The color of eye
Just then, Indrajeet suddenly retreats into Binam’s shadow, and Binam mutters,
"Ah, looks like Mom’s back..."
At that very moment, a voice calls out from outside the house:
"Binam, dear! Are you home from school already?"It’s his mother’s voice.Binam responds quickly, saying,
"Yeah, Mom, I’m home! Hold on, I’ll open the door."
He walks over, opens the door, and his mother steps inside. But the moment she sees his face, she stops—visibly surprised.
Noticing her gaze, Binam feels a twinge of nervousness. He forces a small, uneasy smile and asks,
"Mom...? Why are you staring at me like that? Did I do something wrong?"
In his mind, panic begins to stir: Did she somehow find out about what happened at school?
He instinctively raises a hand to his forehead, checking for any sign of injury—but there’s nothing. All his wounds had already healed, thanks to the mysterious powers he had received.
His mother, Himashree Boruah, stares at him in disbelief and says,
"What happened to your eyes? Their color... it’s different. Did you put on some kind of contact lenses?"
Binam is stunned. He rushes to a mirror—and then stands there frozen.
His eyes—once an ordinary shade—are now a striking crystal dark gray, glowing faintly like polished stone.
How...? I only asked that book for powers, he thinks. Why did my eyes change?
Just then, a calm voice echoes in his mind, carried by telekinesis—Indrajeet.
"My lord," he says, "along with your powers, your entire body was reborn to withstand the limitless and destructive energy you now possess. Every part of you has been transformed, made invincible—and that includes your eyes. Their color has changed as part of that evolution."
Binam sighs, muttering under his breath,
"So... that’s what happened. But what do I tell Mom now?"
Indrajeet speaks once more, his tone serene yet powerful.
"Lord Binam, if you wish, I can rewrite reality itself. Everyone will simply believe that you were born with eyes like these."
Binam, shocked, turns toward the voice in his mind.
"You can alter reality...? You’re really that powerful? But—what if you make a mistake? What if messing with reality and time causes something worse?"
At that moment, a strange silence falls over everything.
Binam’s mother freezes mid-motion. The world itself... stops.
Heart pounding, Binam whispers,
"Indrajeet... was this your doing?"
"Yes, my lord," Indrajeet replies calmly. "I stopped time. But there is no need to be afraid. I can return everything to normal at any moment. Just as I paused time, I can also alter reality itself."
Then, with a hint of humility in his voice, he adds,
"I do not say this out of arrogance, but rather to reassure you—manipulating time and reality... is easier for me than swatting a fly. So please, my lord, leave your worries to me."
Binam, astonished by Indrajeet's words, responds with disbelief,
“What…! Are you saying that manipulating and altering reality is easier for you than swatting a mosquito? Hearing you talk like this, it feels like even my powers are insignificant compared to yours.”
Indrajeet bows his head humbly,
“No, Lord Binam. In front of your power, I am no more than a speck of dust. The reason my abilities seem so immense is because I acquired them from the Kalpa-Vriksha, a fragment of the original Celestial Tree. And, as you know, your powers too stem from the same source.”
Binam, thoughtful and curious, replies,
“Hmm, Indrajeet… If this Kalpa-Vriksha Book is merely a fragment of the true Kalpa-Vriksha, then what exactly is the original Kalpa-Vriksha? Do you have any idea what it truly is?”
Hearing this, Indrajeet’s expression shifts to one of concern and helplessness. He responds with quiet regret,
“Forgive me, my Lord, but even if I were to scan the entire multiverse — across all infinite universes — I do not believe I would uncover much about the Kalpa-Vriksha. It is beyond my limits. Only you, my Lord, may possess the potential to uncover the truth about it.”
Binam, in his thoughts, reflects,
“It seems the Kalpa-Vriksha — the unknown source of all power — does not wish for its secrets to be known. Very well, I’ll ponder this later. For now, I need Indrajeet to restore everything to normal.”
He turns to Indrajeet,
“Indrajeet, let’s leave this mystery for now. Just reset everything. Return it all to normal.”
Indrajeet bows again,
“As you command, my Lord.”
With a wave of his will, Indrajeet manipulates reality, resetting the flow of time and restoring the world to its previous state. He even integrates the change in Binam’s eye color into existence seamlessly, normalizing it across reality.
Suddenly, Binam hears his mother’s voice.
“Binam, dear! Why are you just standing there? And i was a bit late today. There was a school meeting, that’s why.”
Binam responds with a smile,
“Oh, that’s alright, Mom. I understand.”
He thinks to himself, “Looks like everything’s back to normal now.”
His mother continues,
“By the way, you did eat your lunch before leaving, right?”
Binam, internally panicking,
“Oh no! With everything going on, I completely forgot to eat. What do I say now?”
Just then, Himashree Boruah, his mother, says,
“It’s already 4:30 PM! I am unusually late today. Go do your homework or study for a while. I’ll freshen up and prepare dinner, alright?”
With that, she walks off, and Binam returns to his room. Still anxious, he mutters to himself,
“What do I do? If Mom sees the untouched food, I’m in trouble.”
At that moment, Indrajeet’s voice echoes,
“My Lord, if you wish—”
Before he can finish, Binam cuts him off,
“No. Don’t even think about using reality manipulation for something this trivial.”
Indrajeet, trying to explain,
“No, my Lord, I was merely suggesting — if you wished, you could simply consume the food by imagining it. All you need to do is focus on the idea of the meal, and it will be as if you truly ate it. After all, you are the most powerful being across the entire multiverse. Is this really something to be worried about?”
Binam sighs,
“You wouldn’t understand, Indrajeet. You’ve never been scolded by your mother.”