Darkness thinned.
Sound came first — a faint beep… beep… beep…
Then the sterile scent of antiseptic.
Then the weight.
My eyelids dragged open.
White ceiling.Hanging light.
IV stand.
I was lying on a stretcher.A shadow leaned over me.
"Good. He's awake."
Priyanka.
Her fingers gripped my jaw, turning my face left, then right. Her eyes were sharp — clinical, calculating.
"Show me your teeth."
I blinked. "What—?"
"Teeth. Tongue. Now."
I obeyed.
She inspected carefully, thumb pressing my lower lip down.
"Hm. Pupils normal. Tongue steady. No internal bleeding from the mouth." She exhaled softly. "You're lucky."
Her tone changed — less doctor, more accusation.
"When Gauri brought you in, you were beaten badly. Multiple bruises. Mana exhaustion. Minor fractures."
She straightened.
"So tell me… what did you do to make her turn you into paste?"
A pause.
"Don't tell me you tried to kiss her again."
Her eyebrow lifted.
"You should understand that no means no."
My ears twitched.
"Wait, doc— first, we were training." I pushed myself slightly upright, wincing. "Second, I never tried to kiss her. Why would I ever try to kiss that unattractive wom—"
"I am still here."
The air temperature dropped five degrees.
I slowly turned my head.
Gauri sat behind me on a metal chair, legs crossed, arms folded. Calm. Too calm.
Her eyes were golden.
Glowing faintly.
Amitesh: "…I take back the unattractive part."
Her stare didn't move.
"Smart decision."
Priyanka rolled her eyes. "If you two are done with whatever this is…"
She snapped her gloves tight.
"Give me your hand."
I extended it reluctantly.
The needle pierced skin.Sharp.Cold.
Transparent liquid began dripping through the IV line.
"What is that?" I asked.
"Vitamins. Protein solution. You burned through your reserves."
She stepped aside, then walked to a metal tray.
On it — fresh cultivation grass.
The faint golden veins inside the leaves shimmered softly.
She crushed them in a mortar.
The scent filled the room — earthy, spiritual, powerful.
Juice gathered.
She filtered it carefully.
Loaded it into a syringe.
I felt the shift in the air.
Even Gauri leaned forward slightly.
Priyanka approached again.
Without drama — but with absolute precision — she pierced the IV bag and injected the emerald-gold liquid into it.
The clear fluid slowly began turning faint green.
Mana density in the room increased.
The hairs on my arms stood.
"Refined cultivation extract," she said calmly. "Direct bloodstream absorption. Don't waste it."
The drip resumed.
The moment it entered my veins—
Heat.Not pain.Heat.
Like sunlight flowing inside my bones.
My vision sharpened.
Heartbeat steadied.
The bruises across my ribs tingled.
Gauri's eyes narrowed slightly.
"…He's absorbing it fast."
Priyanka sat down on the nearby chair, stretching her neck.
"He always does."
I clenched my fist.
Energy pulsed under my skin.
Somewhere deep inside—
Something stirred.
And for a fleeting moment…
I felt it.
Raktbeej.
Silent.
Watching.Not laughing.Not mocking.Watching.
A small smile formed on my lips.
"Wow…"
Gauri frowned. "What?"
I looked at the ceiling.
"Raktbeej is scared."
The room went quiet.
Even the IV drip sounded louder.
Priyanka's fingers paused mid-motion.
Gauri stood slowly.
"…What did you just feel?"
I closed my eyes.
Inside the darkness of my mind, for the first time—
The presence that once dominated the space…
Had taken a step back.
And that was new.
Very new.
My smile widened.
"Looks like," I whispered, "the parasite finally realized…"
"I'm not the weak one anymore."
The monitor beeped steadily.
But something had changed.
Not in the room.
Inside me.
"Doc… I want to ask something."
Without looking at me, Priyanka replied flatly, "If you're about to confess your love, the answer is no."
I blinked.
"Huh? Do you seriously think I'm that kind of person?"
She adjusted the IV line calmly.
"And why are you so cold today? You're treating me like I committed a crime."
She finally looked at me.
Not angry.
Tired.
"I am mad," she said quietly. "Do you know how hard it is to manage injured civilians, reckless fighters, and two mischievous idiots who think they're invincible?"
Her eyes sharpened.
"And then you increase my workload by almost dying."
That hit harder than the needle.
"Ouch. So I'm the villain now?"
"You're the problem," she corrected.
From behind me—
A soft, amused hum.
Gauri.
She was enjoying this.
I shot her a look. "Don't smile. This is partly your fault."
"Oh?" She leaned back, crossing her legs. "Who was the one who refused to stop training?"
"…That's not the point."
Priyanka rubbed her temples. "Children. Both of you."
Silence fell for a moment.
The IV dripped steadily.
I swallowed.
"…Doc."
She didn't respond immediately.
"Is it possible… that even after someone becomes a mushroom head… they can stay human?"
That got her attention.
Her hand froze.
Gauri's smile disappeared.
Priyanka slowly turned toward me.
"Why are you suddenly interested in that?"
Her gaze sharpened — not teasing now. Assessing.
"Don't tell me you're the one developing that condition."
The air grew heavier.
"If that's true," she continued softly, "it would be like handing fire to a wild monkey."
Gauri stood up slowly.
Golden mana flickered faintly around her fingers.
"Amitesh," she said calmly, "answer carefully."
The IV fluid continued dripping into my veins.
Inside me—
Something shifted.
A whisper.
A presence.
Not fully hostile.
Not fully human.
I forced a small grin.
"Relax. I'm just asking hypothetically."
Priyanka didn't smile.
"Infection into mushroom heads is a neural takeover. The fungus rewrites the host's brain. Personality, memory, instincts. The 'human' part gets buried."
She stepped closer.
"But…"
She hesitated.
"There have been rare anomalies. Cases where fragments remain. Reflexes. Emotional responses. Recognition of loved ones."
Gauri's voice lowered.
"Not full control?"
"No," Priyanka said. "More like… two beings sharing one body."
Silence.
My heartbeat thudded louder.
Gauri's eyes locked onto mine.
"…Why," she asked softly, "do you want to know?"
Inside my mind—
For a split second—
Raktbeej's presence stirred.
Not aggressive.
Not mocking.
Watching.
Waiting.
And I realized something terrifying.
What if the mushroom heads weren't fully gone?
What if some of them…
Were still trapped inside?
I leaned back against the stretcher.
"…Just thinking," I said quietly.
But neither of them believed me.
The IV stand clicked as Priyanka removed the line.
"You're stable. Don't do anything stupid for at least twelve hours."
"That's very limiting," I muttered.
She gave me a look.
"Try me."
We stepped out of the room.
The corridor lights were dim — generator power only. Long shadows stretched across cracked tiles. Distant voices echoed from the lower floor.
Gauri walked beside me.
Not too close.
Not too far.
Silent for a few steps.
Then—
"Hey."
"What?"
"That question."
I glanced sideways. "What question?"
She stopped walking.
"The one about mushroom heads staying human." Her golden eyes narrowed slightly. "What if Priyanka gets suspicious? Do you really want to get chopped into pieces?"
I smirked faintly.
"Relax. She won't."
"That's not what I asked."
We resumed walking.
I shrugged. "It's not like things will stay hidden forever. So why not try to understand it… and control it?"
Her expression changed.
Not anger.
Concern.
"You said he's scared."
She lowered her voice.
"What did you do… to make something cute like Raktbeej scared?"
The hallway felt colder.
Inside my mind—
Silence.
Too much silence.
I smiled faintly.
"Cute. You're really a crazy woman."
She gave me a flat look.
"You're even more dangerous than Raktbeej," I added.
She didn't deny it.
"So?" she pressed.
I leaned slightly closer as we walked.
"Because you beat him really badly."
She stopped again.
"…What?"
I raised my hands in surrender. "During training. When you pushed me past the limit. When you smashed my mana circuits. When you almost broke my ribs."
Her lips twitched.
"Oh."
A small, dangerous smile formed.
"So it's because of me."
She placed a hand dramatically over her chest.
"Sorry, Raktbeej. Next time I'll
remember to beat you a little less."
A faint pulse flickered in the air.
Inside my head—
A low growl.
Not loud.
But real.
Gauri's eyes sharpened immediately.
"You felt that too?" she asked.
I didn't answer.
Because I had.
For the first time—
When she joked about beating him—
Raktbeej reacted.
Not with arrogance.
Not with mockery.
With irritation.
And something else.
Restraint.
Interesting.
I leaned closer to her ear and whispered—
"See?"
She tilted her head slightly.
"He doesn't like you."
Her smile widened.
"Good."
Golden mana shimmered faintly around her fingertips.
"Tell him I don't like parasites either."
Inside—
A flicker of heat.
A suppressed surge.
Then stillness.
I exhaled slowly.
Gauri's voice softened just a little.
"Amitesh."
"Hmm?"
"If there's something growing inside you…"
Her tone was no longer teasing.
"…I need to know before it becomes something I have to kill."
The words weren't dramatic.
They were honest.
And that made them heavier.
I looked forward.
The corridor seemed longer now.
"I'm not losing control," I said quietly.
"Not yet."
She studied my face for several seconds.
Then finally—
"Good."
She started walking again.
"But if you do…"
She cracked her knuckles casually.
"I won't hold back."
I laughed.
"You never do."
Behind my ribs—
Something watched.
And this time…
It wasn't amused.
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Raktbeej POV .
Inside the Mindscape
Darkness.
Not empty.
Dense.
Like dried blood under black water.
In the center of that void — a throne formed from pulsating fungal veins and cracked bone.
And on it—
Raktbeej.
Not fully physical.
Not fully spirit.
A shifting silhouette of crimson mist and branching spores.
He had been silent for a long time.
Observing.
Measuring.
Waiting.
Then—
Her voice echoed faintly through the mental space.
"Tell him I don't like parasites either."
Silence.
A pulse moved through the void.
The throne creaked.
Parasite?
The word lingered.
A low, ancient amusement vibrated through the darkness.
Parasite…
The audacity.
Golden light flickered at the edge of the mindscape — a faint trace of Gauri's mana residue from training.
It burned.
Not enough to wound him.
But enough to irritate.
Raktbeej's form shifted.
He remembered her.
The golden-eyed girl.
The one who struck without hesitation.
The one whose mana did not merely attack—
It erased.
Interesting creature.
Dangerous.
But young.
Very young.
A ripple moved across the fungal sea.
And then—
A memory surfaced.
Training.
Pain.
Mana circuits cracking.
Bones trembling.
But something else happened that day.
When she struck with killing intent—
Amitesh did not retreat.
He absorbed it.
Endured it.
Adapted.
That was the problem.
Raktbeej leaned forward slightly.
This host was not breaking.
He was integrating.
The lines between them were no longer clear.
When Gauri mocked—
"Sorry Raktbeej. Next time I'll beat you less."
Something in him reacted.
Not fear.
No.
Raktbeej did not fear mortals.
He feared evolution.
And Amitesh…
Was evolving.
That was dangerous.
Very dangerous.
A whisper escaped him, unheard in the physical world.
"She believes she is your shield."
A pause.
"You believe you are my cage."
The crimson mist thickened.
"You are neither."
Golden mana flickered again at the edge of the darkness.
Raktbeej's form pulsed in response.
If she continues striking him…
If she continues forcing growth through damage…
The integration will accelerate.
Too fast.
Too unstable.
And if the boy gains dominance—
Raktbeej would not disappear.
He would be… reshaped.
That thought—
That possibility—
Was unacceptable.
The throne cracked slightly beneath him.
A rare emotion surfaced.
Not fear of death.
Fear of losing identity.
Outside, in the corridor, Amitesh laughed lightly.
Inside—
Raktbeej's eyes opened fully for the first time.
Glowing deep crimson.
"Golden girl…"
His voice was ancient thunder beneath soil.
"If you continue tempering him…"
"You may forge the weapon that kills us both."
The mindscape trembled.
But he did not surge forward.
He did not attempt control.
He waited.
Because for the first time—
He was unsure who would win in the end.
And uncertainty…
Was something Raktbeej had not felt in centuries.
__
The darkness was quiet.
Too quiet.
Amitesh stood in the familiar void — no throne this time. No grand entrance.
Just the faint hum of something ancient breathing beneath the surface.
Then—
A ripple.
Crimson mist gathered.
Raktbeej emerged slowly, form more condensed than before. Less domineering.
Watching.
"Amitesh."
I didn't turn immediately.
"What."
A pause.
"Let us help each other."
I finally looked at him.
"…What?"
The fungal veins beneath us pulsed faintly.
Raktbeej's voice was steady. No mockery. No arrogance.
"Your survival increases my survival probability."
I folded my arms. "That's the most unromantic alliance proposal I've ever heard."
He ignored that.
"You grow faster when placed under extreme pressure."
"No kidding."
"The golden one accelerates that growth."
A faint image of Gauri's mana flickered between us — radiant, cutting, merciless.
"She is forging you."
I narrowed my eyes. "And that scares you."
Silence.
Not denial.
Not confirmation.
"…It concerns me."
There it is.
I stepped closer.
"So what's the plan? You suddenly become my mentor?"
Raktbeej's form shifted.
"I will not dominate you."
"Wow. Generous."
"But I will advise you."
The ground beneath us shifted into a map of glowing meridian lines — mine.
Some cracked.
Some unstable.
Some faintly intertwined with crimson threads.
"You are forcing adaptation without understanding structure."
He gestured.
One of the meridians brightened.
"If you redirect impact energy here before circulation…"
The line stabilized.
"…you reduce internal fracture by thirty-seven percent."
I stared.
"You could've told me that before."
"You were not ready to listen."
Fair.
I studied him carefully.
"Why now?"
Raktbeej's eyes glowed faintly.
"Because if you break completely, I die with you."
A beat.
"And if you grow beyond me…"
The sentence remained unfinished.
Ah.
So that's it.
He's not helping me out of kindness.
He's investing.
In a future where he isn't erased.
"You're afraid of being overwritten," I said quietly.
For the first time—
His aura flickered.
"You misunderstand."
"Do I?"
Silence stretched.
Then—
"I have existed for centuries. I have conquered minds stronger than yours."
He stepped closer.
"But you…"
A pulse.
"You adapt."
The void trembled slightly.
"You are not rejecting me."
"You are integrating me."
That word again.
Integration.
Not host and parasite.
Not master and vessel.
Something new.
And unpredictable.
I smirked slightly.
"So what? We become roommates?"
Raktbeej's voice lowered.
"We become… necessary to each other."
A tense stillness settled between us.
Outside, in the physical world, Amitesh's body continued walking beside Gauri as if nothing was happening.
Inside—
A negotiation that could reshape everything.
"Fine," I said.
"Conditions."
Raktbeej watched.
"No sudden takeovers."
"Agreed."
"No manipulating my emotions."
A faint pause.
"…Agreed."
"And if you ever try to control my body without permission—"
The crimson mist thinned slightly.
"You will what?"
I smiled.
"I'll let Gauri beat me again."
The entire mindscape pulsed sharply.
Raktbeej went completely still.
Then—
"…You are cruel."
I laughed.
"Now we're even."
A faint shift occurred.
Not dominance.
Not submission.
Alignment.
Very small.
Very fragile.
But real.
Raktbeej spoke again, quieter.
"There will be a battle soon."
"How do you know?"
"I feel it."
His gaze turned toward the edge of the void
"And next time…"
His voice deepened.
"Do not absorb everything blindly."
A glowing pattern appeared in the air.
A formation.
Complex.
Spore-like.
"This technique will allow you to channel excess impact into external discharge."
I studied it.
"…You're actually teaching me."
"For now."
The throne did not reform.
The darkness did not close.
He did not retreat completely.
Instead—
He remained.
Watching.
Calculating.
Investing.
Because survival…
Is the first rule of every ancient being.
Inside the mindscape, nothing exploded. No throne rose. No dramatic shift of power happened between them. What changed was much smaller than that.
It wasn't dominance. It wasn't submission either.
It was a quiet adjustment.
Raktbeej didn't kneel. Amitesh didn't bow. Neither trusted the other. But something practical had settled between them — a recognition that destroying each other would be inefficient.
Raktbeej studied him carefully.
"You misunderstand my intention," he said calmly. "I am not helping you out of goodwill. I am helping because your survival ensures mine. If you collapse under pressure, I vanish with you."
Amitesh crossed his arms. "So this is self-preservation."
"Yes."
"And if I grow stronger than you?"
Raktbeej's gaze sharpened slightly. "Then we will see what remains."
That was the closest thing to honesty Amitesh had ever heard from him.
The fungal veins beneath them shifted, forming a faint outline of Amitesh's meridian network. Several areas flickered unstable — places damaged during training.
"You are forcing evolution through trauma," Raktbeej continued. "I can reduce the damage if you allow it."
Amitesh narrowed his eyes. "And what do you get?"
"Time."
The answer came without hesitation.
Time to understand him.
Time to adapt.
Time to avoid being erased.
After a moment, Amitesh exhaled.
"Fine. But no sudden control attempts."
"I will not seize control unless you are dying."
"That's not comforting."
"It is truthful."
There was no grand pact. No magical seal. Just a reluctant understanding.
Outside, in the corridor, Amitesh continued walking beside Gauri as if nothing had changed. Inside, however, something subtle had shifted.
Raktbeej no longer felt like a lurking shadow waiting to strike.
He felt like a strategist calculating from the same side of the board.
Not a friend.
Not an ally.
But no longer purely an enemy.
And that made things far more complicated
___
At the evening where sunlight meets the moon light.
They were sitting on the half-broken terrace of the camp building. Night had settled in properly now. A weak lantern hung between them, attracting more insects than light.
Arjun was unusually quiet.
Which already felt suspicious.
Amitesh leaned back against the wall.
"Why do you look like someone stole your cultivation manual?"
Arjun didn't react to the joke.
Instead, he cleared his throat.
"Amitesh… can I tell you something serious?"
Oh no.
That tone.
"Sure," Amitesh said aloud.
Inside his head: This is going to be embarrassing. I can feel it.
Arjun stared at the dark sky for a few seconds before speaking.
"I've liked Kayaa since we were kids."
Amitesh blinked.
"…What?"
"I mean it. Since childhood."
We're starting with this? No build-up? Straight attack?
Arjun continued, warming up now that he had begun.
"We grew up in the same lane. Our houses were just two doors apart. When we were small, she used to cry because she couldn't climb the old mango tree near the temple."
Ah yes, Amitesh thought. Every great love story begins with agricultural trauma.
"So I learned how to climb it first," Arjun said, a faint smile appearing. "Then I would climb halfway and show her where to put her feet. She was scared of falling."
You were ten. Of course she was scared of falling. Gravity exists.
"But she never gave up," Arjun continued. "Even if she slipped, she'd try again."
Amitesh looked at him properly now.
There was no teasing in Arjun's expression. Just something soft. Something steady.
"She's always been like that," Arjun said quietly. "Stubborn. Brave in a small way."
Small way? Amitesh thought. She threw a brick at you in eighth grade.
Aloud he said, "Didn't she once hit you with a geometry box?"
Arjun coughed. "That was different."
Yes,Love hurts. Literally.
Arjun went on, "In middle school, some seniors tried to make fun of her because she spoke too bluntly. She didn't cry. She argued back. But I could tell she was shaken."
His fingers tightened slightly around the edge of the terrace.
"So I picked a fight with them the next day."
Amitesh stared.
"You got beaten up."
"…Yes."
Inside his mind: Idiot. Absolute idiot. Hero complex unlocked at age thirteen.
"But she brought me food when I was suspended," Arjun said, smiling faintly.
"She didn't say thank you. She just sat there and complained that I was stupid."
Amitesh shook his head slowly.
"And that's when you realized you were doomed."
Arjun laughed quietly. "Maybe."
The night breeze moved between them.
"I never told her," Arjun admitted. "Not properly. I always thought… there would be time. After exams. After college. After things became stable."
Ah yes, The classic 'after everything becomes perfect' strategy. Very reliable. History proves that.
"But now…" Arjun looked out toward the dark horizon beyond the camp walls.
"Nothing is stable. People turn into monsters overnight. We don't even know if tomorrow is guaranteed."
His voice dropped slightly.
"And I'm scared that if something happens to me… she'll never know."
That silenced Amitesh's internal sarcasm for a moment.
Then it came back weaker.
You dramatic fool…
Aloud, Amitesh said, "So what's the plan? Confess?"
Arjun hesitated. "I don't know."
Inside Amitesh's head: Of course you don't know. You climbed trees for her
but can't climb a conversation.
"She deserves someone better," Arjun added quietly.
There it is.
Amitesh rolled his eyes.
And now we enter self-pity mode. Fantastic.
"Better?" Amitesh said. "Like who?"
"I don't know. Someone stronger. Someone who can protect her."
You literally fought seniors for her. And you're still insecure?
Arjun looked at him seriously. "What if I'm not enough?"
Inside Amitesh's mind: Congratulations. You have unlocked universal male insecurity level one.
For a second, Amitesh considered mocking him.
Instead, he leaned back and sighed.
"You're an idiot."
Arjun frowned. "What?"
"You think she doesn't already know?"
"Know what?"
"That you like her."
Arjun froze.
Inside Amitesh's mind: Yes. Shock. Processing. System rebooting.
"You've liked her since childhood,"
Amitesh continued. "You fought for her. You hang around her like a loyal dog.
You glare at anyone who talks to her too long."
"I do not glare."
"You absolutely glare."
Arjun went quiet.
The lantern flickered.
"You're scared," Amitesh said more calmly now. "Not of rejection. Of change."
That hit.
Arjun didn't deny it.
Inside Amitesh's head: Wow. Look at me giving mature advice. Someone record this.
"If you confess, things might change," Amitesh continued. "If you don't, things will definitely change. Just without your input."
Arjun looked at him, surprised by the clarity.
"When did you become wise?" he asked.
I have a centuries-old fungal entity negotiating survival inside my brain. That does things to you.
Aloud he shrugged. "I'm not wise. I'm just tired of people waiting for perfect timing."
Arjun looked down at his hands.
"…Do you think she would say yes?"
Fifty-fifty. No data. Emotional variables unstable.
Aloud he said, "There's only one way to find out."
A long silence stretched between them.
Then Arjun nodded slowly.
"Okay."
Amitesh stood up.
"Good. And when she rejects you—"
"Why would you assume that?!"
"I'm preparing you mentally."
Inside his mind: Please don't mess this up. I don't have the emotional capacity to handle your heartbreak arc.
Arjun shook his head, half annoyed, half smiling.
"Thanks… I think."
Amitesh smirked slightly.
"Go climb the tree again, hero."
As Arjun walked away, determination replacing hesitation, Amitesh watched him.
Please let this work. I don't want to hear three months of 'bro she smiled at me today' analysis.
But beneath the sarcasm…
He respected it.
Because loving someone since childhood — and still being unsure — took a different kind of courage.
And Arjun, for all his awkwardness…
Had that much.