If You're Hero, I'll be your Heroine!

Emotional Reunion

When he heard Anyaan address him by his late father's name, Mihir was stunned and confused at the same time.

"How could a heartless traitor like you know my father, who was an epitome of kindness and virtue?" he asked.

"Oh, so you are Vipin's son," said Anyaan. "He and I were high school rivals. He used to look exactly like you do now. He always treated me like I was trash. My ideas were brilliant and could've taken over the world! But Vipin, being the Emperor Ashoka that he was, branded my ideas as anti-humane and useless! That's why, to seek revenge, I sent killers to kill him, eighteen years ago. But never did I know that he had a heir who looked just like him! I should've asked them to kill you too! And using his money, I funded my research."

Mihir had a mixed bag of sadness and anger. This guy was the reason why he was orphaned, and he hit him with all his might, leading to Anyaan heavily bleeding from the forehead.

"You know what's the difference between you and me?" he asked.

Anyaan didn't reply and looked at him obnoxiously.

"Anyaan, my father named me Mihir, which means the sun, and I will dispell your darkness of crimes with the rays of law! The sun will never let darkness take over it."

He landed another punch on him, making him unconscious and bleed more.

"You," he said to Paraasta. "Where have you kept Leela and Shekhar Dixit? Don't try to act smart. Tell me quick."

Paraasta had no other option. She pointed towards the room where they had been imprisoned.

Ensuring that she was firmly tied to the pillar with no chance of escape, Mihir made her unconscious and entered the room.

Inside, Shekhar and Leela were tied to chairs, gagged. When they saw Mihir, their happiness knew no bounds.

"Uncle, Aunty, are you both okay?" he asked, as he freed them.

"Yes, Mihir," said Leela.

"How do you know my name?" asked Mihir, confused. He wasn't aware that the couple had been watching him fight Anyaan and listening to him attentively.

"Should we tell him everything?" her husband asked Leela.

"We must. Now is the time."

Leela gave Mihir a motherly hug. It was full of pure love.

"Aunty, why are you getting so emotional?" he asked, confused.

"Because you are really my nephew," said Leela. "Your father Vipin was my own elder brother. But both of us lost contact before you were born, as I moved to Nagpur from Gwalior after marriage. I wanted to see my brother again, but assassins sent by this scoundrel killed him in front of your eyes! We were shocked when we heard about it!"

"Anyaan ran a drug trafficking racket in Nagpur, and I arrested him," added Shekhar. "But he escaped from jail and shifted his base to Mumbai. He sent his humanoids to kidnap and torture us, just for pleasure. He has committed countless crimes, and Mihir, I'm so proud of you for defeating him!"

Mihir couldn't speak. Leela bore a very uncanny facial resemblance to his father, and he vaguely remembered Vipin telling him about his younger sister. When he and Raj discussed about their families in the initial stages of their friendship, they brushed the thought that they could be cousins, as their parents' names and their surnames were very common in various parts of the country. 

But now, he had known the truth behind why he and Raj had facial similarities. It was because they were real first cousins.

"It's been four years since Raj ran away," said Shekhar, with tears in his eyes. "I wish we had given him freedom. We made a big mistake by raising him like a caged bird!"

"Uncle, Raj misses you both a lot," said Mihir. "He was very upset that you both weren't present at his wedding. He and Pooja got married two months ago. If you want, I shall call him here."

"Please do, Mihir," said Leela. 

Mihir obliged. He quickly called Raj and told him to come to a restaurant near the Gateway of India. But before that, he called the police and told them about Anyaan. 

Inspector Patil soon arrived at the spot with ten other officers. 

"Hero, yet again, you have helped us nab a notorious criminal. This bloke is already wanted in Nagpur, for he has smuggled drugs. Thank you so much," he said. 

"Yet again, Patil sir, it's my duty!" 

Thirty minutes after the police had left, Raj and Pooja came to the monument, along with Sunil, Aisha, Prem, Nisha, Rohit, and Mishti. Mr and Mrs Sehgal were with them too. 

"Mummy, Papa!" exclaimed Raj. He ran up to them and hugged them tearfully.

"Sorry Raj," said Shekhar. 

"For what, Papa?"

"We never gave you any freedom, and raised you like a caged bird," said Leela, crying. "We're so sorry Raj. Will you forgive us?"

Raj smiled sweetly and forgave them. 

"Mummy, you've met Mihir," he said. "In all these years, he took care of me and Pooja so well. And he is the Hero who has saved not just Mumbai, but the whole India from a traitor!"

Shekhar hugged his son. "Perhaps you'd be surprised to know that Mihir is actually your cousin," he said. 

Everyone were astonished, especially Raj. 

"Yes Raj," said Leela. "I used to tell you about your uncle Vipin, right? Mihir is his son."

Raj quickly understood. He hugged Mihir tightly, like a monitor lizard. 

"When I got to know that Anyaan had killed my brother, I wanted to kill him then and there," said Leela. "But Mihir has accomplished it. I'm so proud of you."

"Shakkar, I have another good news for you," said Prem. "You have been selected as one of the two finalists in Dancing Sun!"

Mihir was speechless. The happiness he felt right now, was unstoppable. His uncle and aunt were there for him, and he was related by blood to his best friend. He had avenged his father's murder, saved the day and had also qualified for the finals. So many joys, all at once. 

But as he had got injured while fighting, he suddenly collapsed, causing panic. 

"Mihir! What happened?" asked Sanya. She rushed to him and helped him get up. 

"It's okay, Sanu, I'm fine," he said. 

"No, you're not! You have deep wounds on your back, and look at your hands!" 

"She's right, Mihir," said Rohit. "We must take you to the hospital!"

Mihir refused. "If I go to the hospital now, I'll be asked to stay in bed for at least a week. I can't dance in the grand finale then." 

"But if something serious happens to your spine, you might not be able to dance for the rest of your life!" said Aisha. "Let me treat your wounds."

"Aisha is right," said Nisha and Mishti together. 

"Listen to them, Mihir," said Leela. 

Our protagonist had no choice, but to listen to them. All of them went to the the Sehgals' house, where Aisha began to give him first aid. 

Though Mihir felt better, the pain was still there, and it was excruciating. Pooja made him some cold orange juice to help him forget the pain.

"Drink this, bro," she said. 

"Thank you, Sweety."

"By the way, when are you confessing your feelings to Sanya?"

"Soon," said Mihir. "After I get through the competition."