Chapter 2 The Boy Born With Mystery name.

The boy was born on a stormy night, silent and still, showing none of the magical sparks his parents had expected. His father, Varun, stared in disbelief, while his mother, Sita, held him close, a mix of fear and sorrow in her eyes.

"This… this can't be our son," Varun said coldly, his voice barely hiding his anger. "We are the most powerful Vidyas in the town! Our child should have powers beyond imagination, not... nothing."

Sita looked down at the baby, her heart aching. "But he's still our child, Varun. He's innocent."

"He's a shame to us!" Varun snapped, his face darkening. "What will people say? That the great Varun and Sita, the most respected Maha-mantri in the town, have a son with no magic? I won't accept that disrespect. He does not belong to us."

Sita's eyes filled with tears. "We can't harm him. He's just a baby. Whatever his fate is, he doesn't deserve to suffer."

Varun's gaze was steely as he replied, "Fine. We won't kill him. But he cannot stay with us." He looked toward the window, his expression hardening. "We'll leave him somewhere… somewhere where he won't bring shame upon us."

Sita clutched the baby tighter, her hands shaking as she looked pleadingly at her husband. "Please, Varun… he's our child, our blood."

But Varun's voice remained firm. "No, Sita. We'll take him out of town tonight. We'll leave him in the garbage heap outside the village."

Her heart broke, but Sita knew there was no changing her husband's mind. She wrapped the child gently in a cloth, her tears falling silently onto his tiny face.

As they reached the deserted area on the town's outskirts, Varun stepped forward, glancing over his shoulder. "It's done, Sita. Leave him here. Our legacy will remain intact, and no one will ever know."

With trembling hands, Sita set the baby down among the rubbish, her sobs quiet as she whispered to him, "Forgive me, my child."

In silence, they turned and walked away. But as they left, a strange calm settled over the area, and a faint glimmer, almost like a spark, flickered in the air above the abandoned child. Fate had begun to weave its threads, marking the boy's first steps toward a destiny that no one—not even his parents—could have foreseen.

Finally Something Its Good...

As Shani Dev looked upon the abandoned child, a deep disappointment filled his heart. "How will this boy survive in such a harsh world with no powers to protect him?" he wondered. Just then, the faint cry of the child reached the ears of an old woman passing by. She followed the sound to find the boy, lying alone in the dirt.

The woman gasped, her heart swelling with sympathy. "Who could be so cruel as to leave a child here in such a filthy place?" she muttered, her voice trembling with emotion. She bent down, looking into the boy's innocent, tear-streaked face, and felt an instant connection.

Raising her voice, she called out, "Is anyone here? Whose child is this?!" But her cries went unanswered. No one came forward, and the silence only deepened her sadness and frustration.

After a long pause, the old woman made up her mind. "If no one will care for you," she whispered to the child, wiping his tiny face, "then I will." She lifted him gently into her arms, cradling him as if he were her own.

With a determined look, she began the journey back to her modest home, whispering softly, "From now on, you are safe with me, little one. You may have no powers, but you have my love."

As she walked away, Shani Dev watched from afar, contemplating this unexpected twist of fate.

Lord Vishnu Rules..

As Lord Shani observed the old woman tenderly caring for the child, he felt a mix of admiration and concern. Suddenly, the voice of Lord Vishnu echoed in his mind, a gentle reminder of the cosmic laws governing their fates.

"Shani," Vishnu began, "you cannot remain with her forever. You are bound by the rule of Sade Sati, where each individual experiences a significant period of good and bad for seven and a half years. You must choose wisely which seven years you will be a part of their lives."

Shani contemplated this revelation, understanding the implications of his connection to the child. "Yes, I see," he replied, his voice steady. "If the child can endure the trials of those years, he will emerge stronger and more resilient."

Vishnu nodded in agreement. "You must decide your role carefully. After twelve years, you can step into his life as a teacher and guide. For now, let him face the world with his newfound protector."

Lord Shani, recognizing the truth in Vishnu's words, resolved to wait patiently. "I will bide my time," he declared. "Once the boy reaches twelve, I will become his mentor, helping him navigate the challenges that lie ahead. It is through adversity that he will find his true strength."

With a sense of purpose, Shani understood that the trials of those seven and a half years were necessary for the boy's growth. Only by facing the hardships of life would he unlock the potential that lay within him. As he watched the woman and the child, Shani felt a renewed determination to prepare for the day he would guide the boy toward his destiny. 

After Few Year Gone...

As the years passed, the boy grew into a lively ten-year-old, full of curiosity and energy. The boy lived with an old lady named Maalini, who was a skilled practitioner of fire vidya. He had developed a special bond with Maalini, the old lady who had become his mother figure. They shared their days filled with laughter, learning, and countless conversations that deepened their connection.

She possessed medium-level abilities that made her well-respected in their quaint village. Despite her age, Maalini had a vibrant spirit and used her vidya to bring warmth and light to those around her.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple, Maalini prepared dinner over a small fire. The boy, still quite young, watched her with wide eyes filled with curiosity.

"Mother, do you think I can learn to use fire like you?" he asked, his voice full of hope.

Maalini chuckled softly, stirring the pot. "In time, my dear. You have the potential, but it requires patience and dedication. Remember, it's not just about power; it's about using it wisely."

He nodded, absorbing her words, feeling a spark of determination ignite within him. Living with Maalini had filled his life with warmth and wisdom, and he cherished their bond.

One day, while tending to the garden, the boy noticed Maalini looking weary. "Are you alright, Mother?" he inquired, concern etching his brow.

She smiled, brushing aside his worry. "I'm just getting old, child. But with you here, I feel rejuvenated. You've brought new life into my world."

The boy beamed at her words, feeling a sense of purpose. "I want to make you proud. I'll train hard and learn everything I can about vidya!"

Maalini's eyes twinkled with pride. "And you shall, my little firebrand. Together, we will unlock your potential. But remember, the heart of vidya lies in kindness and compassion."

As the seasons changed, their bond grew stronger, filled with laughter and learning. The boy found joy in their simple life, yet he often wondered about his future.

One night, as they sat under a blanket of stars, he turned to her and asked, "Do you think I'm meant for something greater, Mother?"

Maalini looked at him, her expression thoughtful. "Every soul has a purpose, dear one. Trust in yourself and the journey ahead. Your vidya will guide you."

With her encouragement, the boy felt emboldened, ready to embrace the challenges that lay ahead. Little did they know, their lives were intertwined in a destiny that would soon unfold, bringing adventures and trials beyond their imagination.

The Boy Mysterious Name...

As the boy continued to grow under Maalini's loving care, she often reflected on his unique nature. One evening, while they sat together by the flickering fire, she pondered what name would truly capture his essence. He was a child of both worlds—born of humans yet touched by a legacy that hinted at something deeper, something mysterious.

Maalini looked at him thoughtfully. "You know, my dear, I've been thinking about your name."

"My name? But I like being called by what you named me!" he replied, his eyes wide with curiosity.

She smiled, her heart swelling with affection. "You are special, and your name should reflect that. You are not just a child of this world; you carry a unique lineage. Your spirit has qualities of both manusya—humans—and something more, something like the asuras."

He furrowed his brow, trying to understand. "You mean I have the qualities of both good and evil?"

Maalini nodded, choosing her words carefully. "In a way, yes. Every being has light and darkness within them. It's how you choose to embrace them that defines your path."

The boy thought for a moment, then asked, "So, what name do you think fits me?"

Maalini gazed into the flames, and inspiration struck her. "I will call you Manass. It combines both 'manusya' and 'asura,' signifying the balance of light and darkness within you."

"Manass… I like it!" he exclaimed, a grin spreading across his face. "It sounds strong!"

"It is strong," she agreed, her eyes twinkling. "It reminds you that you have the power to choose your destiny, to find your own path in this world."

From that day on, the boy became known as Manass. The name resonated with him, embodying the journey he was on and the potential that lay ahead. As he practiced his vidya under Maalini's guidance, he felt a newfound sense of identity and purpose, ready to navigate the challenges of life with strength and wisdom.

Little did they know, the name would soon carry weight far beyond their humble garden, heralding adventures that would shape not only their destinies but the fate of the world around them.