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Chapter 3: Rahul met Madman aka Madhavan - The Body Time Machine
The sea wind howled across the Mumbai beach, whipping sand into stinging spirals around Rahul's crumpled form. Thirty-two, near-obese, salt-and-pepper beard matted with sweat and blood, eye bags swollen from years of whiskey and double shifts—his old Pulsar lay twisted a dozen yards away, front wheel still spinning lazily like a dying heartbeat. Headlights sliced the dusk. Tires crunched gravel as a sleek black Mercedes screeched to a halt.
Rahul falls on the black Sedan is none other than, Dr. Madhavan’s
Dr. Madhavan stepped out—mid-40s, sharp jawline shadowed under a crisp cap, salt-and-pepper hair neatly combed, lab coat fluttering like a warning flag. He knelt beside the wreck, fingers pressing Rahul's thick wrist. Pulse steady. He sniffed the air—whiskey fumes curling up like accusation—then glanced at his watch. Two days until the honorary professorship ceremony. Enemies in the faculty were already sniffing for scandals; if anything comes out like he made an accident would cause a scene. And he cant leave a drunken person like this, especially at a time when enemies are looking for some scandal on him. He dont want anything this drunken person tied to his name would end everything.
"Ravi," he barked to the lanky assistant in the driver's seat. "Help me load him."
They heaved Rahul's bulk into the backseat—sand dusting the leather, body sagging like wet cement. The car roared off, city lights smearing into neon streaks.
The secret lab hummed beneath a crumbling Andheri warehouse—neon tubes buzzed overhead, steel walls gleamed cold under fluorescent glare, air thick with chemical tang and ozone. Once, Madhavan had dreamed of curing arthritis, mending shattered bones. Corporate funding had twisted the dream: not healing, but reversal. The corporates never wanted him to do the useful things, it would stop every medicine companies that run behind money..
Madhavan released it sooner, before they completely stop him, he himself stopped and concentrated on Skin related cures and findings. Cosmetics.
He badly wanted the world to recognize him as a terrific scientist and an innovative finder. All he needs is that he really doesn't care about money or real cure the world and health care needs.
That is when a concept kicks in .. A concept which run behind money, which the corporates will be interested , big shots and corporate lords who wont stop him..
A BODY Time Machine.
Unlike the time machine we see in movies, it won't time travel, but it does for the body, the finding of him, make the body age reverse.. But it is limited to the fully grown boned age. For example if a 50 year old man wanted to reverse his age to 10, it wont, the earliest will be the 20 or 18 when his body bone is fully grown. He can reverse it to age 30 or 40 if needed but not beyond the age of 18 or 20 when his body bones are fully grown.
A body time machine—chemical vats bubbling, pulsing electromagnetic coils—to rewind flesh to its prime. Cages lined one wall: rats twitched with glossy fur, rabbits hopped with the energy of juveniles. SIX years stripped away in test runs.
His real vision? Bollywood stars, politicians, billionaires paying crores for lost youth. They have plenty of money, to keep them young, they need a body time machine. It won't be available to the public, only for people with big money, corporations will be interested in him.. For funding, his name will be echoed throughout the world.
He had not done a testing yet on humans, it is prohibited and he is secretly making it only a few celebrities who wanted this funding him in the shadows.
Morning broke gray through a narrow slit window. Rahul woke on a narrow cot, head pounding like a forge hammer. Beakers rattled nearby; a motor whirred low. He blinked at the steel-and-glass prison. Am i "Dead?" is this how heaven looks?..
He then saw a person spitting in the pathway,
He said to himself, no way this is earth
then chuckled hoarsely. "Not yet."
He saw the crowd at a distance, a few men and women, with lab courts chatting,..
He saw Madhavan pleading with them..
Idiots if i test on myself who will rewrite the code, who will change the formula when something goes wrong.. I can't test outsiders, one of you needs to do.. I can pay 30 laks upfront now itself..
Just inject yourself and get into the machine..
He looked back and asked Ravi can you come in, prove these idiots
The lab technician said sir, it's still unproven. You need to wait and see rabbits and squirrels and monkeys and rats.. Without seeing a result how can we get in for the test
Madhavan: Didn't you see how their age reversed.
Lab technician: But we have not seen what would happen in next 100 days, the time machine allows the body changes intact only for 100 days.. What's after that? Will the body reform or will it stay as it is? Side effects? We never know it
Madhavan: The vip client is coming next week, I need to show a real example..
See you are old fellow, aged 36 you can reverse back join a college and enjoy young womens,
The lab technician laughed but he didn't agree.
Rahul heard every word. His wrecked body stared back at him. Maybe his lost youth was why Anandhi cheated. Back in college he was a rockstar—tall, lean, every girl falling. Now? Bloated, broken. He pictured it: young again, women flooding toward him. Anandhi stressed, staring, realizing she aged while he stayed prime. He'd fuck her senseless, whisper "See? You cuckolded the wrong man. You're no fit for me now," then walk away. Live for himself.
Madahvan saw Rahul woke up near the tank and realised , Rahul heard everything, He came towards him, coat pristine, voice smooth as injected silk.
"Twenty lakhs to keep quiet about this place.
Thirty if you volunteer for the machine."
I hope you heard all what i have been telling them
Rahul nodded his head as a yes.
Silence thickened. Helpers in blue scrubs froze mid-task, eyes darting.
Rahul's mind jolted. Lost charm. Anandhi's body under another man—saree hiked, moans echoing, hips rising eagerly. His gut twisted, rage and hunger colliding. Regain it. Fuck her round the clock. Show her—and the world—who's man again.
Rahul was done with the regular life, he had been living all these days, the wife he trusted cheated on him. He wanted his youth back.. he doesnt care, about the experiments even if its for few days or months, he wanted to live the young life again for himself, if something goes wrong, the cash Madhavan gives will help the kids.. after all Kids never had a share in the cruel adult world.
He surged upright; the cot creaked. "Doctor—I'm in. Thirty lakhs. Lend it?"
Madhavan's eyes narrowed, calculating. "Willing to risk it?"
He thought he will fear, he will say no, he will plead to release him from her.
But he volunteered to get in for experience.
Rahul nodded, voice cracking with desperation. "Yes."
A scrawny helper in the shadows shouted, "Don't!
They call him Madman for a reason—rats disappeared on day ninety-five, squirrels went blind first!" Its risk without properly tested results.
Madhavan waved it off. "Backstabbers. They eat my cash, then spit lies."
Rahul stood—nothing left to lose. Beach or lab, death or chance—no difference. "I trust the setup. Tight security, discipline, uniforms. Can't go wrong. If clicks i can live the life i wanted. if it doesn't click i dont care, he thought"
Madhavan grinned wider. "Real human test subject. Lets get you through some tests.
After test result came in an hour
Madhavan roared, sucess its perfect.. your body can be reversed like a 20 year old.
Perfect." He unrolled a tablet with terms like a death warrant. "The process rewinds sixteen years. You'll emerge at twenty.
Ninety-day window—return by day eighty-nine for the stabilizer shot. Miss it, and your hormones collapse. Organs fail. Painful. Fatal.
Rahul smiled grimly. Ninety days to reclaim everything. "Fine."
He stepped into the chamber—thick glass sealed with a hiss. Siren wailed. Horns blared. Helpers scattered. Madhavan and Ravi lingered outside, monitors flickering.
Eight hours stretched into eternity.
Inside, Rahul burned. Veins ignited—fire racing from toes to skull. Visions assaulted him: Anandhi laughing under the banyan tree, her mangalsutra glinting; then the video—her legs wrapped tight, pulling a stranger deeper, mouth open in ecstasy. Pain twisted into something darker: hunger. He screamed once, voice cracking higher, younger. Muscles tore and rebuilt—fat melting, bones lengthening slightly, skin tightening. Memories flashed faster: her vibrator nights he never knew, her quiet loyalty, the debt that chained them. By the end he was gasping, sweat-slick, reborn.
Night deepened. The lab fell silent.
10 Hours process.
A final thud. Glass slid open with a pneumatic sigh.
Rahul stepped out.
Twenty again. Lean, sharp—The heroic look once he had in college is now real, reborn: fair skin glowing under the fluorescents, short wavy black hair damp and tousled, intense dark eyes burning, light stubble framing a chiseled jaw. Shirt stretched tight over defined chest and shoulders, pants snug against narrow hips and powerful thighs. Charm radiated like heat—dangerous, magnetic.
Madhavan's jaw dropped. Ravi gasped. "Not Madman... Miracle Man."
Rahul flexed his hands—strong, steady. No trembling. He met Madhavan's eyes, voice low and clear.
"Where do I start?"
He didn't collapse. He stood tall, sand still clinging to his shoes like a reminder of the wreck he left behind. Youth reclaimed. Ninety days ticking.
But it was just a mental strength. His leg ached and he fell in a minute..
Madhavan smiled, expecting it.
The sea wind howled across the Mumbai beach, whipping sand into stinging spirals around Rahul's crumpled form. Thirty-two, near-obese, salt-and-pepper beard matted with sweat and blood, eye bags swollen from years of whiskey and double shifts—his old Pulsar lay twisted a dozen yards away, front wheel still spinning lazily like a dying heartbeat. Headlights sliced the dusk. Tires crunched gravel as a sleek black Mercedes screeched to a halt.
Rahul falls on the black Sedan is none other than, Dr. Madhavan’s
Dr. Madhavan stepped out—mid-40s, sharp jawline shadowed under a crisp cap, salt-and-pepper hair neatly combed, lab coat fluttering like a warning flag. He knelt beside the wreck, fingers pressing Rahul's thick wrist. Pulse steady. He sniffed the air—whiskey fumes curling up like accusation—then glanced at his watch. Two days until the honorary professorship ceremony. Enemies in the faculty were already sniffing for scandals; if anything comes out like he made an accident would cause a scene. And he cant leave a drunken person like this, especially at a time when enemies are looking for some scandal on him. He dont want anything this drunken person tied to his name would end everything.
"Ravi," he barked to the lanky assistant in the driver's seat. "Help me load him."
They heaved Rahul's bulk into the backseat—sand dusting the leather, body sagging like wet cement. The car roared off, city lights smearing into neon streaks.
The secret lab hummed beneath a crumbling Andheri warehouse—neon tubes buzzed overhead, steel walls gleamed cold under fluorescent glare, air thick with chemical tang and ozone. Once, Madhavan had dreamed of curing arthritis, mending shattered bones. Corporate funding had twisted the dream: not healing, but reversal. The corporates never wanted him to do the useful things, it would stop every medicine companies that run behind money..
Madhavan released it sooner, before they completely stop him, he himself stopped and concentrated on Skin related cures and findings. Cosmetics.
He badly wanted the world to recognize him as a terrific scientist and an innovative finder. All he needs is that he really doesn't care about money or real cure the world and health care needs.
That is when a concept kicks in .. A concept which run behind money, which the corporates will be interested , big shots and corporate lords who wont stop him..
A BODY Time Machine.
Unlike the time machine we see in movies, it won't time travel, but it does for the body, the finding of him, make the body age reverse.. But it is limited to the fully grown boned age. For example if a 50 year old man wanted to reverse his age to 10, it wont, the earliest will be the 20 or 18 when his body bone is fully grown. He can reverse it to age 30 or 40 if needed but not beyond the age of 18 or 20 when his body bones are fully grown.
A body time machine—chemical vats bubbling, pulsing electromagnetic coils—to rewind flesh to its prime. Cages lined one wall: rats twitched with glossy fur, rabbits hopped with the energy of juveniles. SIX years stripped away in test runs.
His real vision? Bollywood stars, politicians, billionaires paying crores for lost youth. They have plenty of money, to keep them young, they need a body time machine. It won't be available to the public, only for people with big money, corporations will be interested in him.. For funding, his name will be echoed throughout the world.
He had not done a testing yet on humans, it is prohibited and he is secretly making it only a few celebrities who wanted this funding him in the shadows.
Morning broke gray through a narrow slit window. Rahul woke on a narrow cot, head pounding like a forge hammer. Beakers rattled nearby; a motor whirred low. He blinked at the steel-and-glass prison. Am i "Dead?" is this how heaven looks?..
He then saw a person spitting in the pathway,
He said to himself, no way this is earth
then chuckled hoarsely. "Not yet."
He saw the crowd at a distance, a few men and women, with lab courts chatting,..
He saw Madhavan pleading with them..
Idiots if i test on myself who will rewrite the code, who will change the formula when something goes wrong.. I can't test outsiders, one of you needs to do.. I can pay 30 laks upfront now itself..
Just inject yourself and get into the machine..
He looked back and asked Ravi can you come in, prove these idiots
The lab technician said sir, it's still unproven. You need to wait and see rabbits and squirrels and monkeys and rats.. Without seeing a result how can we get in for the test
Madhavan: Didn't you see how their age reversed.
Lab technician: But we have not seen what would happen in next 100 days, the time machine allows the body changes intact only for 100 days.. What's after that? Will the body reform or will it stay as it is? Side effects? We never know it
Madhavan: The vip client is coming next week, I need to show a real example..
See you are old fellow, aged 36 you can reverse back join a college and enjoy young womens,
The lab technician laughed but he didn't agree.
Rahul heard every word. His wrecked body stared back at him. Maybe his lost youth was why Anandhi cheated. Back in college he was a rockstar—tall, lean, every girl falling. Now? Bloated, broken. He pictured it: young again, women flooding toward him. Anandhi stressed, staring, realizing she aged while he stayed prime. He'd fuck her senseless, whisper "See? You cuckolded the wrong man. You're no fit for me now," then walk away. Live for himself.
Madahvan saw Rahul woke up near the tank and realised , Rahul heard everything, He came towards him, coat pristine, voice smooth as injected silk.
"Twenty lakhs to keep quiet about this place.
Thirty if you volunteer for the machine."
I hope you heard all what i have been telling them
Rahul nodded his head as a yes.
Silence thickened. Helpers in blue scrubs froze mid-task, eyes darting.
Rahul's mind jolted. Lost charm. Anandhi's body under another man—saree hiked, moans echoing, hips rising eagerly. His gut twisted, rage and hunger colliding. Regain it. Fuck her round the clock. Show her—and the world—who's man again.
Rahul was done with the regular life, he had been living all these days, the wife he trusted cheated on him. He wanted his youth back.. he doesnt care, about the experiments even if its for few days or months, he wanted to live the young life again for himself, if something goes wrong, the cash Madhavan gives will help the kids.. after all Kids never had a share in the cruel adult world.
He surged upright; the cot creaked. "Doctor—I'm in. Thirty lakhs. Lend it?"
Madhavan's eyes narrowed, calculating. "Willing to risk it?"
He thought he will fear, he will say no, he will plead to release him from her.
But he volunteered to get in for experience.
Rahul nodded, voice cracking with desperation. "Yes."
A scrawny helper in the shadows shouted, "Don't!
They call him Madman for a reason—rats disappeared on day ninety-five, squirrels went blind first!" Its risk without properly tested results.
Madhavan waved it off. "Backstabbers. They eat my cash, then spit lies."
Rahul stood—nothing left to lose. Beach or lab, death or chance—no difference. "I trust the setup. Tight security, discipline, uniforms. Can't go wrong. If clicks i can live the life i wanted. if it doesn't click i dont care, he thought"
Madhavan grinned wider. "Real human test subject. Lets get you through some tests.
After test result came in an hour
Madhavan roared, sucess its perfect.. your body can be reversed like a 20 year old.
Perfect." He unrolled a tablet with terms like a death warrant. "The process rewinds sixteen years. You'll emerge at twenty.
Ninety-day window—return by day eighty-nine for the stabilizer shot. Miss it, and your hormones collapse. Organs fail. Painful. Fatal.
Rahul smiled grimly. Ninety days to reclaim everything. "Fine."
He stepped into the chamber—thick glass sealed with a hiss. Siren wailed. Horns blared. Helpers scattered. Madhavan and Ravi lingered outside, monitors flickering.
Eight hours stretched into eternity.
Inside, Rahul burned. Veins ignited—fire racing from toes to skull. Visions assaulted him: Anandhi laughing under the banyan tree, her mangalsutra glinting; then the video—her legs wrapped tight, pulling a stranger deeper, mouth open in ecstasy. Pain twisted into something darker: hunger. He screamed once, voice cracking higher, younger. Muscles tore and rebuilt—fat melting, bones lengthening slightly, skin tightening. Memories flashed faster: her vibrator nights he never knew, her quiet loyalty, the debt that chained them. By the end he was gasping, sweat-slick, reborn.
Night deepened. The lab fell silent.
10 Hours process.
A final thud. Glass slid open with a pneumatic sigh.
Rahul stepped out.
Twenty again. Lean, sharp—The heroic look once he had in college is now real, reborn: fair skin glowing under the fluorescents, short wavy black hair damp and tousled, intense dark eyes burning, light stubble framing a chiseled jaw. Shirt stretched tight over defined chest and shoulders, pants snug against narrow hips and powerful thighs. Charm radiated like heat—dangerous, magnetic.
Madhavan's jaw dropped. Ravi gasped. "Not Madman... Miracle Man."
Rahul flexed his hands—strong, steady. No trembling. He met Madhavan's eyes, voice low and clear.
"Where do I start?"
He didn't collapse. He stood tall, sand still clinging to his shoes like a reminder of the wreck he left behind. Youth reclaimed. Ninety days ticking.
But it was just a mental strength. His leg ached and he fell in a minute..
Madhavan smiled, expecting it.
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