Prologue

Normally, when people die to Truck-kun, what comes in their next life?

Isekai.

But, that wasn't the case with me.

When I died, I reincarnated back in my own world. Though, the only difference was...

I was reincarnated a century before I died!

Born in 1924, in the era of British colonial rule, I found myself in a small village in Bengal, in India. Well, East Bengal to be exact, which would have become East Pakistan and later Bangladesh.

'Would have'.

Because, I am going to change this dark history... well... future should be the correct word, right?

Currently, it is 1944. There is one more year before the WW2 ends.

At just 20 years old, I have a political party, named BJS(Bhartiya Janta Sangathan), primarily active in Bengal, made of me as the party president, my wife, and several people of my village whom I taught.

The Bengal famine is raging on, and we were using it to gain political popularity, openly supporting Subhash Chandra Bose's efforts and telling the people to pick up arms against the British and raid the food supplies they have stole.

And that led to most of us getting arrested.

Today, I, and my wife Shreya, were brought to a remote house in a remote place, and put under heavily surveillanced house arrest, just like the members of Congress.

Atleast it's not the infamous Cellular Jail.

I sighed as I heard that door getting locked and chained.

I doubt we will be getting out before WW2 ends. So we have to spend more than a year in this house.

"What should we do, Utkarsh?"

Shreya hugged me, asking me the question that we already know the answer to.

"I don't think we are getting out anytime soon. So... we can only write some books."

Thankfully, the house had some basic amenities.

Some notebooks, a bed, a kitchen, a lamp, and some other supplies, including rice, to keep us alive, and a small window to get sunlight in the day.

The window is too small to get out.

Well... we can only wait until 1945 before we restart our activities.

After cleaning up the house, we slept on the small bed given to us. Shreya immediately fell asleep, tired. But I couldn't.

It's been 20 years since I got reincarnated in British India, in a small village in East Bengal.

Realising my new reality, I slowly gained influence in the village, taught the young people the stuff I knew, and founded the Bhartiya Janta Sangathan(BJS) party with 89 members around my age.

We moved to Kolkata two years ago, when the Bengal Famine was about to start.

Quit India Movement of 1942 was quickly suppressed by arresting every major Congress politician, and Muslim League and Hindu Mahasabha forming provincial governments while Congress wasn't present.

Hindu Mahasabha supported going to WW2, intending to use the experience and equipments to later drive out the British.

And let's not even talk about the genocidal Muslim League. They are fixated on killing every non-muslim, non-sunni muslims, and creating an artificial country named Pakistan that was proposed by a dog of British, Syeed, after 1857 war of independence.

My main goal is to atleast not let East Bengal go to Pakistan, that's why our party is promoting Bengali supermacy to fight Muslim League's Urdu imposition.

And with the Bengal Famine, created by British and Muslim League which is currently in power in East Bangal, which forms the majority of Bengal, we were fighting to get the Muslim League out of power.

Well, what led to my party getting banned and us getting arrested is saying the army to abandon British side and join our side, and told the people about Indian National Army created by Subhash Chandra Bose.

Sigh... Maybe I shouldn't have said it at that time.

"Mhhmmm..."

Shreya shifted in the small bed, and sprawled over me.

Something is rising, and it is not the Shield Hero.

Shreya is from my village, and is my right hand woman from the start. She is both smart and beautiful, and ridiculously hot.

I was able to marry her two years ago, just before we moved out of the village.

If I am able to become the First PM of India, I am going to make her the Foreign Affairs Minister, and after Sardar Patel dies, the Home Minister and the head of internal intelligence.

She suddenly got up, still half-asleep, and started removing her Saree. Afterall, it is hot summer right now.

"Let me help you."

I unraveled the already loose Saree, and put it on the table.

"Want to take off the blouse too?"

She slapped my chest, muttered 'pervert', and slept back on my chest.

Well, I was just saying it for her comfort...

"Go to sleep."

"Yes mam."

I wrapped my arms around her, and started trying to sleep. And soon, I fell asleep.

And once the morning arrived, I found myself stuck on the ceiling, with some kind of metallic webs all around, and Shreya, in just her underwear, sticking to me, with eyes full of hunger, as if wanting to devour me.

She started kissing me, and my eyes fell on the dead body of a strange spider with red and golden colour.

Ah. I see.

"Where are you focusing? Just focus on me!"

She whispered to me as she slid her tongue into my mouth.

Since I am sticking on the ceiling, it means I also got the powers, right?

Well, there are more important matters to attend to.

I grabbed her soft yet firm butt, and started kissing her back.

I guess we are Spideys now.