Everything changed after Master died.
I had seen it coming—I warned him. But he just smiled and said, "Rudra, I taught you how to see the future. Do you really think I wouldn't see something that serious coming?"
But he didn't. He missed it.
Back then, everything was under control. Our control. The company we built together—"Future Deciders"—was dominating the market. Controlling Every big shot. Every Politician. Every step calculated, every move foreseen.
And yet... he died.
Who killed him?That question kept echoing in my head. I cursed my blood-filled eyes that couldn't even see my own killer now.
"Does it even matter?" I thought bitterly. This time, I'm the target. And whoever this bastard is... I can't see them. My eyes - Useless.
"So, Mr Rudra… didn't you see your future?"
The assailant laughed—loud, mocking.
"Didn't you always say, 'I decide others' fate. No one decides mine' 'MY WAY OR HIGHWAY'?"
He stepped closer.
"And now? Look at you… breathing only because I allow it."
That phrase... 'MY WAY OR HIGHWAY' Only a handful know these words. Only my inner circle.Is he one of mine?No—impossible.But the thought clawed at me.
"Who... arguss... yaa—" I tried to speak, but blood filled my mouth.
Me. The so-called Future Decider, reduced to this—unable to spit out a single sentence.Pathetic.I cursed myself.
The man crouched. "What's wrong, Rudra? Can't see me? Can't even recognise my voice?"He chuckled. "Did my boys hit you that hard? Have your senses just... given up?"
I smirked. That hit something.
Plural.
So... they're more than one.Who are they?Why go this far?What did I do to piss them off this badly?
Not a short list, honestly.
I've burned dreams. Buried rivals. Crushed families. Manipulated futures for profit, for fun, for power.But still... who is this?
Who got close—so close—without me seeing it?Whose mask did I fail to see behind?
"SNAKE!" I roared, blood exploding out of my throat like vomit. It spilled down my chin, warm and thick. My voice cracked mid-scream.
The bastard flinched.
Ah. So I struck the truth. He is definitely one of my own, but WHO?
"You Fucking bastard" he roared and kicked me on the worst place on little Rudra. I curled up in a ball trying to process the pain.
"Hahaha.... Did You still not get it Boss," the voice said, darker now, heavier. "You are definitely not as smart as everyone gives you credit for, boss."
He stepped forward—his boots splashing in the pool of my blood. His face still not visible.But his steps are steady so he is not one of the old ones. And he definitely do not flinch before hitting me means he has done it before. But I never had goons under me.
"You... were the last piece," he said. With pure satisfaction
I tried to push myself up. My arms trembled. My body felt like it belonged to someone else—numb, broken, dying.
"You built something great, Rudra," he continued. "But you forgot one thing—every king eventually becomes a tyrant. And every tyrant eventually gets stabbed by someone they trusted and this time its HIGHWAY for you RUDRA."
He knelt beside me, leaned close. I could smell the blood on his coat. My blood.
"You didn't see me coming," he whispered. "And that's your sin. You relied too much on those damn eyes. You saw everyone else's future but forgot to check your own."
He's right.I got arrogant.I thought I was untouchable.
I coughed, hard. Blood sprayed again. My vision blurred, the edges blackening like burnt paper.
"Kill me, then," I muttered, choking on my own words. "But don't... think this is over."
The figure tilted his head. "It's over for you. Isn't that what matters?"
I smiled, just a little. My lips stung from the split skin.
"You can kill the body, But not Rudra. I'm not just flesh not any flesh I am RUDRA. I will come for you snake" I mumbled with all the strength I had then
He looked confused for a moment. Good.
"And when I bite back..." I paused, forced one last breath into my collapsing lungs, "...I'll tear you limb from limb and i will start with your that leg which you used to hit me. I'll pay you back—Snake I owe you one now."
"And remember SOME DEBTS CAN ONLY BE PAID IN BLOOD" I said.
His eyes narrowed.
I fell silent. The last breath slipped out of my body like smoke from a dying candle.
"What is this what is this blinding light" I fluttered my eyes wide.
There stood a semi black fellow with some grey powder type make up.
"Who are you, am I dead are you the messenger of death." I said to the figure
"NO, I am Aghori" he said
'Aghori aren't they from India did he also die and am I now in his company after death'
"You are not dead Rudra" He said