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

Aarav stood frozen, his brain still buffering from the disaster Anahata had just unleashed.

Those words hung in the air, thick and inescapable. The room felt suffocatingly silent for a moment before Aarav's uncle's face split into the widest grin he had seen in years.

"Well, well!" His uncle let out a hearty laugh, clapping Aarav on the back. "I didn't think you had it in you, kid! Finally found someone, huh?"

Aarav coughed, trying to swallow the sheer panic rising in his throat. Naira, standing beside him, looked just as stunned. But the situation demanded a response.

With the grace of someone walking into a battlefield unarmed, she straightened up and said, "Yes… I am Naira, Aarav's future wife."

Aarav barely resisted the urge to facepalm.

His uncle chuckled, clearly delighted. "Ah, good! Very good! You need someone in your life, Aarav. You always act like you can handle everything alone, but trust me, having someone beside you… it makes a difference."

Then his uncle's gaze softened, turning slightly more serious. "So, tell me, Naira, where is your family? Have you talked to them about this?"

Aarav stiffened. Naira turned her head sharply, glaring at him with wide eyes.

Aarav had no idea what to say. He had barely processed Anahata's previous 'help,' and now he was on the spot again. With no choice, he internally screamed for Anahata's assistance.

"Already on it," came the mischievous reply.

Aarav reluctantly moved his lips, allowing Anahata to speak through him.

"Her family didn't accept our marriage," Anahata said smoothly in Aarav's voice. "So she ran away from home."

Then, as if struck by lightning, Aarav and Naira both visibly flinched. His uncle also froze, his eyebrows raised.

Laughter. Loud, genuine, full-bellied laughter filled the room. His uncle leaned back, clutching his stomach as if he had just heard the greatest joke in the world.

"Damn!" he gasped between laughs. "This really takes me back!"

Aarav and Naira exchanged confused looks, but his uncle wasn't done.

"Reminds me of the good old days," he said, sighing happily. "When I was a gangster, I fell in love with Aarav's aunt. Her family didn't accept our marriage either, so we ran away from home!"

His uncle grinned. "Oh yeah. And after that, I was desperate to find a job. No one wanted to hire a man with my past. But do you know who did?" His voice softened. "Your father."

The room fell silent again, but this time, it wasn't awkward. It was heavy, filled with something unspoken.

"Back then, your father was struggling too. His son was sick, but he still took me in, a complete stranger, a dangerous man. He didn't just give me a job—he taught me. He taught me how to talk, how to present myself, how to survive without violence. And when I was finally ready, he even helped me organize my marriage."

Aarav felt something twist in his chest. He had always known his father was a good man, but hearing it like this… it made the loss feel fresh all over again.

His uncle's smile dimmed. "It's been years since your father went missing. And there's nothing I could do."

The air in the room grew still. No one spoke. The weight of those words hung between them, pressing down like an invisible force.

Aarav swallowed the lump in his throat. Naira, standing beside him, remained quiet, as if sensing that this moment belonged to Aarav and his uncle.

The Accidental fiancée