Not far in the city Rain kept tapping the glass. Priya sat watching the News, with worry.
Krish landed hard on the balcony, one knee giving out. He grabbed his chest, breath sharp, uneven.
"Krishna?"
Priya's voice cracked the silence. She stepped out, phone still in her hand, then saw him properly.
Blood.
Dark. Real.
She ran..
"What—what happened?"
"You're bleeding. Krishna…." she immediately give him a hand.
He tried to say something. It didn't come. His mouth opened, no words came out. His eyes rolled once.
"Krish—!"
He went limp in her arms.
—
White lights.
The smell of antiseptic and old metal.
Krish's eyes fluttered open. The ceiling felt familiar before the pain did.
Lab.
His father's lab.
He turned his head slowly. His mask lay on the side table. Cracked. Burn marks along the edge. His suit hung from a stand near the wall, dark patches soaked through, stiff with dried blood.
He swallowed. His throat burned, he felt like he swallowed sand mixed with galss.
"Krishna?"
Priya was right there, sitting too close to the bed. Eyes red. Hair tied wrong. She leaned forward the second she saw him move.
"Easy. Don't— don't get up."
He ignored that. "Dadee?" His voice was rough.
"How's Dadee?"
She hesitated. Just for a second.
Before she could answer, footsteps.
Dr. Rohit Mehra walked in.
He looked just like him, but older. Straighter. Face carved from the same stone, just worn longer. He walked slowly
"She's fine," Rohit said. "Sleeping."
Rohit sat near his son's bed. He picked up a sealed glass tube from the table. Inside it— greyish clumps, breaking down, floating.
He held it up to the light.
"These," he said, calm but sharp, "came out of you."
Krish frowned.
"Decaying cells," Rohit continued. "Lungs. Neck tissue. Parts of your bloodstream tried to regenerate and failed. Your blood started patching itself. Clotting where it shouldn't."
Priya stared at the tube. "That means…?"
Rohit looked at his son. "It means your cells were dying. And so were you."
Silence fell heavy.
Rohit lowered the tube. "What were you doing?"
Priya turned to Krish, panic finally spilling over.
"Who did this to you? Who can even do this?"
Krish pushed himself up with a wince. Priya helped without thinking, hands firm now.
"It was him," Krish said. "The masked one."
Rohit's eyes sharpened.
"He hit me with something," Krish went on. "Didn't feel like poison. Didn't feel like radiation. Just— everything went weak. My mind felf off, it…it didn't work."
Priya shook her head. "That doesn't make sense. Nothing does that to you."
Rohit didn't answer her. He was watching Krish, really watching now.
"Start from the beginning," Rohit said.
So Krish did.
The chase.
The decoy.
The EMP.
The collision. .
The fight.
The gas.
The pain that felt like his body turning against itself.
When he finished, the room stayed quiet.
Priya's hands were clasped tight, knuckles white.
"Why would someone do this?" she whispered.
"Why not just— kill you?"
Rohit's gaze stayed fixed on the tube.
"Because," he said slowly, " He wasn't trying to kill him. "
He finally looked up..
"It was trying to prove something."
Krish met his father's eyes
"He knows,"Rohit said, stepping up a bit .
Both of them looked at him.
Rohit removed his glasses and asked Priya. "Then tell me. What's his biggest strength?"
Priya answered without thinking. "His energy reserves. The control."
Rohit paused mid-step. Nodded once. "That's one."
He turned back to them. "But his biggest strength— beyond reserves, beyond control— is his biofield. Bio field is a term where - ." And he pauses, and remembers something, and touches his glasses, and takes a deep breath.
They both waited.
Rohit looked at Priya, changing his words. "Every planet has one. Magnetic field. Gravitational field. Some strong some weak, they all have it. It shields the planet from solar flares, cosmic radiation, things that would kill the life in it"
He tapped the glass tube lightly.
"Krish has something similar. A biofield. It's not visible. It's not conscious. But it's always there. Primary defense. First layer. Almost impenetrable, his body defence is secondary."
Priya's eyes widened a little. "That's why most things don't work on him."
"Yes," Rohit said. "And whoever that man was— he knew this."
Krish shifted slightly on the bed.
"He used bio-electricity," Rohit went on. "Not to hurt you at first. To read you. To map the frequency of your field. And then— counter it. Neutralize it."
Rohit's voice stayed calm. That scared Priya more than if he'd shouted.
"Once your field dropped," Rohit said, "you were just… flesh. Strong flesh. But flesh non the less."
Priya swallowed..
"He didn't rush," Rohit continued. "He kept you off balance. Never let you take initiative. Never let you settle. That wasn't instinct. That was planning."
Rohit looked straight at Krish. "He planned this long before he met you."
Krish didn't answer.
"He knows your patterns," Rohit said. "Your reactions. When you attack. When you hesitate. If you had stopped him before he finished reading you— he'd be dead."
Rohit exhaled through his nose. "But you didn't."
Priya turned to Krish. "Then why didn't he kill you?" Her voice dropped. "Maybe he knows who you are. Maybe that's why… Sakshi…"
Rohit shook his head slowly. "If he wanted you dead, you wouldn't be here."
He lifted the tube again. "That gas was killing you from the inside. Cell by cell. That alone was enough."
He looked between them. "Maybe he didn't want to. Maybe he couldn't. Or maybe—"
He stopped.
"—he was angry."
Rohit's eyes went back to Krish. "What do you think?"
Krish stared at the ceiling for a moment. Then at his hands.
"I don't know," he said. "The suit blocked everything. I couldn't feel what was inside it."
Rohit shook his head once. "Not that."
He stepped closer. "Not who he was."
He leaned in slightly. "How did he feel?"
Krish closed his eyes. Thought.
"…Unsteady," he said slowly. "Like he wasn't fully in control. There were moments—"
His brow tightened.
"—moments where it felt like he didn't want to hit me. And then something pushed him. Like someone pulling a trigger inside him."
Rohit nodded. Once. Slow.
"That confirms it," he said..
Priya looked between them. "Confirms what?"
"Whoever was controlling that suit," Rohit said, "has a grudge against you."
Priya wanted to ask why, when she noticed Krishna lowered his head, she seemed to understand it.
He placed the tube down gently.
"And tonight, he proved something.".
Krish met his father's gaze.
"He proved," Rohit said, "that he can kill you."