The secret of Trikalyagya was hidden within the mala.
Siya stepped out of the room, her breath uneven but her eyes sharp with realization. She called for Ali. He rushed toward her immediately.
"I need to sit in meditation," she said hurriedly. "Stay with Maan. In my absence, handle everything from here. I don't know how long it will take… but it's necessary. And keep an eye on George as well."
Ali tried to ask something, but she interrupted him.
"There's no time. Just be careful."
Without another word, she returned to her chamber.
The moment she sat down for sadhana, she gripped the mala tightly in her palm. As her fingers touched each bead one by one, flashes began erupting inside her consciousness.
She saw him again.
The same man from her dream.
A radiant face filled with divine brilliance — eyes glowing with purity, serenity pouring from his presence. But within a heartbeat, that same face twisted into something cruel. Cold. Dangerous.
The vision deepened.
Trikalyagya was seated in meditation, surrounded by an atmosphere that resembled heaven itself. Divine beings stood around him in reverence. His compassion was so immense that even an ordinary being would feel drawn toward him without a single word spoken.
Siya's mind whispered:
If he was so divine… how did he fall this far?
For a brief second, she felt something impossible — as though Trikalyagya had sensed her presence… as if he had looked at her across time.
Then another scene unfolded.
A celestial being approached Trikalyagya, pleading:
"O Trikala, protect me. The demons seek my life. They want my powers."
But Trikalyagya already knew the truth.
That so-called victim was himself a demon — attempting to trap him and misuse his foresight.
Trikalyagya could see the future — but not all of it. And he was forbidden from interfering with its flow.
Yet he did not refuse.
He went with the demon, wanting to ensure innocents were not imprisoned.
It was a trap.
The demons knew he could alter destinies through his mind. So they used tantric forces to invade his consciousness. At first, nothing affected him.
Until their master intervened.
It was none other than Shukracharya — the great preceptor of the Asuras, master of occult knowledge and cosmic tantra.
Even Trikalyagya could not fully withstand that assault.
And the game reversed.
The demons began rewriting the order of time itself — past, present, future — rearranged at their will. Chaos spread across the realms. Floods consumed lands. Balance collapsed. The world trembled on the edge of extinction.
Trikalyagya tried to regain control of his mind.
He failed.
Rage erupted within him.
In that storm of fury, even innocents became victims of his unleashed power. He never intended harm — but he could not bear to witness the destruction of existence.
The gods could not restrain him.
And when divine wrath awakens, the end of worlds is inevitable.
Instead of listening, the celestial beings judged him. Condemned him. Banished him from the divine realm without hearing his truth.
Humiliated. Broken.
Since then, he had remained in isolation — in that lab — watching cruelty unfold before his eyes but never stepping out. His anger toward the gods had buried his willpower deep within himself.
He could still see the future.
But he had lost the desire to change it.
Then Siya was born on Earth.
The moment he sensed her existence, something shifted.
He wanted her near him.
When Siya touched him for the first time, her divine energy awakened everything buried within him. A sacred soul had reignited a fallen one.
They became connected.
But the energy did not enter him by her will.
His body pulled it in.
And that changed everything.
Siya's energy was not meant for ordinary beings. If it entered a normal human unknowingly, it could drive them insane.
She could give it intentionally in small amounts to help someone.
But what happened with Trikalyagya was different.
It intensified his obsession.
His buried willpower returned — but twisted.
His mind began revolving around only one purpose:
To possess Siya.
Within days, his attachment would turn lethal. If anyone came near her, he would not hesitate to kill.
Siya's eyes snapped open.
She now understood everything.
She no longer saw Trikalyagya as purely evil.
But she was still angry.
He should have told her earlier. So much destruction could have been avoided.
She stepped out of the room.
What felt like a few moments in meditation had been three weeks outside.
Andy was awake. Clara was still in deep meditation.
Siya sensed it — Clara's first chakra was close to awakening.
Ali, Maan, and Andy rushed toward her.
"You seemed restless during meditation," Ali said. "Are you alright?"
Maan added softly, "Sister… what happened?"
Siya calmed them.
"It was something necessary."
Andy pressed further.
"What kind of necessity?"
She answered quietly:
"Trikalyagya."
Ali frowned. "Who is that?"
"The one living among us… as George."
Shock spread across their faces.
She explained everything from the beginning.
Ali asked carefully, "Is his madness a danger to you?"
"We can't say," Siya replied. "I may have to give him controlled energy by my own will. But I can't right now. My body is weakened."
Andy urged her to rest and reminded her about her devotion to Shiva.
She smiled.
"How could I forget? I am an embodiment of His beloved power."
When asked about Clara, Siya revealed she had given her energy, and soon Clara's Muladhara chakra would awaken.
Then Maan suddenly hugged her.
"I missed you."
She teased him gently.
"You claim you've grown up… yet look at you."
He whispered, "Being near you feels like having a sister… and a mother."
She held him close.
"Who says I cannot be your mother?"
Ali joined the embrace. Then Andy.
She laughed.
"Maan is a child. But you two?"
Andy joked about her age. She twisted his ear playfully.
Their laughter echoed through the room.
And that's when he appeared.
Trikalyagya.
He saw Andy holding Siya's hand.
Something inside him snapped.
He stormed forward and punched Andy violently.
"How dare you touch my Siya!"
He grabbed her hand and wiped it as if it had been contaminated.
The others were stunned.
Siya was not.
She saw the madness clearly in his eyes.
Andy moved to retaliate, but Siya stopped him.
Violence would solve nothing.
She calmly told Trikalyagya to come inside.
Telepathically, she instructed the others to eat and not worry. Ali hesitated, but she reassured him with a glance.
Now it was just her and Trikalyagya.
He stared at her like a starving man possessed.
His obsession had deepened.
And Siya understood.
This was no longer about redemption.
It was about control over a mind fractured by divine humiliation and awakened desire.
She knew one thing clearly:
If she didn't heal him soon…
He would destroy everything for her.
And perhaps even himself.
How will Siya restore Trikalyagya's mind before his madness turns fatal?