The school bus tore through the outskirts of Delhi like a wounded beast.
Its yellow frame rattled violently as it sped across the industrial road, children's terrified cries echoing inside.
Outside, a black SUV moved alongside it with terrifying precision.
Inside that SUV sat a man whose calm was far more frightening than rage.
Aryan Rathore.
His sharp eyes remained fixed on the bus.
Every movement inside.
Every hijacker's position.
Every child's seat.
All of it reflected clearly on the drone feed mounted beside his dashboard.
Aarohi was in the second row.
Kabir Kapoor and Riya Kapoor were close by.
The hijackers were armed with assault rifles.
Three inside.
Possibly more waiting at the destination.
Aryan exhaled slowly.
His fingers brushed the black leather bracelet on his wrist.
A gift from the mysterious cultivator he had met two years ago in the Himalayas.
A relic that helped him control the flow of prana inside his body.
A cold energy began to circulate through his veins.
His pulse slowed.
The world around him seemed to move in slow motion.
This was the power his master had once called—
Demon Hunter State.
A state where body, mind, and spirit moved as one.
The phone on his dashboard buzzed.
It was his father, General Vikram Rathore.
Aryan answered through Bluetooth.
"Status?"
"Bus intercepted," Aryan said calmly.
There was a pause.
Then his father's voice turned sharp.
"Aarohi is inside."
"I know."
"Backup is on the way."
Aryan's gaze darkened.
"Too slow."
Before the general could respond, Aryan cut the line.
His foot slammed harder on the accelerator.
The SUV surged forward.
Inside the bus, the hijackers had started losing control.
One of the masked men cursed as he looked out the window.
"He's still there!"
The driver growled.
"Shake him off!"
The bus swerved sharply.
Children screamed.
Several nearly fell from their seats.
A small girl began sobbing loudly.
Riya quickly pulled her into her arms.
"It's okay… it's okay…"
Kabir clenched his fists.
Beside him, Aarohi stared out the window.
Her heartbeat raced.
But her faith never wavered.
She whispered softly,
"Come on, Bhaiya…"
The hijacker near the front laughed coldly.
"Even your hero brother can't stop bullets."
Aarohi slowly looked up.
Her eyes were steady.
"You don't know him."
The man smirked.
"Oh?"
Her lips curved into the faintest smile.
"He doesn't stop bullets."
Pause.
"He catches them."
The hijacker laughed loudly.
Kabir stared at her in disbelief.
"What?"
Before Aarohi could answer—
BANG!
The rear window shattered.
A metal grappling hook slammed onto the bus frame.
The hijackers froze.
The children gasped.
Outside, Aryan had moved.
The SUV now raced dangerously close to the bus.
Wind roared past.
Without hesitation, Aryan opened the driver's door while the vehicle was still moving.
He stepped onto the side rail.
One hand gripped the grappling cable.
His body leaned into the storming wind.
For any ordinary human, this was suicide.
For Aryan—
It was routine.
Prana surged through his muscles.
His body became lighter.
Sharper.
Faster.
He leapt.
The distance between the SUV and the bus vanished beneath him.
His boots landed against the side of the bus with a metallic clang.
Inside, one hijacker shouted,
"He's on the bus!"
The driver immediately fired through the shattered rear window.
BANG! BANG! BANG! G!
Three bullets were shot toward Aryan.
The children screamed.
Kabir's face went pale.
But what happened next froze everyone in disbelief.
Aryan's right hand moved.
Too fast for the eye to follow.
The air around him seemed to ripple.
A faint silver aura shimmered around his fingers.
One bullet stopped inches from his face.
Another spun harmlessly away.
The third—
He caught it.
Between two fingers.
Silence.
Absolute silence.
The hijacker's rifle trembled in his hands.
Kabir's mouth fell open.
Riya stared in shock.
Aarohi simply smiled.
"I told you."
Aryan looked at the bullet between his fingers.
Then, at the hijacker.
His voice was colder than death.
"You fired inside a bus full of children."
The hijacker stumbled back.
"W-what are you?"
Aryan's eyes gleamed like dark steel.
"Your nightmare."
With one brutal movement, he tore open the emergency door and entered the bus.
Chaos erupted.
The first hijacker rushed at him with a rifle.
Aryan sidestepped.
A sharp elbow crashed into the man's throat.
The hijacker collapsed instantly.
The second was charged with a knife.
Aryan twisted his wrist mid-strike and disarmed him.
A kick to the ribs.
A punch to the jaw.
The man slammed into the seats.
The children stared wide-eyed.
This was no ordinary police officer.
This was a force of nature.
The third hijacker, the driver, pulled out a handgun and aimed directly at Riya.
"Stop or the girl dies!"
Kabir instantly moved in front of his sister.
"No!"
Aryan's expression changed.
The temperature inside the bus seemed to drop.
A terrifying pressure filled the air.
Even the hijacker holding the gun began sweating.
Aryan took one step forward.
Then another.
Each step carried the weight of death.
"Move back!" the hijacker shouted.
His finger pulled the trigger.
BANG!
The bullet shot toward Kabir.
Aryan vanished.
No—
He moved too fast to be seen.
The next moment, he stood directly in front of Kabir.
His palm was raised.
The bullet stopped against his hand.
A faint silver glow flickered around his fingers.
Then it dropped harmlessly to the floor.
The hijacker's face turned white.
Aryan's voice was barely above a whisper.
"You aimed at children."
His fist moved.
One punch.
The driver was thrown through the front glass.
The bus screeched violently before coming to a halt.
Outside, police sirens finally arrived.
But the battle was already over.
Inside the bus, stunned silence remained.
Then suddenly—
"JIJU!"
Kabir shouted without thinking.
The entire bus turned toward him.
Riya burst into laughter despite the chaos.
Aarohi covered her mouth, trying not to laugh.
Aryan slowly turned.
One eyebrow lifted.
Kabir froze.
His face turned red.
"I-I mean, sir…"
Aryan stared for a second.
Then, to everyone's shock—
He smiled.
A dangerous, amused smile.
"Too early for that title."
The children around them began laughing.
The fear broke.
Tears turned into relief.
Police officers stormed in moments later, only to find all hijackers unconscious.
One senior officer whispered in awe,
"He did it alone… again."
Aryan turned toward Aarohi.
His expression softened instantly.
"Are you hurt?"
She shook her head and hugged him tightly.
Kabir and Riya looked at him with shining eyes.
For them, this was no longer just a supercop.
This was a hero.
And somewhere deep in fate's unseen threads—
A bond had already begun forming.
One that would soon lead him to the cold woman who owned their hearts.
The one who didn't yet know—
Her destiny had already arrived.