By the time Indra turned nineteen, he had transformed into a man of many skills. His days were a whirlwind of learning—computer coding, hacking, mechanics, ancient scripts, and even the history of plants. His family, though amazed at his academic success and glowing health, couldn't help but notice his growing silence and introverted nature. His once cheerful demeanor had shifted to one of deep focus and quiet intensity. Yet, they loved him all the same and took pride in his achievements.
Indra had also become obsessed with diet and health. He experimented with nutrition, developing a regimen that not only enhanced his own physique but also improved his parents' health and complexion within months. They marveled at the changes, grateful for his insights, even if they didn't fully understand his motivations.
"Indra, are you sure this will work?" his mother asked one evening, looking at the vibrant array of vegetables he had arranged on the kitchen counter.
"Trust me, Mom. I've done my research. This diet will make us all feel better," Indra replied with a reassuring smile.
One day, while scrolling through a new social interaction site called **Friznegram**, Indra stumbled upon a mysterious group. It seemed like sheer luck—or perhaps fate—that he found it so easily. The group shared ancient texts and manuscripts, some genuine, others manipulated or outright wrong. Indra devoured them all, seeking clues about forgotten practices and hidden knowledge. He began attempting to invoke entities like **Pisachinis**, **Yakshinis**, and **Yoginis**, but each time, he failed. Whether it was the incorrect pronunciation or an incomplete understanding of the rituals, the results were always the same: silence.
"Why isn't it working?" Indra muttered in frustration after another failed attempt. "What am I missing?"
Undeterred, Indra turned his attention to learning ancient languages and visiting temples where he could hear resonant chants. For months, he frequented a particular temple, meditating on the way the monks and Brahmins chanted their mantras. He meticulously broke down each syllable, analyzing their patterns and rhythms. Over time, he developed a unique method of focusing on specific sounds, which opened a new dimension of understanding in his mental space.
Financially, Indra had also reached a point of stability. With Rs. 10,000 from his father and his savings totaling Rs. 100,000, he began investing in what he remembered—crypto, Indian stocks, gold, and other commodities. He knew he couldn't warn the world about the impending COVID-19 pandemic, but he could prepare himself to benefit from the economic shifts and use his gains to help those in need. He also started a YouTube channel dedicated to sharing Indian stories and ancient knowledge, carefully ensuring his identity remained hidden. He was determined to keep a low profile, both online and offline.
Indra's routine became a blend of temple visits, library research, running, meditation, and retreating to his mountain-side village to practice his **Tantra arts**. Though he hadn't achieved any significant breakthroughs, he wasn't discouraged. He knew the path he had chosen was filled with mysteries, and he was willing to take his time.
One day, while exploring **Himachal**, Indra came across something extraordinary. Near a riverbank, he noticed a cobra with a shimmering diamond on its head. Intrigued, he followed it, marveling at its speed and grace. His enhanced senses told him this was no ordinary snake. It moved with a precision and fluidity that defied logic, almost as if it were aware of him.
The cobra, however, seemed agitated. It turned and struck at Indra's hand, but to its surprise, its fangs couldn't penetrate his skin. Indra's durability left it stunned, and it slithered away, leaving behind a strange **sigil** carved into the ground.
"What on earth is this?" Indra wondered aloud, tracing the intricate patterns with his fingers. Intrigued, he decided to return to the spot for the next 21 days, offering milk and chicken meat as a gesture of goodwill.
On the final day, Indra addressed the cobra, unsure if it could understand him. "I'm leaving this village and heading to the city," he said. "I don't know if you'll follow, but… you're welcome to join me."
To his shock, the cobra appeared in his room that very night, causing him to freeze in surprise. The diamond on its head gleamed with an otherworldly light, and Indra suddenly understood.
"You're a **Nagin**," he whispered, his voice filled with awe.
The snake transformed into a human-like figure—a beautiful, enigmatic woman with eyes that seemed to hold centuries of wisdom.
"I don't my tribe, i don't know my origin, i need help ," she said softly. "You have a unique scent and i know you are special "
They talked through the night, sharing stories and experiences. The Nagin, abandoned by her tribe, expressed her desire to accompany Indra.
There was an undeniable connection between them, and they shared a kiss, but Indra held back from anything further. He was deeply committed to his practice of **Brahmacharya**, inspired by the discipline of **Bhishma** from the Mahabharata.
"I can't go beyond this," Indra said gently. "But I'm honored to have you as a companion."
The Nagin nodded, understanding his resolve. She transformed back into a snake and coiled herself into his clothes, becoming a silent guardian and ally on his journey.