After the fall from heaven, a scream echoed through the darkness.
In a dimly lit room, tucked in a corner of a hospital, a child was born.
In the child's eyes, there was a deep light; on his face, a silent pride.
But now… he was just a baby.
Someone had left him behind.
Alone, abandoned, in an unfamiliar world.
That newborn… was Shiva.
He remembered nothing—
Not the heavens, not his meditation, not his immense power.
All he felt was a profound emptiness.
Perhaps that is the true essence of being human.
Suddenly, the baby began to cry.
But this was no ordinary cry—
It carried questions, pain, and a strange sense of hurt.
That cry shook the silence of the hospital.
At that very moment, a wealthy couple arrived at the hospital—Arindam Sen and his wife, Meena Sen.
They belonged to one of the most influential families in the country, blessed with both wealth and compassion.
Meena looked at the baby, and her heart trembled.
"Such a beautiful boy! But where is his mother?" she asked.
The doctor shook his head.
"No one came after the birth. No name, no identity. We don't know who left him."
Meena gently picked up the child.
In his eyes, it was as if the mysteries of the universe swirled.
A strange peace spread through her heart.
"We want to take him with us," Arindam said.
"If his family comes looking, let us know. But for now, he needs safety and love."
The doctors agreed. The couple was known for both their status and sincerity.
That very evening, the child was given a new identity—
He was named "Aastha."
Aastha Sen.
The infant Shiva, now a human child, was stepping into a new life in a noble family.
But fate's shadow would not leave him.
Because he was not just a child—
He was that power—
The one who knows how to destroy.
And now, he must learn how to preserve—
To love, to connect, and to take responsibility.