Rudra slowly opened his eyes, the sterile smell of the hospital room filling his senses. The first thing he saw was Isha, sitting right in front of him, her eyes tired from watching over him.
"Hi, Isha," Rudra whispered with a weak smile. Before she could say anything, he pulled her into a warm hug. For a moment, the war and the demons didn't exist—it was just the two of them.
Suddenly, the door burst open. The Elite 7 members, who had been peeking from the outside like curious kids, rushed in.
"Sir! Please, you must give us training!" they shouted in unison.
Rudra looked at them, surprised. "Is it really that important to you?"
"YES, SIR!" they roared.
Rudra sighed and sat up. "Fine. But first, tell me your names."
One by one, they stepped forward with pride:
"Sir, my name is Shiva!"
"Sir, I am Lakshmi!"
"Sir, my name is Jay!"
"Sir, I am Veer!"
"Sir, my name is Ram!"
"Sir, I am Sita!"
"Sir, my name is Balu!"
Rudra nodded. "And how old are you all?"
"We are all 19 years old, Sir!" Jay replied. Then he hesitated and asked, "Sir, if you don't mind... what is your and Madam's age?"
"We are both 17," Isha replied with a playful smile.
The room went silent. 19-year-old elites being trained by a 17-year-old! Jay scratched his head and asked the big question: "Wait... in 17, are you both... married?"
Isha blushed but stood her ground. "You are right. We are."
The Elite 7 looked at each other in pure awe. Their General wasn't just a god-level warrior; he was already a married man at 17! Their respect for him went through the roof. "We want to be strong for the next storm, Sir! Please teach us!"
Rudra's expression turned serious. "The next war won't be like the last one. If you want to survive, you need to move faster than the wind."
Rudra tapped his fingers together, and a glow emanated from his hands. "I am granting you a sub-skill of my Void power: [Junior Teleportation]. It won't let you cross galaxies, but you can dodge any attack in the blink of an eye."
The Elite 7 felt a strange energy surge through their bodies. They looked at their hands, shocked. "ThankOn the training grounds, the Elite 7 were sweating as they practiced their new [Junior Teleportation] skill. Isha stood by, watching them carefully.
"Rudra, are there any side effects to this teleportation?" she asked with concern.
"No, Isha," Rudra replied, checking his gear. "Their bodies are strong enough to handle the spatial jump. They just need to master the timing." Suddenly, a notification flashed on Rudra's device. It was a summons from the General.
"I have to go to the meeting. Keep an eye on them, Isha," Rudra said before heading toward the headquarters.
As soon as Rudra left, the Elite 7 huddled around Isha. Their curiosity was killing them. "Ma'am," Jay whispered, "Is it true? Is yours a love marriage?"
Isha's face turned a soft shade of pink, but she smiled brightly. "Yes. I've loved Rudra for a long time. There is no one like him." The team looked at her with pure admiration; they realized that behind the world's strongest teenager was a bond just as strong.
Meanwhile, in the General's office, a high-level briefing was underway. Representatives from over 1,959 RSS groups were linked in via video or present in person. The air was thick with skepticism. "Can a boy really kill 100,000 demons alone?" they whispered.
Rudra entered the room and gave a respectful "Namaste." For the first time, the top leaders of the nation saw the hero of the barrage. A high-ranking officer from the Delhi RSS unit stood up.
"Rudra, your talent is wasted in a small branch. We want you to lead an entire high-tier RSS army in the capital. What do you say?"
The room went silent. It was an offer most would die for. But Rudra didn't hesitate. "I am honored, Sir. But my General is incredibly powerful, and I still have much to learn under him. Besides, I have no experience leading an entire army. I'd rather grow here, with my team."
The leaders were stunned by his humility. They expected an arrogant brat, but they found a disciplined soldier. They let him go, but his name was now permanently etched in their minds.
Returning to the training ground, Rudra took a moment for himself. He entered his Nightmare Dimension and opened the ancient Book of Tantras. He needed a skill that could wipe out an entire battlefield in seconds.
His eyes stopped on a page that radiated dark energy: [Skill: Black Hole Control].
"Void energy to trap them... and a Black Hole to erase them," Rudra muttered. "The perfect duo."
After hours of mental training, he returned to the physical world. The Elite 7 were exhausted but improving. Suddenly, a young man named Surya ran up to them. He looked determined.
"Rudra! I've seen what you can do. I want to be part of your squad, 'Kala-Agna'. Please, let me join!"
Rudra looked into Surya's eyes and saw a flickering flame of untapped potential. "Welcome to the team, Surya," Rudra said, shaking his hand. "Prepare yourself. The trainThe moonlight filtered through the window as Rudra and Isha were finally alone in their room. The tension of the war had faded, replaced by a deep, longing silence.
"Rudra..." Isha whispered, her eyes searching his. "Can we... kiss again?"
Rudra didn't say a word. He pulled her close, and they shared a deep, passionate kiss. For a moment, time stood still. Rudra eventually rested his head on Isha's lap, feeling the comfort he had missed for so long.
Isha stroked his hair softly and leaned down to his ear. "What about our first night, Rudra? We never truly got to celebrate it."
Rudra looked up, his eyes dark with desire. "Then let's continue it now."
As the air grew heavy with romance, Isha began to adjust her saree, and Rudra started to remove his shirt. But just as the world outside vanished, a loud, persistent ring echoed from the doorbell.
Ding-Dong!
"Who could it be at this hour?!" Rudra groaned, frustrated.
They quickly straightened their clothes and opened the door to find General Vishnu standing there, looking serious. "Sorry to disturb you both, but this couldn't wait. The RSS Inter-Group Tournament has been announced."
The General explained that this was a classic battle between the Captains and Vice-Captains of all RSS groups. "If we win this, our branch will become the highest-supported group in the entire RSS organization. But it won't be easy. The other 1,959 teams want to see if your power is real or just a rumor."
"The rules are simple," the General continued. "It's a 1 vs 1 knockout first. Rudra, you will fight the Top 9 Captains. Isha, you will face the Top 25 Vice-Captains. The second round will be 2 vs 2—you and Isha fighting together."
Rudra took a deep breath. "We accept, Sir."
The next morning, the entire RSS headquarters was buzzing. Thousands of soldiers were talking about the "Teenage Couple" who claimed to have killed a lakh of demons. Rudra's full team of 14 members (Elite 7 + Surya + others) rushed to them.
"Sir! Ma'am! Is it true? Are you both really fighting the Top 9 and Top 25?" Surya asked, his eyes wide.
"It's true," Isha said, her voice filled with newfound confidence. "And we aren't just fighting. We are going to win."
Rudra stood beside her, his hand gripping the hilt of Jay Kala. The tournament was not just a test of strength; it was the stage where the world would finally realize that the "Kala-Agna" squad was invincible.ing starts now." you, Sir! We are ready