Shadow of My Heart

prologue

They call him Kaal—shadow, storm, reckoning. The city fears him; no one knows the man behind the name. Every move he makes is calculated, every silence a warning. Yet beneath the ruthless exterior, a flicker remains—a longing, a crack in the armor he never shows anyone.

unknown

I am Kaal… the storm that devours all… but you… you are the one I cannot destroy.”

She drifts through shadows, unseen and unbothered, every glance measured, every movement deliberate. And yet, when she senses him—the storm, the shadow, Kaal—watching, she feels it too: a dangerous, magnetic pull, a thread connecting them in a world where trust is weakness and love can be deadly.

unknown

I may appear gentle, but the night has its own rules… and I follow them all.”

unknown

She's the one thing my darkness couldn't swallow (darkly)

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And he’s the storm my heart learned to love.

unknown

Yet she became a shadow of my heart (softly)

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episode one

The city of Delhi breathed beneath the morning sun — loud, alive, and restless. Yet, beyond the chaos of horns and dust, one place remained untouched — the ancient Shiv temple nestled in the old lanes

The air inside was cool, the scent of sandalwood and marigold thick. Bells chimed softly as sunlight filtered through the stone carvings, casting golden patterns across the floor.

Draped in a black kurta, sleeves rolled neatly up to his forearms, his presence bent the air around him. He stood before Lord Shiva’s idol, pouring water over the lingam with a silent devotion that felt almost out of place for someone whose hands were known to stain in blood.

His voice, when it came, was calm… too calm.

MrityendraAgnivanshi(ml)

You said destruction is the path of creation , Mahadev. Then why does the world call me a sinner for doing what you once did?

The temple bells rang suddenly — a gust of wind blew through, making the flames tremble. The man didn’t move. His eyes — sharp, cold, and unreadable — lifted to the idol. A small smile touched his lips.

MrityendraAgnivanshi(ml)

Maybe they’ll understand one day… when I burn Delhi’s sins in your name.(calm voice)

A single rudraksha bracelet glimmered on his wrist, blood-red beneath the lamp’s light — his only sign of faith, and perhaps his only weakness.

MrityendraAgnivanshi(ml)

You destroyed once to restore balance, Mahadev. Why shouldn’t I?”(deep voice)

For an outsider, his words might sound like blasphemy. But for him, it was prayer.

Outside, the sound of anklets echoed — cautious, hesitant, soft

MrityendraAgnivanshi(ml)

You shouldn't be hesitant to come near me Jaan (soft voice)

From the dark corridor behind the sanctum, she appeared — dressed in a simple red saree, her eyes reflecting the glow of the temple flame. She didn’t speak, didn’t interrupt. She just watched him — the man who was her husband, her mystery, and her storm.

Mivara Mitryendra Agnivanshi (fl)

Mivara Mitryendra Agnivanshi (fl)

You pray like a saint (soft voice)

He turned then — slowly — eyes meeting hers, calm yet unreadable. A faint smile curved his lips.

MrityendraAgnivanshi(ml)

Even Mahadev held poison in his throat, patni. I just chose not to hide mine.(said softly)

Her eyes narrowed slightly, though affection hid beneath the concern.

Mivara Mitryendra Agnivanshi (fl)

And one day the poison might be harmful to you (innocent voice)

MrityendraAgnivanshi(ml)

then let it (softly)

MrityendraAgnivanshi(ml)

Because you’re the only reason I still kneel before a god.(whisper)

The temple bell rang suddenly — sharp and clear — as if punctuating his confession. She stepped closer, standing beside him before the deity. Together, they folded their hands. He looked ahead, she looked at him. Two opposites — destruction and peace — praying to the same god.

Outside, sunlight bathed the temple courtyard. Birds flew across the sky, the world unaware that Delhi’s most feared man and his silent queen were standing here — seeking blessings not for forgiveness, but for power, purpose, and the patience to hold back the storm inside them.

MrityendraAgnivanshi(ml)

come let's go 🫴

The temple bells faded behind them as they stepped out into the sunlight. Delhi’s noise returned — cars honking, pigeons fluttering, the scent of incense mixing with dust and marigold. A sleek black car waited near the temple steps, guarded by two men in black. The moment they saw him, they straightened — eyes down, silence sharp as air.

But he wasn’t looking at them. His gaze stayed fixed on her — the woman walking beside him, holding the edge of her saree, sunlight dancing on her face. He opened the car door himself — a gesture no one would’ve believed the infamous Kaal capable of.

MrityendraAgnivanshi(ml)

“Chalo, Jaan,” “Mandir ka sukoon aur duniya ka dard ek saath bardasht nahi hota.”(soft voice)

She smiled faintly, sitting inside. As the car rolled forward, the temple grew smaller in the rearview mirror. The silence between them was soft, unspoken — until she broke it with a teasing tone.

Mivara Mitryendra Agnivanshi (fl)

Aaj aapne sabke saamne mujhe jaan keh diya.”(teasing)

Mivara Mitryendra Agnivanshi (fl)

(You called me ‘jaan’ in front of everyone today.)

He smirked, eyes still on the road.

MrityendraAgnivanshi(ml)

So I don't hide the truth, pagli

Mivara Mitryendra Agnivanshi (fl)

"rolled her eyes* “Aur agar kisi ne sun liya to?”

He turned his head slightly, voice dipping low — steady, protective.

MrityendraAgnivanshi(ml)

“Toh sabko pata chal jaaye, meri Shakti kaun hai.”

Her laughter was soft, the kind that made even his heart forget how to stay stone. A moment later, he reached out — his fingers brushing hers.

MrityendraAgnivanshi(ml)

Without you the world feels incomplete (soft voice)

The car drove on through the crowded Delhi streets — a storm and a prayer sitting side by side.

Delhi — midnight again. The streets were empty, the city lights trembling under the weight of thunder. Inside an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts, the air reeked of fear and blood. The sound of a man’s scream tore through the silence — sharp, desperate, dying.

And then came his voice — calm, controlled, and cruel.

kaal

“Shiv ne bhi raavan ko mauka diya tha…” he said, rolling up his sleeves. “Main bhi de raha hoon — sach bol de.”

kaal

(Even Shiva gave Ravana a chance. I’m doing the same — speak the truth.)

The man tied to the chair shook his head, trembling, blood trailing down his jaw.

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“K-Kaal… mujhe kuch nahi pata…” Mahadev ka kasam

A faint smile curved Kaal’s lips — dangerous, emotionless.

kaal

Jhooth (lie)*dark voice*

kaal

Don't test my patience 🥶

He picked up a trishul-shaped knife from the table, the blade gleaming under a single hanging bulb.

kaal

He pressed the cold steel against the man’s neck — not hurried, not angry — just deliberate.

kaal

“Mujhe gussa tab aata hai jab log Bhagwan ka naam lekar dhokha dete hain.”🥶🥶🥶*dark voice* (I only get angry when people use God’s name to hide their deceit.)

Thunder rolled. The bulb flickered. And then — silence, followed by a single, muffled scream. Blood splattered across the concrete floor — forming a thin red line that reflected his face. He wiped his hand calmly, glancing toward his men.

kaal

Clear it up every thing should disappear before morning ❄️❄️

guards

Ok boss 😃

guards

*The one who loves to see the torture done by their boss*

He walked to the window, lighting a cigarette, the smoke curling around his face like mist. Outside, rain started to fall — slow and steady.

kaal

“Mahadev… tu bhi todta hai, main bhi.”(whisper) (Mahadev, you destroy… and so do I.)

Just then, his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen. “Jaan Calling.” For a brief second — just one heartbeat — the monster’s expression softened. He exhaled, answered the call.

MrityendraAgnivanshi(ml)

Haan jaan (gentle voice)

His voice suddenly gentle, worlds apart from the blood around him.

MrityendraAgnivanshi(ml)

“Kuch kaam tha… ab aa raha hoon ghar.” (Yes, my love. I had some work… I’m coming home now.)

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*he ended the call and stepped out into the rain.*

By day, a devotee. By night, Kaal — Mahadev’s shadow, walking the earth.

The black rain-soaked car pulled into the gates of their mansion. Outside, lightning split the sky; inside, the halls were quiet, almost eerily still. The scent of sandalwood lingered from the evening puja — a faint reminder of the peaceful temple hours. He stepped inside, dripping wet, coat clinging to his shoulders. His eyes were cold, scanning the room like a predator. She appeared at the staircase — Mivara, in a simple night kurti, hair damp from the rain. Her eyes instantly noticed the subtle bloodstains on his coat cuff.

Mivara Mitryendra Agnivanshi (fl)

Kya hua? (worried voice)

He didn’t reply immediately. Instead, he peeled off his coat, hung it with precise calm, and walked toward the living room, every movement controlled.

MrityendraAgnivanshi(ml)

Just some work (calm voice)

But she saw him — the tension in his jaw, the darkness in his eyes, the way his fingers tightened around the edge of the table.

Mivara Mitryendra Agnivanshi (fl)

Her hand brushed his sleeve, feeling both warmth and a chill she couldn’t place.

Mivara Mitryendra Agnivanshi (fl)

I am scared Rit

MrityendraAgnivanshi(ml)

*He cupped her face, eyes burning with both love and danger.*

MrityendraAgnivanshi(ml)

“Darr mat, Mivi. Jab tak main hoon… koi bhi tumhe chhoo nahi sakta.” (Don’t be afraid, . As long as I’m here… no one will touch you.)

For a heartbeat, the world outside disappeared. Inside their mansion — the storm raged, the city slept, and the man they called Kaal held both love and terror in his hands.

Mivara Mitryendra Agnivanshi (fl)

Do you want tea?

MrityendraAgnivanshi(ml)

Yup and sit with me

They moved toward the kitchen, side by side. Two worlds in one room — the ruthless shadow of night, and the soft warmth of love, entwined in silence that spoke louder than words.

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TBC

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episode 2

The morning sun poured into their mansion, golden light bouncing off polished floors and expensive furniture. The scent of fresh tea mixed with flowers from the courtyard.

Mrityendra sat at the breakfast table, his crisp white kurta slightly wrinkled and Mivara beside him looking at him

Suddenly loud shout was heard from outside

Before anyone could react, the main door slammed open with a force that shook the polished floor.

unknown

“Attention please! Bhai ka bada bhai aa gaya… jo Kaal ke bhi nerves hiladega!”

Everyone froze. And then, with a dramatic spin and a flourish, Parth strode in — sunglasses on, leather jacket shimmering, hair perfectly styled, grin impossibly wide.

Parth Agnivanshi/ml elder brother

“Dekh lo logon! Yeh sirf entry nahi… yeh EPIC SAGA ka TRAILER hai!” (Look everyone! This is not just an entry… this is the trailer of an epic saga!)

MrityendraAgnivanshi(ml)

Bhai how are you here?

Parth spun dramatically, arms wide, as if addressing an imaginary audience.

Parth Agnivanshi/ml elder brother

Kaise? Kaise? Main toh HERO ki tarah enter karna chahta tha… lekin bhai sahib ne drama already steal kar liya!” (How? How? I wanted to enter like a hero… but brother has already stolen all the drama!)

Mivara covered her mouth, trying not to laugh.

unknown

Bro you forgot me

Parth Agnivanshi/ml elder brother

Opps