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"Alright," Jaison said, rolling up his sleeves. "Let's go fix that truck. And then we figure out how to teach this kid not to short-circuit the town's wifi."

"Nothing to see, Siby," Jaison muttered. "No sparks. No murali. Just a tailor who can’t afford a new shop." minnal murali cast

The fuel ignited. A wall of fire roared toward them. "Alright," Jaison said, rolling up his sleeves

Jaison grabbed the unconscious driver and dragged him out. Siby pulled the hose from his ambulance and sprayed foam on the fire. Usha directed the last of the children to safety. And Balan—gentle, forgotten Balan—lifted the burning truck's axle with his bare hands, tilting it so the fuel ran away from the crowd. He had always been strong. But now, his arms glowed faintly orange, like embers. The lightning had touched him too, that long-ago night. It had just been sleeping. An hour later, the rain returned and drowned the last of the flames. "No sparks

Jaison, once a tailor’s son with a chip on his shoulder, now sat on a plastic chair under a leaking tin roof, staring at his hands. They were ordinary hands again—calloused from sewing, not from fighting. Ever since he had driven the lightning-charged shard through the villain Shibu’s chest, ever since he had saved the town, the power had vanished. No yellow flashes in his veins. No speed. No strength.

Usha smiled, crossing her arms. "Don't look at me. I'm just the woman who yells at everyone to be smarter. That's my superpower."