The Earth

Rudra Singhania was one of Mumbai’s biggest businessmen. A powerful name. A major figure whose name carried both respect and fear. But he was also infamous for the darkness attached to his life—the things people whispered about behind closed doors.

After an accident where he had been shot, Rudra was admitted to the hospital. But when his life finally ended because of the sins he had carried throughout his years, and his soul reached Hell…

…the King of Hell felt as if destiny itself had delivered the perfect body into his hands.

A human body.

Rudra’s consciousness barely settled before the king’s voice echoed inside it.

“Humans… even now I cannot understand how these spirits survive inside such fragile bodies.”

The next second—

The King of Hell merged completely into Rudra’s body.

And instantly—

the change became visible.

A wave of unnatural strength surged through the body.

The king looked at his hands.

Hospital tubes and IV lines were still attached.

With irritation, he tore them out and threw them aside.

A few drops of blood fell to the floor.

But the wounds on his hands began healing immediately.

Why wouldn’t they?

He was the son of the Supreme Lord himself.

A divine existence wearing stolen flesh.

The hospital door burst open.

Nurses and doctors rushed inside.

One nurse stopped in shock.

“What… what is happening?”

The doctor looked at the monitor.

“This cannot be happening!”

“But I swear, Doctor! His heartbeat had stopped! That’s why I called you!”

She pointed toward the machine.

The screen still showed no heartbeat.

Then she looked at the bed.

Rudra Singhania was awake.

Sitting upright.

Perfectly alive.

The doctor froze.

Impossible.

He stepped forward.

“Mr. Singhania… how are you feeling?”

The king slowly turned his head.

His eyes looked unnatural.

Without replying, he began removing every bandage from his body.

“Sir, I cannot allow that.”

The doctor tried stopping him.

The king looked directly at him.

Coldness filled his expression.

“Do not touch us, human.”

The room seemed to grow colder.

“Otherwise… we will turn you to ash where you stand.”

The doctor stepped back immediately.

At that moment—

a familiar presence appeared beside the king.

The Prime Minister of Hell stood there in invisible form.

He bowed slightly.

“Your Majesty… humans should not be spoken to this way.”

The king narrowed his eyes.

“What?”

The minister continued—

“Humans call each other by names. Not by calling someone ‘human.’”

“You must look into this body’s memories if you want to survive among them.”

The king stayed silent.

Then asked—

“How do you know all this?”

The minister lowered his head.

“I visit Earth often.”

“I find humans… interesting.”

“I learned a few things.”

The king stared at him.

The minister immediately bowed.

Meanwhile—

the doctor had no idea what was happening.

He stepped out and called Rudra’s secretary.

“Please come immediately.”

Soon—

Atul arrived.

He entered quickly.

“What happened?”

The doctor spoke carefully.

“Mr. Singhania regained consciousness… but I think something is wrong.”

Atul frowned.

“Choose your words carefully.”

“You know whose name you are speaking about.”

The doctor sighed.

“The bullet hit his heart, not his head.”

Inside the room—

the King of Hell had already absorbed all of Rudra’s memories.

And now—

he smiled.

Perfect.

This human was fearless.

Cruel.

Powerful.

Someone who had never feared consequences.

Not even God.

Exactly the kind of vessel a king should possess.

His smile became darker.

At that moment—

Atul entered.

“Sir… are you okay?”

The king looked at the minister.

The minister understood immediately.

Within seconds—

Atul’s body stiffened.

His eyes changed.

His consciousness disappeared.

The minister had taken control of Atul’s body.

The king looked satisfied.

“Good.”

The minister looked confused.

“Your Majesty… why did you order me into this body?”

The king replied—

“The girl we seek can see beings like us.”

“I don’t want her seeing you and escaping.”

“This way…”

“You stay with me twenty-four hours.”

“And we move freely.”

The minister nodded.

The king stood up.

“It’s time.”

Both arrived at Singhania Mansion.

They searched everything.

Everything matched Rudra’s memories.

Then they reached the basement.

This was where Rudra had conducted all of his illegal activities.

The king walked to a wall.

Placed his hand.

Drew a strange symbol.

And whispered an ancient spell.

The wall trembled.

Energy spread.

A hidden door appeared.

A portal.

Connecting Earth directly to Hell.

The minister stared.

“What next, Your Majesty?”

The king smiled.

First—

we find her.

Then confirm how much power she has discovered.

Then bring her close.

Keep her under observation.

She must come willingly.

Her agreement—

will open every path.

Not only Earth.

Even Heaven itself will fall within our reach.

My father chose her to protect the world.

But once she comes under our control—

she becomes our bridge.

The bridge between Heaven and Hell.

The one who ends the distance between worlds.

The minister bowed.

“As you command.”

Atul then asked—

“Sir… how will we find her?”

The king looked at him.

His expression darkened.

“I only felt her touch.”

“I do not know her face.”

“Do you expect us to touch every human?”

Disgust flashed across his face.

The minister quickly asked—

“Then what do we do?”

The king looked away.

“We think.”

“We find a way…”

“…that makes the girl come to us herself.”

“This body limits us.”

“If we had our full power…”

“…we would already have found her.”

“But for now…”

“We work with what we have.”

The minister bowed.

“Rest, Your Majesty.”

“I know where to gather information.”

The king looked out of the mansion window.

His eyes reflected something terrifying.

Because somewhere far away—

Abha still believed she had escaped the nightmare.

But she didn’t know—

the nightmare had only changed its face.

And now…

Hell itself had started walking toward her.

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