Narration:
Hlo readers, this story starts with our hero standing amidst the wreckage, his ragtag suit still intact but now dotted with small iron particles from a grenade that had exploded nearby. The particles cling to his suit like a second layer, a reminder of the chaos that just unfolded. He's surrounded by unconscious gangsters, their weapons still scattered on the ground, while the air is thick with smoke and the distant wail of sirens grows louder. Bullets lie in the debris, some still smoking, as though frozen in time. Our hero's face breaks into a goofy grin as he surveys the mess, completely unfazed.
Our hero (smiling confidently):
"Well, that was easier than I thought. Should've taken these guys out ages ago....But hey, better late than never, right?"
He looks at the unconscious gangsters, then shrugs.
"Guess I'm not really the superhero type, huh? More like a... 'super slacker,' maybe?"
Just as he's about to walk off, a gunshot rings out from the last remaining gangster. Our hero instinctively blocks the bullet with his sword.
Gangster (yelling):"Who the hell are you, freak?"
Our hero turns slowly, grinning.
Our hero (casually):"Oh, right. I was about to tell you my name. So, I'm—"
Machine (in his mind, interrupting):
"Introduce me too, as Jadoo from 'Koi Mil Gaya!"
Our hero (confused): "Jadoo? Wait,What? You want me to dress up like him? Oh right, you don't even have a face... I forgot. You're just a glowing heart with a superpower."
He stares blankly at the gangster who's getting more confused by the second.
Our hero (to the machine): "Did you just return from your planet or something? Oh wait, that's right, you destroyed your planet. What about giving me superpowers like Krrish, Iron Man, Superman or Spider-Man?"
Machine (annoyed tone): "I do not give out superpowers like those Earth heroes. I give you power, not toys!"
Our hero(smirking): "Okay, okay, I get it. Let's compromise then. You stick with your name, and I stick with what you've given me. How's that for a deal?"
Before the machine can respond, the gangster shoots again. Our hero swings his sword to deflect the bullet, which lands on the ground. The second sword activates, pulling the bullet toward it with magnetic force. With a swift motion, he swings the sword back, the bullet flying back like a guided missile straight at the gangster.
Gangster (eyes wide, shocked): "What the—"
The bullet strikes the gangster, sending him sprawling backward.
Our hero (grinning): "Oops. Got carried away there. As I was saying... I'm Paritraan, your friendly neighborhood slacker-hero!"
He looks at the gangsters, still knocked out, then shrugs.
Paritraan (laughing to himself): "Guess I'm terrible with introductions... but hey, at least I'm alive and kicking. "