Shadows of Dipangkar & Jasmine

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 nine 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.

Three men caught Dipangkar from the back and then two went near Jasmine,as they were reaching for her, Dipangkar shouted loudly.

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.

Unmasking The Puppeteer

Scene 1 – The Meeting of Leaders

A dimly lit café on the outskirts of Jengraimukh Academy served as the neutral ground for a meeting that could change everything. The air smelled of strong tea and old wood, the murmurs of students in the background barely registering in the tense silence between the two figures sitting at a corner table.

Ayang, leader of The Revolutionary Stars, leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. His sharp eyes studied the man across from him—Dipangkar, leader of The Dragons. The tension between them was thick, but neither was here to fight.

Ayang broke the silence first. "So, you're telling me this whole thing—the fight, the setup, the assassins—it was all orchestrated by the Amai Gang?"

Dipangkar nodded, his expression dark. "They wanted to turn us against each other. And they almost succeeded."

Ayang scoffed, shaking his head. "I should have known. The assassins I fought on the rooftop—I thought you sent them. But it was them all along."

Dipangkar's fingers tapped lightly against the table. "They planned this from the start. Get The Dragons and The Revolutionary Stars to go to war, weaken us, and then take control of the academy."

Ayang clenched his fists. "So that's their game… They messed with the wrong people."

Dipangkar smirked slightly. "Agreed. Now, the question is—what are we going to do about it?"

Both leaders sat in silence, the weight of their next move lingering in the air like a storm on the horizon.

Scene 2 – The News Reaches Mri and Jasmine

The practicing room echoed with the rhythmic sound of punches and kicks hitting the sandbags. Sweat dripped from Mri's forehead as he focused on his strikes, each movement sharper than the last. Across from him, Jasmine adjusted her gloves, throwing a few precise punches of her own.

Their training was interrupted when a member of The Dragons rushed in, slightly out of breath.

"Mri! Jasmine! We just got word—Ayang and Dipangkar found out the truth. The Amai Gang was behind everything!"

Mri stopped mid-punch, his expression unreadable. Jasmine, on the other hand, narrowed her eyes.

Jasmine: "So they were the ones pulling the strings?"

The Dragon member nodded. "Yeah. They set everything up—the fight between Mri and Dipangkar's Doppelganger, the attack on Ayang—it was all them."

Mri exhaled, wiping the sweat from his brow. "Figures. That gang always had a habit of stirring things up."

Jasmine untied her gloves, slinging them over her shoulder. "I guess we'll be seeing a lot of action soon."

Mri smirked. "Wouldn't be the first time."

Jasmine chuckled lightly before stepping toward the door. She glanced back at Mri.

Jasmine: "I'll see you again soon."

Mri watched as she walked away, her silhouette disappearing down the corridor. He turned back toward the sandbag, about to resume training—

Then he saw her.

Scene 3 – The Ghost of the Past

At the far end of the corridor, Tulina stood, casually talking to someone, laughing as if the past meant nothing.

A sharp ache pierced Mri's chest, but he didn't let it show. Instead, a flashback struck him like a lightning bolt—

—Tulina smiling at him under the sunset, her hands wrapped around his arm.

—Her voice, soft and full of promises.

—"Mri, please don't leave me. I love you."

—Then, the cold reality of her walking away for someone else.

The memory faded, leaving only the present.

Mri didn't say a word. He didn't stop. He didn't look twice.

He just walked away.