400 years ago, in the ancient lands of Tamil Nadu, two brothers were born under the same stars but destined for different paths.
Veera, the elder twin, was noble, disciplined, and honorable. Trained in swordsmanship and strategy, he was the protector of his village—a warrior whose blade was wielded for justice alone.
Bhadra, the younger, was equally skilled, but his heart was hardened by a childhood misunderstanding. Blaming Veera for a perceived betrayal, Bhadra left the village and vanished. He resurfaced years later as the feared leader of a vast criminal empire, ruling with an iron fist and a lust for vengeance.
Their names echoed across the land: Veerabhadra, two sides of the same coin.
One morning, in the crowded marketplace near Mount Kalai, a man overheard a conversation meant to be secret. Two mercenaries whispered of a plan to kill Veera on his journey near the mountain. Alarmed, the man rushed to warn his master.
Veera, bound by duty, rode to the site without hesitation—only to find himself ambushed by a hidden army. The traitor who warned him had misled him on purpose.
From the shadows emerged Bhadra, his face twisted in triumph. Veera fought bravely, but he was vastly outnumbered. Wounded and betrayed, he fell from the mount into the valley below, unconscious and presumed dead.
After 400 years, In present-day Chennai, Manikandan, a respected police officer, lived a peaceful life with his family. Known for his courage and integrity, he had just one unresolved sorrow: the disappearance of his younger brother Devamaasi many years ago.
One evening, Manikandan returned home from duty to a horrific scene—his entire family slaughtered.
Before he could react, he was arrested.
The CCTV footage was damning. It showed him entering the house and committing the crime. He pleaded innocence, but no one believed him.
In prison, broken and confused, he sat in silence—until the night he heard a strange voice in the next cell.
The voice belonged to Dr. Babu, an eccentric scientist imprisoned for unauthorized experiments. He claimed to have invented a time travel device, hidden beneath the prison’s old yard. It was untested, unstable—but real.
Manikandan listened, intrigued and desperate. Babu said the machine could take them 400 hours into the past, enough to prevent the tragedy.
Late that night, they dug through the dirt and unearthed the machine. As Babu powered it up, Manikandan made a mistake in the input—instead of 400 hours, he typed 400 years.
A surge of energy blinded them.
Manikandan woke in a forest unlike any he’d known. Everything was different—simpler, older.
He stumbled toward the sound of clashing swords and found a wounded man under attack.
It was Veera. And he looked just like Manikandan.
Manikandan intervened and drove the attackers away. Shocked at the resemblance, the two formed a cautious bond. Veera explained his betrayal and defeat at Mount Kalai, and Manikandan slowly realized the truth:
He had been sent back to change not just his fate, but Veera’s.
He was not here by mistake.
As Veera recovered, Manikandan helped expose the spies in Veera’s ranks and planned to confront Bhadra directly.
They returned to the village, where word spread of three identical men—Veera, Bhadra, and the stranger.
Bhadra, confident in his power, welcomed the challenge. His empire of fear stood strong—but cracks had begun to show.
Inside the fortress, the brothers finally met.
Three faces. One fate.
Veera challenged Bhadra to a final duel. The brothers clashed—honor versus hatred, steel against steel.
Veera’s blade pierced through darkness.
As Bhadra lay dying, he whispered, “I thought you betrayed me... I was wrong.”
And then, silence.
Veera, in gratitude, handed Manikandan his ancestral sword.
Manikandan, now understanding his purpose, returned to the time machine hidden in the woods.
He set the coordinates carefully this time—to moments before his family was killed.
Back in the present, he arrived just in time to stop the attack. Devamaasi, now a hardened criminal and leader of a vast thug empire, was there.
The two long-lost brothers locked eyes.
“You left me,” Devamaasi said, hatred in his voice.
“I never stopped looking,” Manikandan replied.
Devamaasi fled—but this time, Manikandan had the knowledge, the strength, and Veera’s sword.
Tracking Devamaasi to his criminal hideout, Manikandan launched a one-man assault on the empire.
Along the way, he uncovered betrayal within the police force—one of his own had been leaking information to Devamaasi.
After arresting the mole, Manikandan confronted his brother in a burning warehouse.
They fought fiercely.
“You’re my blood,” Manikandan said, disarming him. “But I’m not here for revenge. I want to understand why.”
Devamaasi, confused and consumed by his own darkness, stepped back and fell into the flames.
As he vanished, a gust of ash rose—and settled on the blade of the sword.
Manikandan awoke in his home, sweating.
His family was alive.
The memories were fuzzy, like a dream—until he saw the sword hanging on the wall.
He didn't remember how it got there, or why, but something inside told him: he had lived another life, in another time.
He smiled gently and walked out the door.
A new day had begun.
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