The strange glow faded. As the last traces of magic dissolved into the air, the mysterious ball lay silent once again, lifeless, unresponsive, as though nothing extraordinary had ever happened. The room felt unusually heavy, the silence pressing down on everyone's chest. Whatever secrets the ball had shown them tonight were enough to exhaust both the mind and the heart.
Without speaking much, they decided to rest. Sleep came slowly, weighed down by unanswered questions. The next morning arrived like any other, deceptively ordinary. The school corridors buzzed with the familiar chatter of children, unaware that fate itself had begun to stir within their lives. Prabhas stood before his class, chalk in hand, preparing to teach history, but little did the children know how closely the lesson mirrored the truths unfolding beyond the classroom.
"Today," Prabhas began, adjusting his glasses, "we'll learn about the Stone Age." The children straightened in their seats. "Early humans didn't have supermarkets or kitchens like we do today," he continued with a gentle smile. "They survived by hunting animals, fishing in rivers, and gathering fruits, roots, and vegetables from forests."
As he spoke, Prabhas began sketching figures on the blackboard, primitive hunters, spears, fish, and clay pots. He used the projector to display images of ancient tools, fish, and vegetables, ensuring every child could visualize life thousands of years ago.
"In the beginning," he explained, "humans used raw stones to hunt animals. But stones were heavy, blunt, and difficult to control. Over time, they discovered something fascinating." The chalk paused. "When they rubbed stones against hard surfaces, the edges became sharp. This discovery changed everything. Sharp stones made hunting easier and more effective."
The children murmured in fascination. "After hunting," Prabhas continued, "the men would carry the animals back to their families. The women cooked the meat in clay pots over fire, creating their first meals." He showed images of earthen pots and early fire pits.
"As time passed, humans also learned to use tree bark and broken branches as tools. Eventually, they tied sharpened stones to wooden sticks, creating spears. This was the beginning of innovation, when humans realized that combining materials could make them stronger."
The bell rang just as Prabhas finished his sentence. A collective sigh of relief echoed through the classroom. "If you have any questions, you can ask me now," Prabhas said. Silence. No hands rose. Satisfied, Prabhas dismissed the class. One by one, the children filed out, their laughter filling the corridor once again.
But Prabhas didn't leave. Instead, he turned to Akshatha and Aparajitha. "As promised," he said softly, "come with me." The girls exchanged uncertain glances but followed him. Downstairs, Ramakanth was already waiting.The moment he saw the girls, he froze. For years, he had dismissed the visions of their past lives as illusions, memories too fantastical to be real. Yet now, seeing them standing before him in flesh and blood, his heart pounded painfully.
"It's really them…" he whispered. Prabhas placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. Without wasting time, Ramakanth led them toward the library. He stopped at the same shelf, his fingers trembling slightly as he pressed the hidden button. A soft mechanical hum followed. The bookshelf slid aside, revealing the concealed passage.The girls gasped.
They stepped into the underground laboratory, their hearts racing. Inside, Rishi was waiting. The moment his eyes fell on the girls, shock spread across his face."You brought them?" he asked, stunned. Prabhas nodded. Rishi took a deep breath. "This changes everything. But we can't proceed today. I need time. Tomorrow, we must conduct certain experiments."
The word experiments sent a chill through the girls. Seeing their fear, Prabhas quickly intervened. "Not today. They're already overwhelmed. Let them go home and rest." Rishi hesitated, then nodded. Relieved, Akshatha and Aparajitha were allowed to leave.That night, Prabhas and Ramakanth returned home in silence. After freshening up, they approached the ball once again.
With a cautious breath, Prabhas activated it. The surface shimmered, the past unfolded. The screen revealed a heavenly palace floating among clouds, glowing with divine radiance. Golden pillars rose toward the sky, and celestial music echoed softly through the air. Two princesses lay resting in an ornate chamber.
They looked exactly like Akshatha and Aparajitha. These princesses possessed extraordinary powers, one could control water, the other commanded air. Day after day, they served heaven, maintaining balance in the realms. Exhausted from their duties, they had decided to rest that afternoon.
As they slept, unaware, a shadow crept closer. The courtier's son. Jealousy burned in his eyes as he approached the sleeping princesses. From his hands emerged two glowing, ball-like objects pulsing with dark magic. He placed them against their chests. The magic activated. The balls merged with their hearts. Instantly, something precious was stolen, their emotions, their senses, their humanity.
Their hearts were sealed. From that day forward, everything changed. Their laughter vanished.Their smiles faded. They became hollow, moving like living dolls, beautiful, powerful, but empty. The day of their marriage arrived.The entire heaven celebrated.But when the moment came, something unthinkable happened. The princesses killed their bridegrooms. Shock rippled across the heavens. Furious and heartbroken, the Heaven Emperor pronounced judgment. Twenty lightning strikes descended upon the princesses as punishment.
Their bodies could not withstand the divine wrath.They collapsed, And died. The screen went dark. The ball closed.Tears streamed down Ramakanth's face. His hands shook. "Now I understand…" he whispered. Seven hundred years. Seven lifetimes. This was their seventh birth.
Because of this unresolved sin and sealed fate, Ramakanth had been unable to attain Moksha, unable to reunite with God. This was his duty. He had to reunite them. He had to remove the seal from their hearts. Only then could their souls be freed. Akshatha. Aparajitha. Rohit. Shashank. They were the same souls, reborn once more. Only their reunion could restore balance and bring back the beautiful world that once existed. Prabhas clenched his fists. Now he understood.
In their previous births, they had completed the gods' tribulations. Now, in this final life, their destiny was reunion. Prabhas and Ramakanth were the guardians of that destiny.
Summary of the Truth
Tribulation, it is said, occurs when gods weaken. They descend to Earth, living among humans, enduring suffering and hardship to regain strength both physical and spiritual. Hardship strengthens even gods. Yet humans blame the divine for pain, never realizing its purpose. Ramakanth and his son were confused when they spoke to God, unaware of the task assigned to them. Through the past, they discovered the truth: four divine children had died without fulfilling their destiny.
Long ago, the prince of heaven and the demon prince became friends. They married each other's sisters and had twin children, two girls and two boys. But jealousy consumed the courtiers of both realms. Betrayal led to war.The princes were killed. The courtier's son sealed the children's hearts, turning them into emotionless beings as revenge for his father's death.
Now, centuries later, the mission remains unfinished. On the other side of the world, Shashank suffers from a mysterious nerve disease.Will the youngsters reunite? Will Rishi and his brother help Prabhas and Ramakanth? Can the sealed hearts finally be freed? The answers await.