring at each other, before suddenly, Alok began to laugh maniacally.
"HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!!!!"
And then, without warning, Varun burst into laughter as well.
"HOHOHOOOOHAAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!!!!"
"What's so fucking funny?" Varun asked between crazed laughter.
Alok sneered. "You really thought crushing my heart was enough?"
Varun grinned darkly. "Nah. I'm just laughing because I haven't told you everything about my power."
Alok's expression faltered. "What?"
Varun's voice turned cold. "I can bypass any law—real or imaginary, new or ancient, existent or non-existent. And that includes the 'Law of Probability.'"
"I have already told you about your mistake, Alok. You let me crush your heart." Varun is now a Villain,
Alok's face twisted in fear as Varun extended his hand. "I bypassed the law protecting you, Alok."
In an instant, Alok's body froze, his probability protections nullified. He gasped as his chest caved in, and with a final, horrified scream, his body crumpled to the ground, lifeless.
Varun stood over him, breathing heavily. "Fucking game over."
The battle was done.