In a quiet small settlement in a forest , a little boy wearing a white dress stood near an open training field.
He watched with wide eyes as his grandfather trained his father and another neighbor in the art of sword-swinging.
Curious, the boy asked,
"Grandfather, why do we swing the sword?"
Smiling warmly, the grandfather bent down and picked the boy up into his arms.
He carried him into a hidden cave nearby inside, resting upon an ancient pedestal, was a sword radiating a soft, glowing orange light.
The boy's eyes widened, enchanted by the gentle, powerful aura of the weapon.
The grandfather said gently,
"Surya, it's our duty and legacy — to swing the sword and fight against those who commit mistakes."
Little Surya, still staring at the sword, asked innocently,
"But... what if someone realizes their mistake?"
Before the grandfather could answer, a young man from outside called out with excitement,
"Master! They're back from the city!"
Joy filled the old man's face.
He turned to Surya and said with a twinkle in his eyes,
"Come, Surya. It's the first time for you. Let me introduce you to them."
They walked outside.
A car rolled to a stop at the edge of the village square.
Surya, peeking from behind his grandfather, witnessed a scene he had never seen before
A woman laughing joyfully as she carefully carried a baby boy in her arms.
Nearby, an elderly village woman pinched the cheeks of a girl a little older than Surya, saying lovingly,
"Finally you remember your birthplace, my cute little princess!"
Surya then noticed something else standing with calm dignity was a young man dressed in a white robe, wearing spectacles.
His presence radiated a gentle, serene light that made the air feel different.
Mesmerized, Surya tugged at his grandfather's robe and asked,
"Grandfather... why does everyone look so happy?"
The old man gently patted Surya's head and asked back,
"Before answering, tell me, Surya — are you happy or sad seeing this?"
Surya thought deeply, then said,
"I'm... not happy or sad. But it's beautiful.
The sword... the woman holding the little baby...
the village elder pinching the girl...
the laughs filling our village...
and that man wearing the white robe with spectacles...
it all feels so beautiful, just like the orange sword."
Hearing this, the grandfather smiled with great pride.
He said warmly,
"Surya, you just reminded me of the one and only student who I was proud to teach.
Just like him, you too are an admirer of both sword and love."
Little Surya pouted and replied,
"Grandfather, why do you always compare me to him instead of my father?
Also... love? What is it?"
The old man Süravarhna laughed heartily,
"Since you admire both sword and love, Surya, you will understand it... when you grow up."
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The little boy, Surya, hid behind a pillar, curiously watching a gathering.
This time, he saw his grandfather talking with a man dressed in a white robe, accompanied by three youthful men.
His grandfather smiled and said,
"I heard... the current head of the Veerendra family has been blessed with a new son."
The man in the white robe teased with a light laugh,
"Yes, yes, Master. In this generation, only he has been blessed with two sons including with his newly born little one.
But honestly, I don't know when this two stubborn ones , the scary-faced Rathore and this timid Aditya will have children."
Surya watched the men laugh together, a rare, pure moment of friendship.
He murmured softly to himself,
"It's beautiful..."
Later, Surya witnessed a friendly sparring match between his own father and the only student of his grandfather.
As they crossed swords gracefully, Surya stared wide-eyed, the sunlight catching the glint of their blades.
Once again, he whispered,
"It's beautiful..."
However, Surya also witnessed his father lose not even lasting a few minutes.
Unable to hold himself back, the small Surya grabbed a wooden sword, ran onto the field, and challenged the man.
"Fight me! I want to feel the weight of your sword!"
Laughing warmly, the man accepted.
With incredible gentleness, he used only the blunt side of his sword and knocked Surya down carefully in one move.
As he lay on the ground looking up at the man, Surya whispered again with a smile,
"It's beautiful..."
The man turned toward the old master and said,
"Master, looks like your only student no, my only best friend has become the teacher of young Surya."
The old master nodded proudly, his eyes filled with emotion.
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Many days later,
Surya saw that same man once again — but now he stood without his white robe and spectacles, looking fiercer, more determined.
His voice echoed across the gathering of people:
"To avoid the coming apocalypse... under the name of Project-M... let's regroup."
Surya witnessed his determination and, once more, murmured,
"It's beautiful..."
---
Years passed.
A now-older Surya, still training, swung his sword with persistence and boredom.
One day, he noticed a group of new recruits wearing blindfolds as part of their training.
Among them were two newcomers, their closeness immediately obvious.
Checking their profiles, Surya muttered,
"New members assigned to Project-M... Rohit and Isha."
Suddenly, Aditya appeared beside him, smiling knowingly.
"What makes you so curious about these members, Surya?"
Without hesitation, Surya replied,
"Their closeness. It's beautiful — the bond they share even through hardship."
Aditya laughed heartily.
"It's been many years since I heard you say those words.
You truly are the admirer of sword and love."
---
A few weeks later,
Surya stood before Aditya, holding a profile sheet — this time of a certain girl: Anaya.
Aditya asked him seriously,
"Surya, you must become the hidden trump card of Operation SBS."
Surya smiled brightly, holding the profile close to his heart.
"Since I am to act as the hidden trump card...
for this mission, I will act not just as Surya the one who admiries the sword . but as Teja, who admires the beauty of love itself."
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Present Day .
The youth with the guitar, now Teja, smiled warmly as he lifted Ayaan up from the ground.
Ayaan stood, brushing off the dust.
Dev grumbled,
"We're sorry, but seriously — why the hell did you knock him down and then lift him back up like that?"
Ayaan replied gently,
"It's okay, Dev. Really."
Suddenly, from a group of four girls nearby, a bag fell down.
A girl rushed over —
it was Anaya.
Without hesitation, Anaya pushed Teja aside and began dusting off Ayaan's shirt.
She exclaimed with worry,
"Ayaan! Are you okay?"
Ayaan smiled shyly and replied,
"It's okay, Anaya..."
Anaya, realizing her own anger, turned to Teja, grabbing his collar slightly,
"Who the hell are you?!"
Fixing his jacket calmly, Teja smiled and introduced himself:
"My name is Teja — the admirer of the beauty of love."