Chapter 1: The Boy Who Knew Too Much
The crowded streets of New Delhi were a whirlwind of activity, but amidst the chaos, one boy stood apart. Aryan Sharma, a sixteen-year-old prodigy, had always seen the world differently. While his classmates struggled with equations, Aryan devoured theories on quantum mechanics and parallel dimensions. It wasn’t just curiosity—he felt something, an invisible thread connecting him to another world.
Aryan grew up in a modest apartment in South Delhi, raised by his single mother, Meera Sharma, a former astrophysicist who had abandoned her research after the mysterious disappearance of Aryan’s father. His father, Vikram Sharma, had been a theoretical physicist obsessed with the idea of parallel realities. His sudden vanishing had left Aryan with more questions than answers.
“I know he’s not dead, Ma,” Aryan often told his mother. “I can feel it.”
Meera would sigh and place a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Some answers aren’t meant to be found, Aryan.”
But Aryan refused to believe that.
Even as a child, Aryan had strange visions—glimpses of places that didn’t exist in this world. As he grew older, the visions became more vivid. He started seeing flashes of people who looked like those around him, but different, almost hollow. These eerie experiences only fueled his desire to uncover the truth.
One fateful evening, while conducting an experiment in his makeshift rooftop lab, Aryan’s device—a crude particle accelerator fashioned from scrap and spare parts—hummed to life. The air crackled, the temperature dropped, and for a fleeting moment, he saw it. A shimmer in reality, a doorway to another existence. But before he could react, the gateway collapsed.
He fell back, gasping. The static energy in the air left his skin tingling. His notebook, filled with equations, fluttered to the ground, pages flipping wildly as if caught in an invisible wind.
“I saw something,” Aryan whispered to himself. “It’s real.”
His father had been right. And now, he had to find out more.
Chapter 2: Vikram Sharma’s Research
Vikram Sharma had not merely theorized about parallel worlds—he had been on the verge of proving their existence. His notes, hidden in a locked compartment in Aryan’s old bookshelf, contained breakthroughs in Quantum Phase Alignment, a process that could synchronize vibrational frequencies between dimensions.
The research detailed experiments conducted in a hidden government facility called “Project Rift.” Vikram had devised a device capable of creating an artificial resonance between two dimensions, but the experiments had taken a dark turn. There were reports of anomalies—entities appearing and disappearing, distortions in time, and subjects experiencing severe mental breakdowns.
Then, one night, Vikram had vanished. The lab was found in ruins, his research classified and buried by authorities.
Aryan pored over his father’s work, understanding the dangers but also realizing the potential. Vikram’s theories had been incomplete, but Aryan believed he could succeed where his father had failed.
Chapter 3: Unlikely Allies & The Device’s Reconstruction
Aryan wasn’t alone in his pursuit of the unknown. He had met Riya and Kabir under peculiar circumstances.
Riya Malhotra was the last person one would expect to be involved in a physics experiment. Coming from a family of bureaucrats, she was expected to follow a rigid, pre-planned future. But Riya had a knack for hacking and uncovering hidden truths. Her life changed when she stumbled upon an encrypted government file that referenced “Project Rift.”
Curious and reckless, she tried to break in. That’s how she met Aryan—when he intercepted her cyber intrusion attempt. Instead of turning her in, he was intrigued. Their shared curiosity about hidden knowledge forged an unlikely friendship.
Kabir Verma, on the other hand, had always been fascinated by the nature of existence itself. Raised by his grandfather, a retired scientist, he had spent his childhood immersed in scientific theories. Unlike Aryan, who relied on his instincts, Kabir worked through meticulous logic. They first crossed paths at a city science exhibition when they were both twelve, where they argued over quantum entanglement. The debate turned into camaraderie, and they had been friends ever since.
With Riya’s hacking skills, Kabir’s analytical mind, and Aryan’s raw intellect, they set out to rebuild Vikram’s machine. Using abandoned scientific equipment from a scrapyard and modifying old particle accelerator components, they assembled a crude yet functional bridge device. They worked in secrecy, knowing the government had classified their findings.
Their curiosity soon turned into necessity when Aryan’s visions started intensifying. Images of monstrous entities and a being cloaked in shadows haunted his dreams. They had no choice but to investigate.
Chapter 4: The Bridge Between Realities & Mythological Connections
Determined to prove his discovery, Aryan rebuilt the device. The trio gathered at an abandoned metro tunnel where electromagnetic interference was at its lowest. The tunnel had a peculiar history—local myths spoke of people who had vanished here, and odd energy readings had baffled scientists for years.
As Aryan calibrated the machine, he explained, “Theoretical physics suggests that parallel worlds exist on different vibrational frequencies. If we can match that resonance, we can create a bridge.”
Kabir adjusted the calculations on his laptop. “But the math suggests that such a crossing requires enormous amounts of energy. Your father’s notes mention ‘Quantum Phase Alignment.’ If we get this wrong…”
“…We could tear open a rift we can’t close,” Riya finished, her fingers twitching over the emergency shut-off switch.
Aryan flipped the final switch, and the machine roared to life. A deafening hum filled the tunnel as the air seemed to ripple like disturbed water. Then, with a burst of violet light, reality split apart.
The tunnel walls seemed to warp, shifting like liquid glass. A void, blacker than the night, swirled ahead. They could hear whispers emanating from within—unfamiliar voices calling their names.
Ancient texts spoke of Lokas—different planes of existence stacked upon one another. What if these weren’t just spiritual allegories, but scientific truths? The Tale of the Kaal Dwaar, the Time Gate, was said to be a portal hidden in the folds of the universe, a threshold between two realities. Could the bridge they had just opened be the modern equivalent of Kaal Dwaar?
Then, something reached out.
Chapter 5: The Terror of the Parallel World
The Mirror World was not just a reflection of reality; it was a grotesque inversion. The sky was a swirling abyss of deep purple and sickly green, with shadows that stretched unnaturally. The air carried a metallic taste, and the very ground pulsed as if alive. The people, or what remained of them, were twisted echoes of those in Aryan’s world—lifeless, their eyes empty voids.
A marketplace stood in eerie silence. Stalls displayed rotten food that pulsed as if breathing, and vendors stood motionless, their faces frozen in expressions of despair.
Then came the screams.
Above them, Bhairwaa’s laughter echoed.
