After about 2 weeks, Kaal returned home with his mother. As soon as he came home, Kaal went to his room and lay down on his bed. And he started thinking about himself and his new body and how he came into this world from his experiment.
This Kaal is only 15 years old now, he studies in 10th class in Junior High School. According to the teachers, he did not have any other kind of talent.
Kaan had a dream since childhood that he would become a martial artist in future but after his father's disappearance, the financial condition of the house had become so bad. Due to which Kaal's mother was unable to even buy mutation fluids for him. Due to which Kaal's dream of becoming an artist would remain unfulfilled.
For this reason, all the children in the school used to despise him and his mother and make fun of them. For this reason Kaal challenged them all. But what was to happen from this? Kaal who could not evolve his primary DNA even by one percent was no match for those children who had evolved their 50% primary consumer DNA. This is the reason why Kaal was brutally beaten by people who did not know that Kaal who was so weak would die straight away due to their beating.
But now this will not happen, because this Kaal will no longer be the same old Kaal. Now I will take revenge from everyone one by one and I will myself become such a martial artist that the world will remember.
Ha ha haaa...
Thinking this Kaal fell asleep.
The next day,
On his last day at Delhi's famous Memorial School.... Kal walked out of the college classroom, his mind reeling with a whirlwind of emotions. Kirti, the girl he had admired from afar for years, had rejected his proposal. As he walked through the corridors, he couldn't shake off the feeling of rejection that hung heavy in the air.
"Kirti, wait!" said a voice from behind him. He turned around and saw Kirti hurrying to catch up with him.
"What's going on, Kirti?" Despite the pain in his heart, Kal tried to look casual.
Kirti took a deep breath, her expression troubled. "I need to talk to you, Kal. Can we sit somewhere for a moment?"
They found a quiet spot in the college courtyard, away from the bustling crowd of students. Kal sat down on a bench and waited for Kirti to speak.
"I… I wanted to apologize, Kal," Kirti began, her voice barely above a whisper. "I know I hurt you with my rejection earlier, and I feel very bad about that."Kal shook his head. "There is no need to apologize, Kirti. You don't owe me anything."
"But I do," Kirti insisted. "I owe you an explanation. It's not that I don't care about you, Kaal. I do, more than you know. But there are some things you don't understand."
Kaal looked at her, surprised. "What do you mean?"
Kirti took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts. "kaal. My family is among the top 10 richest. And my parents told me that I will get you married to a guy who will be the best in everything. And you, your father was such a big gold miner. He left nothing for you. And your mother is a retired archeologist who has debts of crores. And yet you have thought of yourself, nothing else except your father's villa and government pension. Kal understood as soon as he heard Kirti's words. "You're saying... you turned me down because of money?"
Kirti nodded, tears glistening in her eyes. "I know it sounds superficial, but I can't ignore reality, Kal. I have dreams and ambitions, and I need to think about my future. I can't stand being with someone who can't support me."
Kal felt a wave of pain in his chest, but he forced himself to stay calm. "I understand, Kirti. I won't hold it against you. But please know, my feelings for you are real. And if things ever change, if you ever need me... I'll be here."
Kirti reached out and squeezed Kal's hand, her eyes brimming with gratitude. "Thank you, Kal. You're a true friend." As they sat in silence, the echoes of their friendship resonated in the air, tying them together despite the unspoken words between them. And as they parted ways, Kal couldn't help but hope that someday, their paths would meet one last time.