Chapter 14:Shadows of the Past – Dipangkar & Jasmine’s Story

The Streets of Jorhat – A Childhood of Struggle

Before Dipangkar became the feared leader of The Dragons… before Jasmine became known for her beauty and strength… there was only hunger, pain, and survival.

Jasmine was just eight years old when their father abandoned them.

Dipangkar, barely fourteen, was left to take care of their sick mother and his little sister. He worked tirelessly—carrying sacks at the market, washing dishes, doing any job he could find.

But no matter how hard he worked, it was never enough.

Their mother's condition worsened.

Jasmine cried herself to sleep every night.

And the world? It didn't care.

The Monsters That Preyed on Them

One night, Dipangkar was late coming home. Jasmine was waiting for him in a dark alley, her stomach aching with hunger.

That's when they came.

A group of drunken men, laughing, their eyes filled with something vile.

"Hey, little girl," one of them sneered, stepping closer. "What's a pretty thing like you doing out here all alone?"

Jasmine froze.

She wanted to run, but her body wouldn't move.

A rough hand grabbed her wrist—filthy, tight, disgusting.

She screamed.

And then—BOOM.

Dipangkar was there.

He didn't hesitate. Didn't think.

His fist crashed into the man's face, sending him flying.

Another man swung a knife—Dipangkar dodged.

And then, for the first time, it happened.

His aura exploded.

Deep green.

It surrounded him like a raging storm, pure anger made visible.

A second later, he grabbed the man's arm—

SNAP.

The bone broke like a twig.

One by one, he tore through them.

By the time it was over, he was standing there, panting, fists covered in blood.

Jasmine stared at him, shaking.

"Dada…" she whispered.

Dipangkar knelt in front of her.

"No one will ever hurt you again. I promise."

That night, Jasmine realized something.

Her brother wasn't just her protector.

He was a monster.

A monster born from pain.

The Birth of a King

After that night, something inside Dipangkar changed.

He stopped working for others.

He started taking.

Fighting.

Becoming stronger.

One by one, he crushed every gang in Jorhat.

By the time he was eighteen, he was untouchable.

People feared him. Respected him.

He had become a King.

And Jasmine?

She learned how to survive.

How to manipulate.

How to use her beauty, her mind, and her power to carve her own path.

No longer a helpless girl.

No longer a victim.

Back to the Present – A Silent Promise

Mri sat in silence, listening to Jasmine's story.

She smirked. "Did that shock you?"

Mri leaned back. "No. It just makes me wonder… why are you telling me this?"

Jasmine looked up at the sky.

"Because you remind me of him."

Mri frowned. "Of Dipangkar?"

She shook her head. "No. Of who he used to be… before the world broke him."

Mri felt something stir inside him.

Something dangerous.

Something inevitable.