01-08-2025, 01:00 AM
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This scene is intended for those who may have had difficulty getting past the intimate scenes I previously wrote, where I failed to give enough time or background between the characters.
I acknowledge that this was a mistake on my part. However, if you find it hard to enjoy the story because of this, please feel free to read this scene.
If not, you’re welcome to skip it.
For those who understand that we all make mistakes and can look beyond them, this scene isn’t necessary to appreciate the story as it stands. I appreciate your understanding and continued support.
--- This scene is optional and can be skipped if you’re satisfied with the story so far ---
The Memory That Changed Everything
Looking at the current events, Ravi thoughts went to his past
It was a quiet evening in the outskirts of their remote village.
The sun had dipped low behind the tamarind trees, spreading a golden glow across the red earth and the tiled roof of the old farmhouse.
Ravi, then just turning eighteen, sat on the edge of the stone well, wiping sweat from his brow after a long day of helping with the crops.
His hands were rough with work, his skin tanned deep by the sun, but his eyes still held that eerie, unnatural glow that even he didn’t notice.
Sumathi called him from the verandah. Her voice wasn’t her usual sing-song warmth—it was heavier, more deliberate.
“Ravi… come sit. I need to tell you something.”
He looked up. His mother’s face was tired, older than usual, but there was something else, something clouded and weighted in her eyes.
He walked over silently and sat beside her on the wooden bench.
Sumathi didn’t speak immediately. She held his hand, soft fingers brushing against his hardened palms. Then she began.
“Do you remember asking me when you were ten… why people always stared at you strangely when we came into town?”
He nodded slowly.
“They looked… nervous. Or too interested,” Ravi said.
She smiled faintly. “Not just interested. Ravi… people don’t know what they’re seeing when they look at you. But they feel something. A pull.”
There was silence again. Even the birds had gone still in the neem tree.
“Because you’re not like them,” she continued. “Not like us either.”
He frowned. “What do you mean?”
Sumathi drew a long breath. “You were barely a month old when we found you. It was a rainy night. Your father and I heard a massive crash in the forest behind our land. Not thunder. Not wind. Something else. Something heavy had fallen from the sky.”
Ravi’s eyes narrowed. “Fallen?”
“Yes.” She looked up at the darkening sky as if trying to see back into the past.
“We ran to see. What we found was fire, metal, and wreckage—parts of something that didn’t belong to this world. And in the center, a small capsule. Burnt, but still intact. Inside… you.”
Ravi’s heart began to pound. “You’re saying…”
“Your real parents were inside that ship. We never found their bodies completely.
Just fragments… technology… things we couldn’t understand. But the capsule, your capsule, had instructions. In a language I… I don’t even know how I could read. It was like it spoke directly to my thoughts.
Telling me how to take care of you. Warning me that Earth was not your origin. That time itself had bent to bring you here.”
Ravi felt the world shift beneath him. “So… I’m not from Earth?”
Sumathi nodded. “You’re not. Your ship entered a time portal, it was probably accidental. It flung you across space and time. Into our world. Into our lives.”
Tears filled her eyes. “Ravi, we had prayed for a child for years. When we found you, I didn’t care where you came from. You were a miracle. And you were ours from that day.”
He sat there stunned, his thoughts racing through every strange thing he’d experienced, the way people reacted to him, how girls in the village whispered about him after just one glance, how animals never feared him, how sometimes… he could sense people’s emotions like a pulse.
“Your body looks like ours,” Sumathi said. “But I’ve seen what you don’t realize yet. People, especially women… they don’t just like you. They’re drawn to you. Compelled. It’s something in your presence. A kind of resonance.”
Ravi’s breath caught. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”
“We wanted you to live like a normal boy. To grow without fear. Without feeling like you didn’t belong. But… the time has come now. Soon you’ll feel it even more. The power inside you. The way people react to it. You must learn to control it, Ravi. It is a gift, but it can also be dangerous.”
He looked down at his hands, then up at the stars just beginning to appear. Somewhere out there, beyond time and space, was a home he would never know.
And here, beside him, were the only parents he had ever needed.
Raghav came out of the house just then, quietly placing his hand on Ravi’s shoulder.
“No matter where you came from,” his father said, “you’re our son. Always.”
That night, Ravi couldn’t sleep. He stared out the window, mind swirling with questions.
Who were his real parents?
What planet did they come from?
Why did he survive when they didn’t?
And most of all… what was his purpose here?
He didn’t know yet.
But from that day, something in him began to awaken.
He started to feel things more deeply. The effect he had on others intensified, especially on women.
Teachers, classmates, strangers in towns—all seemed pulled to him by an invisible thread. At first, it terrified him.
But slowly, he learned to mask it. To contain it. To respect it.
He was no ordinary boy.
He was something else entirely.
And though his origin lay beyond the stars, his heart beat here, on Earth, with the ones who chose him.
His journey was just beginning.
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I believe this answers your doubts and make you enjoy the rest of the story.
But those who are already enjoying the story without this scene, please don't read this or wipe it off your memory, this was not originally planned for the story.
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