ARBIND_JASWARA

In a world where shadows lurk unseen, Paritraan is not your typical hero. Born from loss and forged in hardship, he abandoned his dreams to support his struggling family—only to lose everything. Left broken after his mother’s mysterious death, he stumbles upon Anahata, a sentient machine from a forgotten civilization, who offers him more than just power—it offers him purpose.

With scraps and technology far beyond human comprehension, Paritraan crafts his own suit of Armor and weapons to wage war against hidden enemies who threaten humanity from the shadows. As he unravels the dark conspiracy behind his mother’s death, he discovers that aliens walk among humans, and not all of them come in peace.

But being a hero isn’t easy. Haunted by his past, hunted by unknown forces, and burdened by an AI that’s as playful as it is powerful, Paritraan must rise above his pain. Because in the fight for humanity’s future, even a hero forged from scrap can shine brighter than steel.

In this battle between light and shadow, will Paritraan’s redemption be the world’s salvation?

PARITRAAN:Rust and Redemption

A gentle sizzle filled the quiet kitchen as the aroma of freshly cooked food spread through the air.

Naira stood over the stove, stirring a simple meal for herself and Aarav. Her hands moved with a sense of familiarity, but there was a tension in her eyes—uncertainty, perhaps, or the weight of everything that had happened.

She had woken up in a stranger's home, yet this stranger had saved her life. And now, she was making him breakfast. Life was strange that way.

Aarav sat at the small dining table, watching the steam rise from his plate.

Aarav leaned back, processing her words. The only family she had was missing. And she had nowhere to go.

"Until we figure things out. You said you don't have a safe place. Then it's better if you stay with me while we search for your sister."

She hesitated, then nodded. "Okay."

And just like that, her fate intertwined with his.

Present Time – A Knock at the Door

The loud knocking startled them both. Aarav groaned, rubbing his face.

He walked to the door and opened it, revealing a familiar face—his uncle. A broad-shouldered man in his fifties with graying hair and a knowing smirk.

"Aarav!" His uncle stepped in, patting Aarav's shoulder. "I heard that you are not feeling well. You okay, kid? How's your health?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," Aarav muttered, stepping aside.

Then his uncle's eyes landed on Naira.

For a moment, Aarav's brain stopped working.

"Who's this?" his uncle asked, raising an eyebrow.

Aarav had gotten so used to living alone that he completely forgot he now had a housemate.

He scrambled for words, but his brain was still buffering. His uncle's smirk widened.

"Well, well," His uncle chuckled. "I didn't think you had it in you, kid! Finally found someone, huh?"

Naira tensed slightly, glancing at Aarav. His mind raced. What was he supposed to say? A roommate? A friend? An unknown girl who got dragged into his life because of dangerous men?

Inside his mind, he pleaded to Anahata. And, as always, Anahata was more than happy to help.

"Aarav, just move your lips. I'll handle everything perfectly."

Aarav, against his better judgment, obeyed. He began moving his lips as Anahata spoke in his voice.

"She is Naira," Anahata began. "The woman I love and—"

"—the person I'm about to marry."

Knocking Heart