The 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 As the departure for the tournament drew near, the atmosphere at the base was a mix of shock and excitement. Jay and the other Elite members watched as Rudra and Isha prepared themselves. "Sir, are you both really going to face them all alone?" Jay asked, his voice trembling slightly.
Isha gave him a confident smile. "We aren't just going there to participate, Jay. We are going there to win."
Nearby, the younger brothers, Sai and Jaswanth, were playing around. They tried to climb onto Rudra's broad shoulders, but they slipped and tumbled onto the grass, giggling uncontrollably. Rudra's sisters ran up to Isha, grabbing her hands. "Akka! Are you really ready for this? You look so cool!"
The youngest, Kamal, tugged at Rudra's sleeve. "Bava... why are you going to fight those scary people?"
Isha knelt down and pinched Kamal's cheek playfully. "If we win this fight, Kamal, we're going to bring back so many new toys for you! Do you want that?"
Kamal's eyes lit up like stars. "Yes! Win, Bava! Win!"
Rudra walked over to General Vishnu, his expression turning sharp and professional. "Sir, what is the time limit for the Captains' round?"
"The time limit is strictly 16 minutes, Rudra," the General replied. "You have to neutralize the Top 9 within that window."
Shiva gasped. "Only 16 minutes for 9 world-class Captains? How is that even possible, Sir?"
Rudra shared a knowing look with Isha. "You'll see the answer in exactly one month," he said mysteriously. To the outside world, the tournament was weeks away, but Rudra had a different plan.
Rudra and Isha entered his Secret Dimension, where time flowed differently. Weeks of training there would only be hours in the real world.
"Isha," Rudra said, his voice echoing in the void. "To defeat the Top 25 Vice-Captains, you need to master the Seven Chakra Skill. This will allow you to see the flow of an enemy's energy before they even move. You will know their attack before they even think of it."
As Isha sat in deep meditation, beginning to unlock the spiritual gateways within her body, Subash approached Rudra.
"Rudra! The skill you assigned to me... I've finally mastered it," Subash said, his aura vibrating with new strength.
Rudra nodded, pride swelling in his chest. His team was growing, his wife was becoming a goddess of war, and his own power was reaching its peak. The 16-minute challenge wasn't a threat—it was an appointmentOne month passed in the blink of an eye within the secret dimension. Isha had successfully awakened her Seven Chakra Skill, her eyes now shimmering with a mystical light. Rudra stood beside her, his presence more silent and terrifying than ever. They were ready.
The Grand Tournament took place in an External Dimension Stadium, a massive floating arena built for gods. As Rudra and Isha walked out, the air vibrated with the cheers of thousands. The Captains from Rank 2 to 10 and the 25 Vice-Captains were already there, looking down at the teenagers with disdain.
Suddenly, the Rank 5 Captain, Vijay Singh, stepped forward with a mocking laugh. "So, this is the boy who killed a lakh of demons? Fight me, young boy! Let's see if you're a hero or just a lucky brat!"
Vijay Singh was a monster—possessing Superhuman Strength, an 180 IQ, and a temper that stayed at Peak Anger.
"Fine," Rudra said coldly. "Let's start."
The battle exploded. Vijay Singh moved with terrifying speed, his punches cracking the very foundation of the stadium. But Rudra stayed calm, dodging every move. Just as they were locked in a fierce exchange, a Thunder Arrow suddenly tore through the sky, piercing straight through Vijay Singh's body!
The crowd gasped. Rudra froze. Standing at the edge of the arena was a Tier-1 Demon radiating a suffocating aura.
"My name is Varu," the demon hissed, his eyes locked on Rudra. "I don't care about your tournament. I only want to kill the one they call Rudra."
Before anyone could react, Rudra used his power to teleport the injured Vijay Singh to safety. Varu didn't wait; he summoned a Light Sword and moved at the speed of light. To the audience, they looked like a blur of loops and flashes.
But Varu was cunning. He knew he couldn't break Rudra's Void defense easily. He created a spatial loop, a mirage that messed with Rudra's senses. In that split second of confusion, Rudra saw a horrifying sight—Varu's shadow lunging at Isha.
"ISHA!" Rudra screamed.
In his mind, he saw the light blade slice through Isha. The sight of his wife "dying" shattered Rudra's concentration. His Void Armor broke.
Taking the opportunity, Varu plunged the Light Sword directly into Rudra's heart.
Blood sprayed across the arena. Isha lay motionless on the ground nearby. The "invincible" hero had fallen. The demon stood over him, laughing as the stadium fell into a deathly silence. Is this the end oThe air at the training camp was thick with excitement as the departure for the Grand RSS Tournament drew near. Jay and the other Elite 7 members watched as Rudra and Isha prepared themselves. "Sir, are you both really going to face all those top-tier Captains alone?" Jay asked, his voice filled with awe.
Isha gave him a confident, radiant smile. "We aren't just going there to participate, Jay. We are going there to win and show them the power of our squad."
Nearby, Rudra's younger brothers, Sai and Jaswanth, were looking at their big brother as if he were a living legend. To them, he wasn't a General or a demon-slayer; he was simply their hero. In their excitement, they tried to climb onto Rudra's broad shoulders simultaneously, but they lost their balance and tumbled onto the grass, giggling and smiling. Rudra chuckled, reached down to ruffle their hair, and helped them up with a soft, protective look in his eyes.
Isha's sisters also ran up to her, grabbing her hands excitedly. "Akka! Are you really ready? You look so powerful and cool!" they chirped, their eyes shining with pride for their sister.
The youngest of them all, Isha's little brother Kamal, tugged at Rudra's sleeve with an innocent, worried face. "Bava... why are you going to fight those scary people?"
Isha knelt down and playfully pinched Kamal's cheek. "If we win this fight, Kamal, we're going to bring back so many new toys for you! Do you want that?"
Kamal's eyes lit up like stars. "Yes! Win, Bava! Win for the toys!" he shouted, pumping his tiny fists in the air.
Rudra then walked over to General Vishnu, his expression shifting from a loving brother to a cold warrior. "Sir, what is the exact time limit for the Captains' round?"
"The time limit is strictly 16 minutes, Rudra," the General replied gravely. "In that window, you must neutralize all 9 world-class Captains."
Shiva gasped in disbelief. "Only 16 minutes for 9 elite Captains? How is that even humanly possible, Sir?"
Rudra shared a knowing, mysterious look with Isha. "You'll see the answer for yourself in exactly one month," he replied. To the outside world, the tournament was weeks away, but Rudra had a secret advantage.
Rudra and Isha entered his Secret Dimension, a place where time flowed much slower than the real world. Here, months of training would pass in just a few hours of reality.
"Isha," Rudra said, his voice echoing through the void. "To defeat the Top 25 Vice-Captains, you must master the Seven Chakra Skill. This ancient technique will allow you to see the flow of an enemy's energy. You will see how their power works before they even strike."
As Isha sat in deep meditation, beginning to unlock the spiritual gateways of the seven chakras within her body, Subash approached Rudra.
"Rudra! The skill you told me to learn... I have mastered it as you said," Subash reported, his aura vibrating with a new, intense strength.
Rudra nodded with satisfaction. His brothers believed in him, his wife was unlocking the powers of a goddess, and his team was ready for war. The 16-minute countdown had already begun in his mind.f the legend? with destiny.was invincible.