Part 1: The Fall
The rain hadn't stopped for three days.
It poured over the city like a curse-heavy.
relentless, and cold enough to seep into bones. Neon lights flickered against wet asphalt, reflecting broken dreams in every puddle.
Arav stood at the edge of the rooftop,staring down at the chaos below.
Cars rushed past.people ran for shelter.
Life moved on.
Without him.
" Twenty-two years," he muttered,his voice barely audible over the storm. " And this is all I get?"
His fists clenched.
He had done everything right.
Studied hard. Stayed honest.Trusted people. And yet -
Betrayed by friends.
Used by relatives.
Discarded by the girl he loved like he their way back.
Three months ago
"Aarav , you don't understand," Riya had said, avoiding his eyes.
" I understand enough," he replied, his voice shaking. "You re leaving me... For him."
" It's not like that."
Silence.
That silence had said everything.
Then came his best friend, karan.
Or rather, the man he thought was his best friend.
"You signed those documents, right?" Karan had asked casually one day.
"Yeah... You said it was for the startup registration."
Karan had smiled.
That smile now haunted him.
Because those papers had transferred everything - his savings, his investments, even his small inherited property.
Gone.
Just like that.
And now here he was.
Broken. Empty. Alone.
Aarav stepped closer to the edge.
Wind whipped his shirt violently, rain soaking him completely.
"Maybe... This is easier," he whispered.
No more pain.
No more betrayal.
No more expectations.
He closed his eyes.
And stepped forward.
The End ... on Beginning ?
Darkness swallowed him.
But it wasn't the darkness he expected.
There was no pain. No impact. No final breath.
Just... Silence.
Endless silence.
Then -
A voice.
"Regreat... Detected."
Aarav's eye's snapped open.
"What...?"
He was floating in a void - no ground. No sky, No body... Yet somehow, he existed.
"Evaluating life... Incomplete."
"Who's there?!" He shouted."
"Opportunity... granted."
Before he could react, blinding light engulfed him.
Rebirth
A sharp cry echoed through a small room.
A baby's cry.
Aarav gasped -
No.
He tried to gasp.
But instead, what came out was a weak wali.
His vision was blurry. His body felt... Small.
Too small.
"What... What's happening...?" He thought.
Voices surrounded him.
"It's a boy !"
"Congratulations !"
"Both mother and child are healthy!"
Aarav's mind frozen.
Mother ? Child ?
"No... no, no, no..." He panicked internally.
He tried to move - his arms flailed weakly.
Tiny arms.
Tiny fingers.
His heart began racing.
"I... I died..."
"And now..."
The realization hit like thunder.
"I ' ve been reborn."
A second chance
Days passed.
Then weeks.
Then months.
Aarav - now a body slowly began to understand his new reality.
His name was still Aarav.
His parents were different.
Kind.
Loving.
Something he had rarely experienced in his past life.
His father, Rajesh, would hold him gently every evening.
"My son will do great things." He' d say with a proud smile.
His mother, Meera, sang lullabies that filled the house with warmth.
And Aarav...
Remembered everything.
Every betrayal.
Every mistake.
Every regret.
At first, it overwhelmed him.
He couldn't speak. Couldn't express. Couldn't even control his own body properly.
But his mind - his adult mind - was awake.
And thinking.
If I've really been given a second chance...
His tiny fists clenched.
I won't waste it again.
The Child who wasn't Normal.
By the time Aarav turned three, it was abvious something was different.
"Rajesh... Don't you think he's... To smart?"
Meera whispered one evening.
Aarav sat in the corner, flipping through a newspaper.
Not randomly.
Reading.
Understanding.
Analyzing.
"He's just gifted," Rajesh said proudly.
But even he was surprised.
Aarav learned to read at age three.
Write at four.
Solve math problems meant for teenagers by five.
But what truly shocked them was his behaviour.
He didn't act like a child.
He observed people.
Carefully.
Silently.
One day, a distant relative visited.
"Such a cute boy!" The man said, patting Aarav's head.
Aarav looked up at him.
And instantly felt it.
That same fake smile.
That same hidden greed.
Just like people from his past life.
"Stay away from him," Aarav thought coldly.
That night, he overheard a conversation.
"That land your father owns... It must be worth a lot." The relative said casually.
Rajesh laughed," it's nothing special."
But Aarav knew.
This was how it started.
Small talk.
Then manipulation.
Then loss.
Just like before.
For the first time since his rebirth, anger burned inside him.
Not again.