Naagin And Magic Pencil

Prologue

If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you'll probably want to know is where I was born, an what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of things, but I don't feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth, I don't have a single idea how I ended up being the way I am now.

Usually we live a pretty ordinary life, All the things we do kinda fall into a routine. Going to school, Going to college, Find a job etc. We do have our own excitements and adventures but that come short while you compared to those larger than life characters from movies and TV shows.

But me, Well I haven't faced such predicament in my entire life. I used to do the same but somewhere along the lines... Around my pre teen years I found something. Something which changed my entire life. When I was walking down towards a dumpster , I founded a stylish pencil lying on the road.   It had a sort animated head on the top of it which seemed like it would start talking at any moment.  That seemed pretty cool at first but when I took it home with me,   I realized that anything that I drew by using the pencil became real. Ranging from Ice cream to Indica and Pizza from plumber.   I decided to keep that a secret first.  Even from my family and closest allies.  Such things can't be taken lightly. And then it was the start of  my journey  with my future best friend  Magic Pencil

My life slowly became filled with adventures and excitements only a comic book superhero can have.  I have travelled in the past, Fought against an evil shaman,   Who was master of satanic rituals and sacrifices,   He also happened to be after my "Friend" the magic pencil.   There was also a bumbling Don and his Airhead goons and things didn't stop at that. I even attended the real life version of Hogwarts, Jadoo High, Battled against an Evil Demoness who consumed virgin girls in order to stay young.   Met an alien,   Befriended him and even studied with him.  I also met Fairies and Djinns, Didn't see them though but I managed to create one thanks Magic pencil's help when the friendly Djinn Altu was caught by my nemesis evil Shaman/Tantrik Kaalicharan

But all good things come to an end and my adventures were no different.   I accidentally travelled in future where I grew up to be an expert criminal,    Thanks to my parents'  unfortunate demise.    The Future me was a hard one to deal with but Ultimately he decided to help me.   We teamed up and found means to travel back in time and save our parents.

I was successful but the success came at a price.    I ended up in a parallel universe,   Similar to that of my own,   Yet too much different.    Also I lost the ability to use my teachings of Jadoo High.    Only thing I could rely on was my magic pencil
At first I hoped someone would pop in and get me back to his home or he would wake up in a hospital surrounded by my family and friends Sadly, None of this happened and he was stuck in this  bizzare.   The only proof I had of my existense was the style , And its power of bring forth anything which gets drawn by it.  Apart from that everything changed.

Now I lived with some sort of pseudo billionaire family.    The people I never knew before were my parents here.    My father was called Ankush Raheja  and Now I had  an  Older(
Workaholic) brother and  an older(Alcoholic) sister alongside a younger girl  Divya who was my cousin.  

Things had changed too much suddenly and abruptly. The only thing I could cling to was the satisfaction that I had   saved my parents and offered  Future me/Sandros a chance at redemption .   I thought he had something left to do, Some sort of task...otherwise I wouldn't be alive right now. It wasn't easy but I had no other option but to get on with the life and stay hopeful that someday I would find a way back home.

It had been ten years,   Ten years till I arrived at this bizzare place and nothing much had happened.    I settled in the normal routine  like everyone else.    Going to office with my father,   making new friends etc

However,    What I didn't know that she was making her way towards me.    And the path of her revenge will change my life forever.

My name is Sanju and  this is the story of my encounter with one of the most fearsome mythological race to ever exist

A Naginn
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In Rajsthan,   Somewhere around a village called  Panchner.   There was a highly auspicious and peaceful temple of Lord Shiva. An extremely huge snake coiled around the Idol of Bhagvan Shiva. It had golden skin and  Its cold blue eyes glowed in the darkness.

All of sudden, The snake started to morph into form of a beautiful woman. , She had creamy white skin and her clothes matched the tone of her skin. The extremely gorgeous woman fumbled for a while before falling unconscious on the ground.

The sage who adorned a chain made of Rudraksh around his neck walked out from the darkness. He stopped near the woman and yelled

"Wake up...Daughter...    You have been blessed by the Mahadev.   You must wake up.    For the sake of your late parents.... Wake up......  Wake up and take your revenge. "

The woman's eyes snapped open, Glowing in a bloody red haze. From seeing her anger even time stood still, She stood up quickly and bowed infront of Lord Shiva. After praying him for a while, She walked towards the priest and bent forward to touch his feet.

Thus the saga of Love and Revenge begins.

And yes, The magic pencil and Sanju are from Shaka laka Boom Boom, A fond memory from our childhood days. Combining Naagin with it seemed like a fascinating idea.

The whole getting the other universe idea comes from Flashpoint  Paradox.    Last year I watched the series Flash on Colours Infinity and  I think its a very cool show.    So Sanju getting in an alternate Universe  where he is Ritik's younger brother.

So does this mean he is Yamini's actual son,   Yeah!

Regarding the pairings,    As much as I love the Ritik Shivanya pair,    Without involving Shivanya you can't think of Nagin.    So Sorry folks the romantic angles will be different here.

Anyways,    Please leave a comment.   The worst thing for an author is silence. You can't tell if you're connecting with your readers, if they're getting where you think the story is going or not. And those comments don't have to be praise. Of course, I'd be lying if I tried to say that I don't enjoy the praise. But I actually learn more from the critical comments. Just as long as you're respectful and allow me to respond, you can say anything.

So Folks,   Best wishes for Upcoming  Diwali and Good bye to you all