"Oops! I Stole the Isekai Lottery"

The Williamsburg Diner was buzzing with barely contained chaos as Martha Stewart sat at a booth, tapping a manicured nail against her glass. Her expression hovered between mild disappointment and general indifference, much like someone who had expected a five-star meal and received, well, diner food.

Caroline nudged Max, whispering, "We have to do something. She's unimpressed!"

"You mean like, 'oh no, how will we ever recover from the devastating loss of someone who bathes in rosewater not liking our cupcakes?'" Max deadpanned. "Tragic."

Just then, the diner doors swung open with the force of a Broadway entrance, and in strode Raja Rudra—both Max and Caroline's boyfriend, though neither had gotten around to discussing how that worked exactly. Clad in an impeccably tailored suit, he was an anomaly amidst the chaos of waiters dropping plates and Oleg making inappropriate remarks that absolutely no one had asked for.

Martha's eyes flickered toward him, her disappointment melting away into the rarest of expressions—a look of curiosity.

"Excuse me, ladies," Raja announced with a theatrical bow. "But I sensed from across dimensions that someone—nay, an entire room—was in dire need of a spectacle." He threw a knowing glance at Max and Caroline. "And I am, as ever, at your service."

Max crossed her arms. "You can't just show up like some dessert-based messiah and expect us to—"

Raja dramatically pulled out a silver tray from seemingly nowhere, revealing an array of cupcakes that sparkled—not figuratively, but literally, as if they had been dusted with edible gold. "Cupcakes fit for a queen," he declared, placing them in front of Martha Stewart.

Caroline, seeing an opportunity, immediately went into pitch mode. "Yes! These are our signature cupcakes! Completely homemade, made with the finest ingredients—"

"—and also a secret pinch of what the hell just happened," Max muttered.

Martha took a careful bite. The entire diner held its breath. A moment of silence. And then—

She chewed thoughtfully. Nodded. And finally, as if addressing a courtroom rather than a diner full of underpaid, overcaffeinated workers, she declared: "This is… actually quite good."

Caroline gasped, clutching her heart as if Martha Stewart's approval had granted her a new lease on life.

Raja, ever the performer, snapped his fingers. "A miracle! We shall call it the 'Raja Effect'—the sudden ability to turn diner disappointment into divine delight!"

Max rolled her eyes but couldn't suppress a smirk. "Oh, great. Now we have to put your name on the menu, don't we?"

"It would be a crime not to," Raja said smoothly, sliding into the booth next to Martha as if they had known each other forever. "So, Martha, my dear, how do you feel about taking this duo to the next level? Business deal, exclusive partnership, perhaps?"

Martha glanced between Max, Caroline, and Raja. Finally, she gave an enigmatic smile. "We'll talk."

Caroline let out a high-pitched noise that could only be described as a suppressed scream of joy. Max smirked and nudged Raja. "Okay, fine. I'll admit it. That was impressive. But if you start calling yourself 'The Cupcake Whisperer,' I'm dumping you."

Raja grinned. "Too late. Already trademarked."

As the diner erupted into celebration, Raja took a bite of a cupcake, winked at the girls, and thought to himself—yes, this world was worth sticking around in for a little longer.

After all, who else would keep these two from setting their own business on fire?

Raja was minding his own business—or rather, his business was minding the multiverse—when he happened to stumble upon two familiar figures standing in the middle of a sidewalk, looking like lost puppies in a thunderstorm.

Leonard and Sheldon. Without pants.

Yes. The legendary physicists of Pasadena were standing in broad daylight, shivering in their underwear, their eyes wide with a mix of horror and embarrassment.

Raja rolled down the window of his car and leaned out, dramatically adjusting his imaginary sunglasses. "Gentlemen, I have so many questions. But let's start with the obvious: where the hell are your pants?"

Leonard looked like he wanted to crawl into a quantum singularity. "It's a long story."

Sheldon, however, was unbothered by social norms as usual. "We were cruelly relieved of our lower garments by a brutish, intellectually inferior lifeform—a bully, if you will."

Raja rubbed his temples. "And Who sent you into this ambush?"

"Penny , a waitress who just moved into the apartment across from ours and she assured us it was safe," Leonard muttered.

"Ah. Right. And I suppose next she'll tell you to go pet a wild lion because 'it looks friendly.' Get in."

As the duo climbed into his car, Raja made a mental note: Penny needed a lesson in common sense. But first—justice.

Tracking down the bully wasn't difficult. Raja followed the universal rule: If there's a high school jock with an ego bigger than his brain, check the nearest gym or burger joint.

And there he was, strutting around with Leonard and Sheldon's pants like they were some kind of war trophies.

Raja stepped forward, lowering his voice to an ominous growl. "I am Batman."

The bully barely had time to process this before Raja introduced his fist to his face. And then his gut. And then, for good measure, his kneecap. What followed was a very public, very one-sided fight that left the bully whimpering in the fetal position.

Raja crouched down next to him. "Listen, buddy. If I ever—ever—see you mess with any nerd, geek, or intellectual again, I will personally enroll you in an advanced physics class and make you do homework for eternity. Got it?"

The bully nodded frantically.

"Good." Raja snatched the stolen pants, tossed them over his shoulder like a victorious warrior, and walked off into the sunset. (Well, metaphorically. It was only 3 PM.)

Back at the apartment, Raja stormed up to Penny's door and knocked. Hard.

Penny opened it, all smiles—until she saw Raja's expression.

"You sent my nerds to a bully," he stated, eyes narrowing. "My. Nerds."

Penny blinked. "Uh, I didn't think—"

"Exactly." Raja crossed his arms. "You don't send nerds into hostile territory without backup! That's like sending a bunny into a lion's den and hoping the lion suddenly adopts vegetarianism."

Penny opened her mouth, then closed it, then—oh dear. Her eyes watered.

Raja internally groaned. Great. Now I'm the villain.

Penny sniffed, then slammed the door shut.

"Well, that could have gone better," Leonard muttered.

Raja sighed. He was Batman, not a monster. Time to fix this.

That night, Raja showed up at Penny's door again, this time with an offering of peace: a bag full of takeout from her favorite restaurant.

Penny opened the door cautiously.

"I come bearing gifts," Raja said, holding up the bag like a sacred artifact. "As a sign of my deep regret for making you cry and as a bribe to earn my way back into your good graces."

Penny stared at him, then at the bag, then back at him. "…Is that from Alfredo's?"

Raja nodded solemnly. "Extra garlic bread."

She snatched the bag. "Apology accepted."

They talked introduced, themselves and they laugh and Penny who has not having any due to her recent breakup jumped on Raja and they fought and penny who had great experience used everything on Raja and still he is Victorious.

Next day until his friends gone to work he waited in penny apartment and after they left " Nothing happened between us and nobody should know about this Night thing"

Penny nodded smiled seductively " What about the day thing?"

Raja don't know what to say and joined her another round and came out in the afternoon.

Raja. "But seriously, please take care of Leonard and Sheldon. They may be geniuses, but they have the survival instincts of a baby deer on an icy road."

Penny chuckled. "Yeah, yeah. I'll watch out for them."

Mission accomplished.

As Raja walked back to his apartment, he smirked. Just another day in the multiverse.