376,898 CE — Begining of the Itihassik War
प्रथमः अध्यायः — Chapter 1
Time:2327 hours
Date:July 22, 376,898 CE
Location:Himalayan Mountain Range, Bharat
In the dead of night, beneath a sky veiled in mystery, the Himalayan ranges of Bharat loomed—vast and ancient, guarding secrets predating memory. Revered as a spiritual sanctuary yet fiercely contested between Bharat and China, the mountains formed a colossal barrier of jagged peaks, each one whispering tales of forgotten wars and buried history.
A sleek dual-engine supersonic jet abruptly sliced through the dark canopy of mountains. Its thunder was swallowed by the vastness as it skimmed over a towering ridge. Once beyond the peaks, the aircraft engaged advanced cloaking technology, fading from radar and sight as though it had never existed.
Time:0003 hours
Location:Dhanushkodi, Tamil Nadu
Dhanushkodi—a ghost island since 1964, abandoned and erased from the world’s memory. The Bharatiya Coast Guard rarely patrolled its shores, leaving the desolate land undisturbed. Yet beneath its lifeless surface lay a secret hidden: an underground bunker concealed from sight.
Inside, the bunker resembled a highly advanced military command center. Within a restricted chamber, a man slowly stirred, awakening from a centuries-long Samadhi—a deep meditative state. The instant his eyes opened, a group of high-ranking officials entered and knelt before him.
“Congratulations on achieving Samadhi, Anuvrata,” a senior officer said, his voice filled with reverence.
Anuvrata appeared middle-aged, yet an ancient power radiated from him.“Are preparations complete?” he asked.
“Yes, sir. Preparations are complete, exactly as you specified. In two days, we will move the facility and base. Within a week, we will be ready to advance,” the general replied.
“Excellent,” Anuvrata said. “Proceed according to plan. Inform the other commands that Phase Two is ready to be executed.”
“Yes, sir.”
The officials withdrew, and the bunker erupted into controlled urgency—unaware that something far more dangerous was already drawing closer.
Time:0047 hours
Location:10 kilometers offshore from Dhanushkodi
The cloaked supersonic jet remerged, settling into a low hover above the sea. From its ventral cabin, twenty-one figures descended into the darkness. Night swallowed them whole, the world oblivious to the lethal force that had just descended.
Moments later, just outside the bunker’s perimeter—
“Garuda One reporting. Positioned outside the base and ready to initiate. Awaiting further directives.”
The leader’s voice flowed through the comms system.
“ Garuda Units stand by my command. Deploy projection devices. Switch armament to bows.”
The figures drew arrows from their quivers, preparing to act.
“Three… two… one.”
Twenty-one explosive arrows tore through the night, slamming into the bunker’s outer defenses. The impact sent fire, dust, and shattered concrete surging into the air as the perimeter was ripped apart.
“All Garuda, switch to swords. Prepare for close-quarters engagement. Sweep the bunker. Establish an eight-man perimeter.Leave no survivors. Garuda One, transmission out.”
Clad in black and red armor, each warrior marked with the emblem of the Garuda, the team surged forward. As if they were ghosts, moved with lethal precision, eliminating resistance as they advanced toward the command center.
Inside, Anuvrata stepped into view, his expression calm yet alert.
“What is the nature of this threat?”
The general, bloodied and shaken, answered grimly.“Sir, we are under attack. Garuda One has breached the perimeter and is advancing fast. You must evacuate immediately—we will keep a corridor open for your escape.”
The Garuda unit stormed deeper into the facility, overpowering the remaining enemy swiftly. Moments later, the general was dragged into their custody.
“Where is he?” Garuda One demanded.
The general didn’t utter a word—until the closed-circuit monitors confirmed Anuvrata’s escape.
“Anuvrata is heading for the surface. Prevent his escape,” Garuda One ordered.
They chased him into the night, but Anuvrata vanished into the darkness before they could close in.
“Garuda One, report status.”
“We are in pursuit of the target… but he has evaded capture.”
For a moment, only static answered.
Then a voice returned.“You have ten minutes to sanitize the area. Coast Guard units are inbound.”
“All teams begin search and seizure. Inventory and catalog the assets. Start sanitization—five minutes.”
Ten minutes later, the Coast Guard arrived to find nothing but a massive crater—evidence of a nuclear-grade detonation that had erased the bunker from existence.
High above, Garuda One transmitted,“Mission accomplished. Two packages secured. Returning to base.”
“Hold at Safe Zone Bhūgarbha. I will rendezvous with you there,” the commander replied.
The cloaked jet dissolved into the darkness.
Below, the Coast Guard stood in stunned disbelief, unable to offer any explanation. They prepared a report for higher command—mute witnesses to an encounter meant to leave no trace.
As the aircraft disappeared, a heavy stillness reclaimed Dhanushkodi. The island slipped back into its spectral quiet—no movement, no sound, as though death itself had swept across the land. Only the shaken Coast Guard personnel, speaking over their wireless channels, hinted that anything had happened at all. They did not understand what they had seen. They only knew they were required to submit a report that no one would fully grasp—and few would believe.
