Reborn in 7th centaury India with many talents

"Sister, you have to be careful. I don't know who they are, but some people in the government, along with foreign agencies, are involved in this. They want to manipulate you. Please, spread my message, and use our resources to do so."

A dying man says this to his sister, who is holding his hand and crying.

How did all this begin?

Harsh was born into a middle-class family in Jaipur, Rajasthan, India. Despite his humble beginnings, he had a remarkable IQ of 260 and a high EQ, along with an eidetic memory.

He completed his high school education by the age of 9 and went on to pursue a Bachelor of Science in Physics at Delhi University (DU). His college professor invited him to join an ongoing research project at DRDO (Defence Research and Development Organisation), where he wrote a groundbreaking research paper. By the time he was in his 12th year, he was already a prodigy.

Harsh's applications for research positions and a master's in science (M.Sc.) were approved by prestigious universities around the world. He earned multiple PhDs in fields like Physics, Chemistry, Mathematics, Biotechnology, and published over 400 research papers.

Upon returning to India, he joined DRDO as a distinguished scientist and quickly rose through the ranks to become Director-General. He also served as the Chief Advisor to the Government of India on scientific matters.

His career peaked when he discovered a cure for cancer—a virus engineered to target and destroy cancer cells. He made his discovery public by distributing the patented cure for free to pharmaceutical companies.

However, things soon took a dark turn.

Harsh began receiving threats and assassination attempts.

March 18, 2035

Harsh was giving a lecture and presentation in Delhi. After the event, as he got into his car, his driver, Squadron Commander Dinesh Chaudhary, asked, "Sir, where to?"

Harsh, exhausted, replied, "There's a party at Delhi University. Take me there."

"Yes, sir."

The convoy of cars, along with their security team, began their journey.

Meanwhile, in a secure CIA safe house

Jacob hung up the phone.

"Dr. Harsh's car convoy is headed to Delhi University. We have our best agents and IRS agents on watch. The Indian pharmaceutical companies' families have moles in their security. This is our best chance to eliminate him."

Back in Harsh's car, he closed his eyes, exhausted. But suddenly, he was jolted awake as the car in the rear of the convoy crashed into theirs.

"What's happening?" Harsh asked, his voice sharp.

"Sir, Rahul's car crashed into ours," Dinesh responded. "Buckle up, we're going fast."

Harsh quickly put on his seatbelt.

Dinesh accelerated the car and drew his weapon, pulling out a walkie-talkie.

"This is NSG Squadron Commander Dinesh. We are under attack. I repeat, WE ARE UNDER ATTACK!"

HQ to Commander Dinesh

"Please move to a safe location. We are sending you the coordinates and dispatching military helicopters to your location."

Dinesh sped towards Delhi Cantonment, where the gates opened, and NSG commandos rushed to cover Harsh. They moved quickly inside the Indian Army headquarters.

But just as they were entering, a bullet struck Harsh in the stomach, and another hit him on the left side of his chest.

Later, in the hospital

"I tried my best to help people, but what did I get, Didi? Threats, greed, and worse. The top brass in our country are involved in this. I know, Didi, the pharmaceutical companies, and some politicians... they're all behind it." Harsh said, gasping for breath.

"No, Harshu. Stop thinking about those people. Think about what you've done for humanity," his sister replied through tears. "You've cured children, women, and men. You've won Nobel Prizes in Medicine and Physics. You've supported millions of people through your foundation, both in India and across the world. Please, stop thinking about those small-minded individuals who did this to you. You'll never be forgotten."

"Thank you, Ajali Didi," Harsh whispered, struggling to speak.

"Are you alright, Harshu?" she asked with concern.

"I'm fine, Didi... I just need to sleep now," he said, his eyes closing.

"Of course, Bhaiya, sleep well," she replied, sobbing quietly, knowing that this would be the last time she would speak to her beloved brother.

March 21, 2035

"Good morning. It is with great regret that we notify you of the passing of Dr. Harsh Vardhan, Nobel laureate in Medicine and Physics, known for his groundbreaking cancer cure and advancements in physics. Dr. Harsh passed away on Wednesday at approximately 1:00 AM due to respiratory complications following an attack on Sunday. He was shot, and the bullets pierced his lung and stomach. Dr. Harsh will never be forgotten, as he never sought profit from his inventions. He patented his creations and exposed them to the public for everyone's benefit. Our condolences go out to his family and friends, and we pray for his soul to rest in peace."

While the world mourns, Harsh is on his journey to the light.

"So, that's the famous light," Harsh remarked in a sarcastic tone, though tinged with sadness.

As he got closer, the light grew brighter and brighter. He moved closer to it until, suddenly, there was a wall. As he approached the wall, he was forced to close his eyes due to the intense brightness. The moment he passed through the luminous wall, he heard a melodious voice.

"Welcome, my friend. Welcome to Heaven..."

End of Chapter 1

To be continued...