Now Aditya had no heart to think about peoples. He had realized well that peoples are not going to get reformed ever. As citizens, such ruling… And that day Aditya killed his soul and became a criminal. Now peoples were scared of him and used to give respect to him. Police and politicians were friendly to him. And if sometimes he was sent to jail for file filling, he used to get all the luxuries there. Other side a few days was left in completion of Shivanand's imprisonment. Now he had become 50 years old. 15 years of imprisonment had been proved a boon for him. He had got the time to increase his mental, intellectual and spiritual power in these years. Now he has become a volcano inside. In these 15 years not a single day he had spent without remembering that small rebellious boy Aditya. God knows where he would be? What he would be? He didn't know that destiny was soon to meet him with Aditya. Once again Aditya is sent to jail for file filling. Coincidentally it was the same jail in which Shivanand was imprisoned. Aditya is given all the luxuries there. Aditya happens to see Shivanand and recognizes him. Aditya meets Shivanand and says that you destroyed your life for such peoples, who will never reform themselves. I too had destroyed my 14 years to walk on the path shown by you. What I got? Then I changed my path and I got everything. Shivanand takes a wet wood and asks Aditya to burn it. Aditya says that wet wood can't be burnt. Then Shivanand explains him that peoples have become wet wood. That's why you failed to burn them. And finally you chose the wrong path. To burn them we need volcanoes, who use to burn even the soil. Aditya makes fun of Shivanand that you will try again to reform people and you will be jailed again or killed this time. Shivanand says that he won't commit the mistake again, what he had committed 15 years back. He will fight his battle, he will continue his mission, but this time he won't become the hero, he will make the citizens heroes. If there is one hero, he can be ruined easily. But if whole citizens become the hero, then none can defeat them. This time I will fight behind the curtain, being secret. I need some youths in this mission. I need some youths whose wood would be dry and who can be made volcanoes. And the very first youth you are! Aditya refuses to join him. Shivanand says that soon he will join him. Anyway; Shivanad is freed from jail. Till now citizens, media and system have forgotten him. Shivanand is happy on this. He starts some business and soon becomes a rich man. Other side Aditya was keeping eye on Shivanand. Aditya assumes that Shivanand has become the part of corrupt system. But Aditya was wrong. In fact Shivanand was arranging wealth for his mission. And now the time had come to begin the mission. At first he had to find a group of revolutionary youths. Shivanand meets Aditya and asks him to join him. Aditya refuses because he believes that citizens cannot be reformed. Then Shivanand puts a condition ‘If I proved that citizens can be reformed, will you join me then?' Aditya agrees. Then Shivanand with different identity and face comes to live in the area, where peoples were scared of Aditya. Soon Shivanand makes relation of love and faith with the residents of that area. And gradually he starts sowing seeds of truth-bravery-unity in them. Shivanand explains to them that you are more than thousand, while Aditya and his goons are less then hundred. If you all become one, then Aditya and his goons won't dare to look at you with malicious eyes. Also police and system won't dare to do injustice with you. Gradually residents realize the truth in Shivanand's words and one day Aditya losses his command over that area. Even small kid of the area was not scared of Aditya and his goons. That day only Shivanand leaves the area quietly. None knows that who was he, from where he had come and to where he went off? This news is issued too much through the media worldwide. Certainly Shivanand's secret effort was behind this. World comes to know that how the residents of that area ended the hooliganism from their area with the power of truth-bravery-unity. And like jungle's fire, the world begins to follow the same spirit. Residents of different areas in the world get ready to end hooliganism using the power of truth-bravery-unity. NGOs and volunteers and organizations start this mission with new spirit. And goons of world get forced to stop hooliganism. They begin to do honest jobs and businesses. This incident makes politicians, business tycoons alert. They try a lot but fail to find out that who burnt this fire in the world. Other side Aditya was once again alone. He had become useless for politicians and business tycoons. Aditya was defeated by Shivanand. But he was joyous on his loss because by heart he wanted that peoples would get reformed. Aditya joins Shivanand. Continues...

Blythe Heart, a very normal name for a very normal girl, living on a very normal street in a very normal town. But she wasn't going to be a normal girl for long. When the vampire prince and his fellow best friends pop up into town, everything will go in a chaotic turn. But it seems it's more chaotic for Blyths who just happens to be in the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong people.

We perched precariously on the edge of his seats. Dust and the stuffy atmosphere of the room weighed in on us. Drenched in the truth of it all, I fixed my gaze on the great bookshelf across the other side of the room; a second skin to the wall. The tall sash windows streaming sunlight through that half of the library, splintering the shelf with solid shards of light: the collections of various works obscured. Their spines were dark emeralds, royal blues, and rich red wines. Gold embossed titles glittered sharply through the blocks of amber where disturbed motes spiralled: ghostly unsettled pools of spinning, lost particles. The solicitor cleared his throat. My attention snapped back to the cold reality of the room; and my dead uncle's affairs. In this moment, I saw the look of bewilderment on my cousins' faces, all directed at me. The leather upholstery of Uncle Barty's chair grew warm beneath me. “Did you hear me, Miss Devonshire? The entire estate?” I swallowed, my throat catching on the dust. The vastness of the room and circle of seething relatives suffocated me, as if someone was replacing the air with steam. Outside, I touched the lion's head. He lay on his belly in the entranceway, sightlessly surveying the gardens. A patch of moss had grown over his eyes. Lightly clutching his cheeks, I stared into his old grey face as if my uncle was in there somewhere; turned to stone by the coldness of our own family. Uncle Barty had always loved my thick, curly blonde hair. When I was little, Barty would to lift me up on to the lion's back and laugh at how I'd stolen his mane. I stood there, welling up, my forehead gently pressed against the lion's. The closest thing to our last hug. He was cold, and cooled my burning head, slowing its panicky buzzing. I let out a long-suppressed sigh and pulled myself up straight. As I walked back through the hall, turning left at the long corridor of rich silk wallpaper, I heard raised voices. I thought of the lion and walk faster, stalking, gathering pace, taking deeper strides; until I pushed past the big oak doors into the library. It fell into a stony silence. “Ah, Miss Devonshire, you're back. Would you like some water? I've poured you a glass. It must be quite a shock, understandably, but Bartholomew always did say that you were-” “She coerced him. You made him write that, Cassie. You used your smile and tossed your hair about like you always do, and guilt tripped him into leaving you all this. Why would he choose you over his own children, fucking hell?” my cousin burst out, the one who flew in yesterday from halfway across the world. Not a moment too late to hear the will. “Michael,” I began, not knowing if I could finish without cracking. “Michael, when was the last time you saw him? Any of you?” Another silence. “Checked up on him?” Nothing. “You're his own children and you couldn't even pick up the phone, could you? He loved you and you just did nothing!” I choked, frustrated by how emotional I sounded when I wanted to roar in their faces. Michael and his sisters twitched in their seats, dry-eyed. Taking a sip of water, I seethed at how they had left their last living parent to die, alone. Michael sunning himself into a thick leathery tan out on a veranda; Judith and Suzanne blissfully spending their trust funds. I would have done anything to see mine again, to embrace them and feel their warmth on my skin, just one last time. The years I had taken to contemplate how precious each particle of my parents had been; from a hazy, half-forgotten vision of an idyllic childhood together. Soon, the Pride dispersed. I climbed on the lion's back and watched them leave our kingdom. They stepped into lined up cabs and trailed away, ant-like. Going on to God knows where; the solicitor too.