Aarav took a step forward. Wherever he walked, the flames followed him. “You don’t control fire,...

Aarav took a step forward. Wherever he walked, the flames followed him. “You don’t control fire,” Aarav said quietly. “You suffer from it.” With a single motion of his hand, the fire abandoned the villain. The flames died. The man collapsed onto the stone steps, powerless and afraid. Silence returned to the ghat. The crowd stared. Aarav stood alone, surrounded by fading embers, his hands trembling—not from power, but from fear. “What am I?” he whispered. The fire slowly disappeared