The Enigmatic Birth & The Prophetic Dream
The very concept of his birth was a mystery, an impossibility woven into the fabric of his existence. Kalki, a powerful yet unassuming youth, was born to five mothers and five fathers. This was an event not found in any traditional Indian epic, a new foundation for a story destined to capture every heart. His mothers—Radha, Akshara, Meenakshi, Ananya, and Maya—had given birth to him, a secret that would only unravel as the story progressed.
The divine sage Narada, a figure who held the threads of destiny in his hands, foresaw the approaching twilight of the Kali Yuga. His vision was a prophecy of impending conflict.
In a realm far removed from Earth, a figure cloaked in fiery, lava-like armour moved with terrifying precision. His hands, like honed axes, struck through the air, felling invisible spirits with brutal, practised blows. A mighty roar ripped through the silence, followed by the neighing of a horse. Sorcerers around him crumpled, their lives extinguished before they could even comprehend the threat. All knelt before his overwhelming presence.
Suddenly, a massive teleportation portal shimmered into existence. With a single, fierce push, the armoured figure shattered it. He struck a person emerging from within, sending them hurtling through the fragmented space.
It was Kaleshwar who screamed from the dissolving portal, his voice echoing with fury. "Look, Kalki! You may be a god, but if you don't understand everything like this, in the future, you will become the cause of destruction for this entire Earth! It's better if you understand what I'm saying, otherwise, in the future, you will be the one harming the Earth!"
But Kalki, seemingly unconcerned by the threats, punched the shattered teleportation portal again, completely annihilating it and severing the link between Earth and Yaksha Loka. In the distance, he was seen brutally tearing someone in two, then holding the severed parts and feeding them to Adisesha and Naga Sesha, who coiled patiently behind him.
At that very moment, in the distant Yaksha Loka, Kaleshwar commanded his trembling army. "Listen! Do not set foot on Earth! That person insulted me! How dare he! He will soon realise what happens to nature on Earth if I, if we Yakshas, are not there!" With a final, furious gesture, he sealed all teleportation portals and gateways to Earth.
The conflict of two realms and the sealing of the portals were the threads of a fate that now connected Kaleshwar's rage to Kalki's actions. What this meant for both worlds, and how the spirits of nature would respond to being cut off, was a terrifying unknown.
A young boy jolted awake, his face damp with sweat, his mind grappling with the vivid remnants of his dream. The violence, the prophecy, the terrifying power—would it ever come true? What did it all mean?
Just then, a woman's voice cut through his thoughts. "Kalki, aren't you getting up? Today we have to go to the academy for admission! What is this, sleeping so late!"
Kalki groaned. "What, Mom? Do you have to wake me up this early every day? It's always like this with you!" He turned and walked into the washroom, the images of his dream still haunting him.
The scene shifted as his mother, Akshara, continued her quiet conversation with another woman, Radha. "Has Kalki woken up? Why are you waking him up so early, Akshara?"
Akshara sighed. "What can we do? Rekha, Ananya, and Shweta are all waiting outside for Kalki. It's not right to keep them waiting outside our house, and they refuse to come inside." The five mothers were already a complex web of relationships, each with their own unique role in Kalki's life.
Meanwhile, back in Yaksha Loka, Mayuri lay on her bed, her thoughts consumed by the very Kalki of whom Narada had spoken so grandly. Lost in contemplation, she slowly drifted off to sleep.
A great noise echoed around her, vast and empty. There was no one else, only a world of oppressive darkness. In the distance, a solitary figure stood, its eyes gleaming with an ethereal light. Upon seeing him, Mayuri's joy knew no bounds. "Kalki, have you come for me?" she exclaimed, beginning to run towards him.
As she drew closer, a strange tension began to build within her. "Why do I feel this way?" she wondered. Kalki took another step closer, and his face became clear. They looked at each other with immense sorrow, as if a bond long broken had finally reunited. Their gazes locked, fixed intently on one another, as they each took a step forward. Suddenly, they embraced, holding each other tightly.
"Have you finally shown me mercy, Devi? Why did it take you so long?" Kalki murmured, holding her even tighter.
They began to kiss each other's faces. "I truly thought our love would never be fulfilled," Mayuri whispered.
"Indeed," Kalki replied, then gently released her slightly, holding her hands. A desire began to spark within Mayuri as she gazed lovingly at her beloved.
"What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?" Kalki asked.
Mayuri's cheeks flushed red as she shyly responded, "Nothing," and they both walked into a room.
They sat and talked for a while. Just then, a small TV in the room showed a movie. In it, two young people, drenched from the rain, came inside. The heroine offered the hero water, and slowly, he took hold of her, beginning to kiss her. Unable to bear watching, Yakshini Mayuri quickly turned her face away, pointing at the TV. "Can you change it?" she muttered.
"What, Madam? Even such a small scene makes your cheeks red, your lips tremble, and your heart race! I can tell everything!" Kalki teased gently.
"Be quiet, Kalki," Mayuri mumbled.
"What? Haven't you ever enjoyed this?" Kalki whispered, slowly placing his hand on Mayuri's, gently caressing it. Mayuri's heart pounded with increasing tension, and she swallowed hard, telling him to be quiet in a low voice. But Kalki chuckled softly to himself, and then, with a confident tone, he playfully pushed her onto the bed, saying, "Please, baby."
Mayuri's eyes widened. He's so fast! she thought to herself, then slowly closed her eyes.
Suddenly, Kalki was struck by someone and sent flying to the ground. Seeing all this, Mayuri snapped out of her dream.
The boy's dream and the Yakshini's dream seemed to be fragments of the same prophecy, linking them together in a way neither could yet understand. Kaleshwar's actions had sealed the portals to Earth, cutting off the natural spirits from the human world. What this would mean for both realms remained to be seen, but the consequences would undoubtedly be far-reaching and destructive.
