Ajit Kumar finally arrived in Bhopal. His destination was the Madhya Pradesh Police Headquarters, where he had been called in for an important meeting. As he stepped inside, he glanced around, searching for the right way to reach the Director General of Police's (DGP) office.
Just then, a lady officer approached him with a polite smile.
"Hello, sir. Do you need any help?" she asked.
Ajit nodded. "Yes, can you tell me how to get to the DGP's office room?"
The officer gestured down the hallway. "Go straight, take the stairs, and the first room on your left—that's the DGP's office."
"Thank you," Ajit said before making his way up.
Reaching the door, he knocked firmly.
"Come in," a voice called from inside.
Ajit entered and immediately saluted the Director General of Police. The DGP, a middle-aged man with a commanding presence, greeted him with a smile.
"Ah, Ajit, you're finally here. Have a seat."
Ajit took the chair opposite him.
The DGP leaned forward, his expression turning serious. "Thank you for coming all the way from Himachal Pradesh. As you know, the strange incident that happened in Shimla… it's happening here too. People are falling unconscious, and no one remembers what occurred. It's unnatural—almost supernatural. I don't usually believe in such things, but given the reports we've received, I can't ignore it anymore."
Ajit listened carefully before responding. "Sir, in Shimla, the situation was similar. People were unable to move freely and lost their memory during the event. From the reports I've gathered here, the symptoms match exactly—unconscious victims with no recollection of what happened."
The DGP sighed and reached for a pen on his desk. "There's something more details. We found a video on a vlogger's channel. The channel is called JustCode-Vlogs—he's been documenting these event which happened here in madhya pradesh. He also runs another channel called Mystigan and incident vlog video also available there."
Ajit's brows furrowed. "Then why don't we contact him for more information?"
The DGP tapped the pen against the table. "We tried. But no use. —we have no way to trace him."
Ajit exhaled. "That's frustrating… but I'll look into it."
The DGP nodded, then picked up a sheet of paper from his desk and slid it toward Ajit.
"There's one more thing. Before the unconsciousness incidents started, there was a bomb blast at a hospital here in Bhopal. The hospital's higher management tried to cover it up for the sake of their reputation. But we have some details—take a look."
Ajit took the paper and skimmed through it.
The DGP officer said in this paper there are some names of those who were getting treatment at that time. Ajit saw a few names in the paper, then he became interested in it.
"This will help in my investigation. Thank you, sir." He stood up, gave a sharp salute, and exited the room.
Meanwhile Madhav, Mohit, and Meera arrived in front of a grand estate, its massive iron gates standing tall, adorned with intricate carvings. As Meera pulled the car to a stop, the place radiated an aura of wealth and authority.
The moment they stepped out of the vehicle, four bodyguards emerged from the gate by opening , their movements sharp and disciplined.
As Meera adjusted her coat and walked forward, one of the bodyguards stepped ahead and greeted her with a respectful nod.
"Good evening, ma'am. How are you? What brings you here today?"
Meera, maintaining her usual composed demeanor, replied, "I have an appointment with my grandfather. Please open the gate so we can go inside."
Another second bodyguard—his voice sterner than the first—narrowed his eyes at Madhav and Mohit.
"Ma'am, you're not alone. These two are with you. Who are they?"
Meera's gaze didn't waver. "They are my friends, and they have some business with my grandfather as well. Now, open the gate."
The first bodyguard hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Alright, ma'am. But I need to take permission first."
He took out his phone and dialed a number. "Sir, your granddaughter is here. She has an appointment, but she's brought two others with her. Should we allow them inside?"
For a moment, there was only silence. Then, a soft beep echoed from the gatepost as a hidden camera above them powered on, its red light blinking. It scanned the three of them, capturing their images.
A few seconds later, the voice from the phone came again. "Let them in."
With a mechanical click, the gates swung open, revealing the long, luxurious driveway leading to the grand mansion ahead.
As Meera drove through the vast estate, Mohit couldn't contain his amazement.
"Wow, Meera! Your grandfather owns so much land!" he exclaimed, staring at the endless expanse of well-maintained roads, green grass, and massive buildings.
Meera, keeping her eyes on the road, smiled. "Yes, this entire area belongs to the company. My grandfather worked hard to build this empire."
Madhav leaned back in his seat, watching the scenery pass by. "This place is incredible. The gardens, the neatly trimmed grass… everything looks so perfect." His eyes caught a large sign ahead, its golden letters shining in the sunlight:
LYZEICA PHARMACEUTICALS CORPORATION LIMITED.
Mohit whistled. "So this is the LYZEICA company."
"I've heard this name before" said by madhav.
Just then, the car approached a magnificent villa-like mansion—a house so grand it looked like something out of a royal estate. Meera pulled up to the front steps, where a few well-dressed servants were already waiting.
As the three stepped out, one of the servants approached Meera and respectfully took the car keys. "I'll park the car, ma'am."
Another servant, a middle-aged man with a formal demeanor, gestured toward the entrance. "Please follow me."
They walked through a lavishly decorated hallway before being guided into an elegant waiting room.
"Please have a seat here," the servant said before leaving.
Soon, a few young maids entered, carrying glasses of chilled water and fresh juice. They placed the drinks on the table in front of them before stepping back.
Mohit, eyeing the luxurious hospitality, some thought came in his mind. "Wow. This feels like a five-star hotel."
Meera chuckled. "Don't get the wrong idea. This isn't a hotel—this is my grandfather's house. Here, this kind of service is just normal." Mohit saw her face, his reaction shocked.
Before Mohit could respond, a man walked into the room and stood in front of them.
He looked about twenty-eight years old, dressed in an expensive suit, his expression unreadable.
Madhav stood up slightly. "Sir, we're here to meet Meera's grandfather."
But the man didn't respond. He just stood there, watching them in silence.
Suddenly, the heavy wooden doors swung open, and an old yet commanding voice echoed through the room.
"That man won't say a single word to you, As he is here for security reasons." the voice said.
Meera's grandfather, entered with a dignified posture, his sharp eyes scanning the three visitors.
Both boys saw an old man in front of them with an energetic facial expression and a muscular physique.
Madhav and Mohit immediately stood up and bent down to touch his feet in respect.
Grandfather smiled, clearly pleased. "Well, well, Meera… Your friends have good manners." Then, with a playful smirk, he added, "But you didn't even bother standing up, huh?"
Meera crossed her arms. "Grandfather, you're the one who always says daughters are the Laxmi of the house and don't need to touch feet."
Grandfather chuckled. "Oh yes, I did say that… Guess I forgot." He stretched out his arms. "Come here, you little troublemaker."
Meera sighed but walked over. The moment she got close, her grandfather pinched her cheeks lovingly.
"Did you forget your grandfather already?" he teased.
"Ow, ow! Grandfather, please let go!" Meera whined.
"Alright, alright," he laughed and finally released her.
Meera rubbed her cheeks and walked back to her seat beside Madhav and Mohit. "Well, that's my grandfather, Kamal Nayan," she introduced.
Both madhav and Mohit show little bit smiled.
Grandfather turned his attention to Madhav and Mohit. "So, my dear granddaughter and her friends, what brings you here?"
Madhav leaned forward slightly. "Sir, we've come with great hope… We need your help with something very important."
Grandfather raised an eyebrow. "Help?"
Before Madhav could elaborate, Mohit jumped in. "Yes, our friend—"
But before he could even finish, grandfather waved a hand dismissively. "Alright, I'll help you."
Madhav and Mohit exchanged surprised glances. "Wait… That easy?" Mohit whispered.
They were about to celebrate when Meera cut in. "Don't get too excited."
Grandfather smirked. "She's right. I never make things easy." He leaned forward, his sharp eyes gleaming with mischief. "Before I help you, one of you must first… fight me."
Madhav turned to Meera, as if expecting her to say this was a joke.
Meera crossed her arms and smirked. "That's exactly why I kept telling you to exercise and stay in shape."
Mohit's eyes narrowed. "Wait… You already knew this would happen?"
Meera shrugged. "Yep."
Mohit's expression darkened. "Meera!" He stepped toward her, clearly irritated, but Madhav quickly grabbed his arm, stopping him.
"Relax," Madhav said. "Now's not the time to argue. The real issue is… who's going to fight him?"
Mohit scoffed and rolled his shoulders. "I'll do it. He's just an old man—I have a good chance of winning. Don't worry."
Meera, who had been adjusting her hair, suddenly leaned in close to Madhav and whispered, "Don't underestimate my grandfather. He's stronger than he looks."
Madhav glanced at her, then at Meera grandfather, who stood there with a calm but confident posture. Something about the old man's presence made him rethink.
"Yeah, you're right," Madhav muttered. He turned to Mohit. "I'll fight."
Mohit hesitated, remembering Madhav's newfound powers. "Fine, but don't hurt him."
Madhav gave a slight nod. "I won't."
Meera grandfather clapped his hands. "So? Has one of you decided, or are you both too scared?"
Madhav stepped forward. "I'll fight."
Grandfather grinned. "Good. My little girl, take them to the battlefield."
Meera sighed but gestured for them to follow. "Come on."
As they walked, Mohit muttered, "Your grandfather is crazy… He's actually making us fight him?"
Meera chuckled. "He's just having fun. Think of it as his way of testing you."
They finally arrived at the battlefield—a vast open training ground, lined with weapons of every kind. Swords, spears, staffs, and even modern training equipment gleamed under the bright lights. Around the edges, dozens of muscular bodyguards stood like statues, watching silently.
Madhav scanned the area, impressed. "This isn't just some backyard sparring ring."
Mohit gulped, eyes darting between the deadly weapons and the towering bodyguards. "Is your grandfather planning to fight us… or kill us?"
Meera giggled. "Relax. He just hates being bored."
Madhav stepped into the battlefield, when grandfather Kamal enter the field .
He said, "If you want anything, you can take it from these weapons." Madhav replied, "Okay," and took a spear. Then, he tried to hold the spear properly and his grip tightening around the spear he had chosen. On the opposite side, Meera's Grandfather Kamal - walked in with a calm, composed aura, his hands resting behind his back.
"After this battle, one guest will be here in our house," Grandfather said casually.
From the spectator's stand, Mohit chuckled and whispered to Meera, "He says 'house' but this isn't a full-blown mansion."
Meera smirked. "My house also similar to this, For us it's the same thing."
Mohit blinked at her, then sighed. "Of course, it is."
A servant approached them and gestured. "Please take your seats."
As they settled in, Mohit glanced around. "At least the view from here is nice. Perfect for watching a fight."
Down on the field, a bodyguard stepped forward, acting as the referee. "Are you both ready?"
Madhav nodded, rolling his shoulders. "Yeah."
Grandfather Kamal smirked. "Let's begin."
The bodyguard raised his hand. "Fight!"
Madhav didn't waste a second. He lunged forward, his spear slicing through the air toward grandfather's chest.
But grandfather didn't move.
Not until the very last second.
With a simple shift of his hand, Grandfather deflected the attack, dodging effortlessly. His movement created a burst of air so strong that even from the stands, Meera and Mohit felt the force.
Mohit's eyes widened. "What the hell was that?"
Meera's lips curled into a knowing smile. "Told you not to underestimate him."
Madhav, stunned for only a fraction of a second. "Alright then…" He spun the spear, adjusting his stance. "Let's see what you can really do."
Grandfather chuckled. "Show me your best, boy."