Fantasy Aryan: Kaalivan Ka Uday

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Chapter 7: Khetibadi ki Shuruaat





Pichhle teen dinon mein Aryan Rathore ne Sukha Nagar ke liye kuch khaas nahi kiya. Bas usne apne logon ko ek search shuru karne ka order diya, taaki shahar ke sabse talented logon ka pata chal sake. Yeh isliye kiya, kyunki jaldi hi usko guards ki tadaad badhani thi.



Abhi toh guards ki tadaad kam thi—sirf 30—lekin shahar ke paas abhi itni capacity nahi thi ki aur vacancies bana sake. Par yeh future mein badal jayega, jab Kaalivan ek powerhouse ban jayega.



Kal raat Aryan level 4 tak pahunch gaya tha, aur ab woh level 5 par tha. Aaj woh level 6 par bhi pahunch gaya, aur uska excitement ekdum sky high tha! Aaj woh apna plan test karne wala tha—Ajj Kaalivan ke problem ko ek baar aur check karke confirm karne ka din tha.



Aaj woh Devraj aur do guards ke saath paschim wali zameen par ja raha tha, jahan 100-meter ka khadda tha. Dono guards ko Devraj ne carefully chuna tha, taaki koi bhi leak na ho jo Aryan karne wala tha. Bhale hi guards ko yeh pata nahi tha ki wahan divine medicine dafan ki ja chuki hai, par Aryan koi risk nahi lena chahta tha. Isliye aur koi log wahan nahi the.



Kuch minute spiritual beasts par chalne ke baad, group wahan pahunch gaya. Jagah ekdum khali thi—bas woh khadda aur aaspaas ki banjar zameen.



Aryan ne pehle se dafan ki hui divine medicine ke asar ko check karne ka socha. Usne Devraj ki taraf dekha aur kaha, “Devraj chacha, us din jaisa move dobara karo—heaven aur earth ki energy converge karo, par is baar khadde ke thoda door. Dekhte hain kya spiritual root ab bhi energy kheenchegi.”



Devraj, jiska safed kurta aur dhoti ek healer ke role ko dikhata tha, ne Aryan ke order ka palan kiya. Usne ek badi amount mein spiritual energy converge ki aur usse khadde se thoda door zameen ki taraf bheja. Par is baar kuch alag hua—energy zameen mein gayi, par wapas nahi kheechi gayi! Bas ek 1-meter gehra gadda ban gaya.



Matlab, spiritual root ab zameen se free energy nahi kheench rahi thi, Devraj ke chehre par ek halki si muskaan aayi, aur usne kaha, “Lagta hai problem solve ho gayi, chhote sahab. Aap sahi the. Ab tum log, yeh gadda bhar do.” Usne dono guards ko ishaara kiya, jinhone leather ke kurte aur dhoti pehni huyi thi



Aryan ne ek lambi saans li, uske dil se ek bada bojh utar gaya. Ab uske saamne ek lamba kaam tha—Kaalivan ko ek thriving khetibadi wala shahar banana. Par yeh koi sadharan khetibadi nahi hogi—yeh high spiritual concentration wali crops hogi.



Aryan ka plan tha artificial jheel ke paani ka use karna, jo Antriksh Rajya ke paani se mix tha. Is paani mein spiritual energy aur nutrients bhare hue the, jo crops ko ekdum zabardast banayenge.



Aryan ka plan yeh bhi tha ki Antriksh Rajya se gire hue patte collect kare aur unhe Kaalivan ke natural fertilizer ke saath mix kare. Jisse ek super fertilizer banayega, jo zameen ko aur behtar karega. Antriksh Rajya ki items toh abi Aryan khud bhi consume nahi kar sakta tha—socho, un patton ka yahan kya asar hoga.



“Devraj chacha, chalo wapas chalte hain. Humein crops decide karne hain jo hum lagaayenge. Aur haan, woh khetibadi group taiyaar ho gaya kya?” Aryan ne group ke saath haveli ki taraf chalte hue poocha.



Devraj ne jawab diya, “Poora group abhi taiyaar nahi hua hai, lekin artificial jheel ke banne se pehle ho jayega.”



“Hmm, yeh achha hai. Crops ke baare mein maine soch liya hai—hum shuruaat mein gehun, makka, aur chawal lagaayenge. Yeh teen cheezein Central Continent ke north mein bahut demand mein hain, aur inka harvest time bhi kam hai,” Aryan ne kaha, uska dimaag ek raja ki tarah chal raha tha.



Spiritual World mein khetibadi kaafi advanced thi—ek hectare se 9 se 15 ton tak yield milta tha, aur harvest sirf 2-3 mahine mein ho jata tha, depending on crop. Yeh Kaalivan ke liye ekdum perfect tha.



Devraj ne sar hilaya, “Yeh sahi choice lagti hai, chhote sahab.”



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Haveli wapas aake, Devraj apne kaam mein lag gaya, jabki Aryan apne daftar mein chala gaya. Usne secretary Meera ko bulaya, kyunki usse kuch sawal poochne the. Woh khetibadi ko export ke liye develop karna chahta tha, par pehle local market par kabza karna jaruri tha.



Aryan ka plan tha ki uski crops mein normal khane se zyada spiritual energy hogi, toh woh Sukha Nagar ke market mein ekdum hit honge. Isliye usne do phases mein kaam karne ka socha—pehle thodi zameen taiyaar karke Sukha Nagar ki demand poori karna, phir export shuru karna.



Iske do reasons the. Pehla, woh apne shahar ki overall taakat badhana chahta tha. Doosra, uske paas abhi na toh kaafi mazdoor the, na hi zameen, na hi beej! Zameen toh dheere-dheere theek hogi, aur yeh sab ek cycle mein kaam karega—thodi zameen taiyaar karo, crops ugao, local market mein becho, profit kamao, aur phir invest karke grow karo. Foreign market tak pahunchne mein saal lag sakte the, par yeh Aryan ka plan tha.



Aryan ne Meera ko dekha, jo aaj ek tight dark green salwar-kameez mein thi, jo uske curves ko ekdum highlight kar rahi thi. Uske baal khule the, aur ek chhoti si bindi uske maathe par thi—ek typical desi look, lekin thodi shaitani vibe ke saath, jo uske flirty nature ko suit karta tha. Woh andar aayi aur ek naughty si muskaan ke saath boli, “Raja sahab, mujhe bulaya? Kya baat hai, aaj itne serious kyun lag rahe ho?”



Aryan ne ek halki si muskaan di, “Meera, serious toh main hoon hi, par tu bhi toh serious kaam ke liye aayi hai na? Mujhe Sukha Nagar ke logon ke khane ki consumption ka data chahiye. Kaun de sakta hai yeh jankari?”



Meera ne jawab diya, “Chhote sahab, main hi yeh jankari de sakti hoon. Yahan local sarkar mein koi iska khas dhyaan nahi rakhta.”



“Theek hai, toh mujhe chawal, gehun, aur makka ka average consumption jaldi se list karke do,” Aryan ne kaha, uski awaaz mein ek commanding tone tha.



Meera ne sar hilaya, “Thik hai, main jaldi se kar deti hoon,” aur woh ek playful smile ke saath nikal gayi, apne hips ko thoda zyada sway karte hue, jaise Aryan ko tease kar rahi ho.



Uske baad, Aryan shahar mein ghoomne nikal gaya. Woh Sukha Nagar ki zindagi ko closely dekhna chahta tha, aur shayad woh kahin khana bhi kha le ruk kar.



Par usse kuch khaas nahi dikha. Log bas apne kaam mein lage hue the—jaise bas survive kar rahe ho, aur kuch nahi. Koi excitement nahi, koi interest nahi. Yeh jagah sach mein ajeeb thi, bhenchod!



“Hmm, behtar hai main wapas jaake cultivate karun…” Aryan ne socha aur haveli ki taraf chal diya.



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Do din aur guzar gaye, aur Aryan ab level 6 tak pahunch gaya tha. Artificial jheel bhi ban kar taiyaar ho gayi thi, aur uska aadha hissa yahan ke nadiyon ke paani se bhar gaya tha.



Yeh sunte hi, Aryan ne Antriksh Rajya se teen spatial rings li, unhe wahan ke paani se bhara, aur jheel mein daal diya. Kuch baar yeh process repeat karne ke baad, jheel poori tarah bhar gayi. Ab bas zameen ko transform karna tha, aur phir production shuru karna tha.



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Idhar Sukha Nagar mein ek afwaah tezi se fail rahi thi. Kehne wale bol rahe the ki Kaalivan ka naya raja, Aryan Rathore, 200 logon ko khetibadi ke liye hire kar raha hai.



Shahar ke ek kone mein, kuch log is baare mein baat kar rahe the.



“Yeh kya bakwaas hai? Yeh chhokra kya samjta hai apne aap ko? Khetibadi ke liye log kyun chahiye? Kya isse lagta hai ki yahan kuch uga lega bas chaahne se?” ek aadmi ne gusse mein kaha, usne ek purani dhoti aur kurta pehna tha.



“Hehehe, shayad isse kisi ne bataya hi nahi ki yahan ka kya haal hai. Tabhi toh isne aisi jagah accept kar li,” doosre ne haskar kaha, uske daant toote hue the, aur usne ek ganda sa kurta pehna tha.



“Tch, maine suna hai ki unhone zameen theek karne ka tareeka dhoondh liya hai. Mera bhai shahar ke sipahiyon mein hai, usne bataya ki jab se yeh Aryan Rathore aaya hai, unhone ek artificial jheel aur paschim mein ek bada khadda banaya hai,” ek jawaan ladke ne kaha, jo group ke beech mein tha. Usne ek sasta sa kurta aur dhoti pehni thi.



“Aur tu is baat par yakeen kar liya? Hazaaron saal se koi yeh problem solve nahi kar paya, yeh chhokra kya kar lega?” ek shakki aadmi ne poocha.



“Mujhe nahi pata kaise, lekin suna hai ki 40 low-grade crystals har mahine denge,” ek aadmi ne kaha, jo is payment mein kaafi interested lag raha tha.



‘Agar yeh sach hai, toh main zaroor join karunga,’ kuch logon ne socha.

Aisi baatein poore shahar mein fail rahi thi. Zyadatar log shak kar rahe the, par kuch ko ummeed thi ki yeh afwaah sach ho.



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Shahar ke ek doosre hisse mein, ek jawaan ladki ek hotel ke porch par baithi thi. Usne ek neela lehenga-choli pehni thi, jo uske fair complexion ko suit kar rahi tha. Uske golden baal aur hari aankhein thi—ekdum alag look, jo yahan ke logon se kaafi different tha. Yeh thi Roshni, ek vyapari jo Stone Island se thi, aur Rajputana Rajya ke business trip se wapas aa rahi thi.



Woh hotel ke ek kaamgar se naye raja ke baare mein baat sun rahi thi, aur soch rahi thi ki yeh Aryan Rathore Kaalivan ki problem kaise solve kar sakta hai.



“Aryan Rathore, huh… Interesting. Dekhte hain yeh ladka kya kar sakta hai. Agar yeh afwaah sach hai, toh main yahan business shuru kar sakti hoon, khabar failne se pehle hi,” Roshni ne socha.



“Eduard, hum agle ek mahine yahan rukenge. Mujhe dekhna hai ki yeh afwaah sach hai ya nahi,” usne apne personal guard se kaha, jo ek lamba aadmi tha, jiske chehre par ek bada sa daag tha, aur usne ek leather ka kurta aur dhoti pehna tha.



Roshni ji, Yeh jagah toh bilkul mujhe bekar lagti hai,” Eduard ne kaha.



“Hmph, agar afwaah sach nikli, toh yeh bilkul bekar nahi rahegi. Aur ek mahine rukne se mujhe koi nuksaan bhi nahi hoga,” Roshni ne jawab diya, uski aankhon mein ek vyapari ki chamak thi.



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Artificial jheel ke banne ke teen din baad, beej aur khetibadi group taiyaar ho gaye the. Aryan ab level 6 par tha, aur aaj 200 kisaan jo select hue the, woh 3 hectare zameen par kaam shuru karne wale the.



Abhi ke liye itni hi zameen thi, kyunki mazdoor aur resources ki kami thi.

Par zyada se zyada 3 mahine baad, jab harvest ho jayega, agar sab kuch local market mein bech diya jaye, toh 55,000 low-grade crystals ka profit hoga, agar grains competition ke barabar price par beche gaye. Isse Aryan mazdoor ki tadaad teen guna kar sakta tha, ek low-level array banwa sakta tha shahar ki spiritual concentration badhane ke liye, aur guards ki number bhi badha sakta tha.



Aryan ka plan tha ki kuch mahine baad ek academy banaye, Kaalivan Sena ke liye, jahan future ke sipahi Black-grade aur Silver-grade techniques seekhenge, aur kaafi resources milenge. Par yeh toh bas shuruaat thi. Pehle mahinon mein 10 ton production se, Kaalivan ki monthly demand ka chhota sa hissa poora hoga.



Central Continent ke north mein bada trade presence banane mein waqt lagega. Par yeh waqt unhe apni taakat badhane ke liye bhi chahiye tha, kyunki kuch economic powers ko naya competitor pasand nahi aayega.



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Us dopahar, Aryan teen logon se milne gaya. Yeh teen jawaan students the Kala Tara Academy ke, jo Sukha Nagar ki local spiritual academy thi.



Spiritual academies woh jagah hoti thi jahan 6 se 10 saal ke bacche cultivation ke basics, specializations, aur geopolitics seekhte the, depending on jagah. Yeh academies almost har human shahar mein hoti thi, kyunki har koi apne ghar mein yeh sab nahi seekh sakta tha. Bade khandaan bhi apne bacchon ko best academies mein bhejte the.



Kala Tara Academy Rajputana Rajya ki capital wali academies ke saamne kuch nahi thi, par Sukha Nagar ke logon ke liye yahi thi.



Aryan teen students se milne ja raha tha jo jaldi graduate hone wale the, kyunki search jo usne karwaya tha, woh complete ho gaya tha. Usmein Aryan ko pata chala ki Kala Tara Academy ke teen students ke paas Black talent hai.



Yeh ekdum shocking tha! Kaalivan jaise ilaake mein, jahan zyadatar log White ya Blue talent ke hote hain, wahan Black talent wale log bahut rare hote the. Par yeh possible tha—jab population badi ho, toh kabhi-kabhi aise talented log paida ho jate hain, jo apne maa-baap se zyada talent leke aate hain. Par aise log aksar yahan zyada nahi dikhte, kyunki unke parivaar unke talent ka pata chalne ke baad (10 saal se pehle) doosre ilaakon mein chale jate hain.



Aryan chahta tha ki yeh teen uske saath rahein. Woh ek aisa offer dena chahta tha jisse yeh parivaar Sukha Nagar mein ruk jayein aur yahin develop karein.



Usne Meera ko kaha tha ki Kala Tara Academy mein yeh meeting set kare, kyunki in teenon mein se do students ek social program ke through academy mein aaye the, jismein unhe fees nahi deni padti thi. Yeh program ek loan jaisa tha—students ko graduate hone ke baad paise wapas dene hote the, agar unka talent kam se kam Blue hai toh. Warna unhone kuch nahi dena hota tha, kyunki regional forces ko Blue talent wale logon ki zarurat hoti thi, jo level 39 tak easily pahunch sakte the.



Teenon ke naam the—do ladke, Raghav aur Laksh, aur ek ladki, Anjali. Inmein se koi bhi bade khandaan ya nawabi gharane se nahi tha, toh inka koi surname nahi tha. Is duniya mein surname tab hota tha jab koi apni taakat se naam kama le, ya bade khandaan mein paida ho.



Kuch minute chalte hue, Aryan Kala Tara Academy ke entrance par pahunch gaya. Yeh jagah uski haveli se zyada door nahi thi—bas kuch blocks ki doori par thi. Building theek-thaak condition mein tha, star ke shape ka, aur do manzil ka. Yeh gray color ka tha, aur sadak ki taraf kaafi khidkiyan thi.



Aaj Aryan ke saath sirf do personal guards the, jo level 35 aur 37 par the. Dono ne leather ke kurte aur dhoti pehne the. Devraj khetibadi ke kaam mein busy tha, toh woh nahi aa saka. Par aisi meeting ke liye zyada taakat ki zarurat bhi nahi thi.



Teeno andar ja rahe the, jab ek adhed umar ki aurat ne unhe roka. Woh thodi moti thi, aur uske daaye gaal par ek bada sa til tha. Usne ek purani si saree pehni thi, jo uske sadharan role ko dikhati thi.



Usne befikre andaaz mein poocha, “Kala Tara Academy mein swagat hai. Aap log yahan kyun aaye hain?”



Aryan ne jawab diya, “Main hoon Aryan Rathore. Meri secretary Meera ne principal Shyam Gill aur students Raghav aur Laksh ke saath meeting set ki thi.”



Aurat ekdum chaunk gayi ki yeh ladka Kaalivan ka naya raja hai. Logon ko pata tha ki naya raja jawaan hai, par yeh nahi pata tha ki Aryan sirf 15 saal ka hai. Aksar raja toh umar mein bade hote hain na!



“Toh aap hain chhote sahab Aryan. Shyam ji apne daftar mein hain. Main aapko wahan le chalti hoon,” usne kaha aur doosri manzil par ek kamre ki taraf chal di.



Kamre ke saamne ek bada wooden bench tha, jahan do ladke baithkar baat kar rahe the. Yeh the Raghav aur Laksh. Dono ne sadharan kurte aur dhoti pehne the, jo academy ke students ke hisab se theek the.



Aryan us aurat ke peeche principal ke daftar mein gaya. Kamre mein teen log baat kar rahe the—do ek taraf table par baithe the, aur ek table ke end par. Yeh Raghav aur Laksh ke parivaar wale the, aur teesra tha principal Shyam Gill.



“Shyam ji, yeh hain Aryan Rathore,” aurat ne kaha.



Shyam, jiske chehre par koi expression nahi tha, aur usne ek safed kurta-pajama pehna tha jo uske principal wale role ko suit karta tha, ne jawab diya, “Milkar achha laga. Meera ji se suna tha ki chhote sahab Raghav aur Laksh se milna chahte hain, sahi hai na?”



“Haan, bilkul. Main haal hi mein Sukha Nagar aaya hoon, aur jo search karwaya tha, usse mujhe in dono ke talents ke baare mein pata chala,” Aryan ne adab se kaha.



“Aaj main yahan ek offer ke liye aaya hoon, jo inke parivaar ke liye kaafi attractive ho sakta hai. Mujhe pata hai aap log Kaalivan chhodne ka plan bana rahe honge, par pehle mera offer sun lo.”



Raghav ka baap, Raman, jo ek sadharan sa aadmi tha aur usne ek purana kurta-dhoti pehna tha, ne hanskar kaha, “Hmph, tum chahte ho ki hum is bekar jagah mein ruk jayein? Pata nahi kya offer dene wale ho, par mujhe nahi lagta ki tum Shyam ji ke khandaan se behtar kuch de sakte ho.



Raman ek aisa aadmi tha jo zyada sochta nahi tha—bas jo saamne dikhta tha, ussi par yakeen karta tha.



Doosra aadmi tha Gautam, Laksh ka bada bhai. Unke maa-baap mar chuke the, aur woh apne do chhote bhai-behen ka khayal rakhta tha—Laksh aur ek 7 saal ki behen, Aarti. Gautam ek hoshiyar aadmi tha, aur usne bhi ek sadharan kurta-dhoti pehna tha, par uski aankhon mein ek curious chamak thi. Woh Aryan ke baare mein jaanna chahta tha, kyunki afwaah thi ki is naye raja ne Kaalivan ka problem solve kar diya hai.



Gautam ne poocha, “Chhote sahab, humare liye kya offer hai? Humara Shyam ji ke khandaan ke saath pehle se agreement hai. Pata nahi woh cancel ho sakta hai ya nahi.”



Shyam ne sar hilaya, “Haan, humne Raghav aur Laksh par 4 saal se invest kiya hai. Hum aise hi unhe chhod nahi sakte.”



Aryan ne kaha, “Main situation samajhta hoon, lekin mera offer dono sides ke liye hai. Par faisla toh in dono ke parivaar ka hai. Shyam ji ke khandaan ne toh bas inki basic education ke liye paisa diya tha—yeh 1,000 low-grade crystals se zyada nahi hoga…”



Aryan ne Shyam ki taraf dekha aur kaha, “Main jo offer de raha hoon, woh Shyam ji ka khandaan nahi de sakta. Main unhe underestimate nahi kar raha, lekin wahan yeh dono utne important nahi rahenge. Unhe kam crystals aur kam grade ki techniques milengi, par mere saath zyada milega.”



“Main Shyam ji ke khandaan ko 4,000 low-grade crystals har ladke ke liye refund dunga, jo Kaalivan mein rukne ka faisla karega. Aur inke parivaar ke liye, kuch din soch lo ki Shyam ji ke khandaan se kya mil sakta hai, aur phir meri haveli mein aake baat karo. Main tab poora offer bataunga. Par yeh guarantee hai ki main Black-grade cultivation technique de sakta hoon, jaise hi yeh dono 10 saal ke hote hain,” Aryan ne confidence ke saath kaha, uski awaaz mein ek raja ka swag tha.



To be continued…..

 

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Chapter 6: Spiritual Roots





Jab Aryan Rathore aur uska group Sukha Nagar ke paschim wali zameen par pahuncha, toh usne shanti se kaha, “Devraj chacha, yahan heaven aur earth ki energy ko zameen ki taraf converge karo, dekhte hain kya hota hai.”



Heaven aur earth ki energy ko converge karna ek aisi skill thi jo 5th stage (Spiritual Warrior) par aane ke baad milti thi. Isse cultivators apni techniques ko mazboot kar sakte the, nature ki free spiritual energy ka use karke. Devraj hi group mein aisa tha jo is stage par tha, toh Aryan ne usse yeh karne ko kaha.



Aryan ka plan tha yeh check karna ki kya spiritual root yeh energy absorb karegi. Agar energy absorb hoti hai, toh matlab root abhi zinda hai. Spiritual roots ek tarah ke jeevit beings hote hain, jaise paudhe, lekin yeh almost amar hote hain—inke zindagi ka time planet ke barabar hota hai. Normally, spiritual roots nahi marte, lekin koi bahut taakatvar aadmi jaan boojh kar ya kisi high-level ladai ke baad yeh ho sakta hai.



Spiritual roots ka asar arrays jaisa hota hai jo spiritual energy ko concentrate karte hain, lekin roots ki capacity bahut zyada hoti hai—yeh lakho square kilometers ke area ko enrich kar sakti hain, jabki arrays sirf lakho square meters tak kaam karte hain. Arrays itne efficient bhi nahi hote.



Isliye duniya ke kai hisson mein, jahan spiritual roots zameen ke kareeb hote hain, wahan energy concentration zyada hoti hai, aur woh jagah cultivation ke liye ekdum paradise ban jati hai. Lekin spiritual roots ke saath ek problem hai—yeh ‘malfunction’ kar sakte hain, jisse aaspaas ke ilaake ki spiritual density kam ho jati hai. Aryan yeh jaanna chahta tha ki Kaalivan ki spiritual root zinda hai ya mar chuki hai.



Kuch seconds ke baad, Devraj ne apne dono haathon se ek badi amount mein energy release ki, jo seedha zameen ki taraf gayi. Devraj ne ek safed dhoti aur kurta pehna tha, jo uske healer wale role ko suit karta tha, lekin uske haathon se nikli energy ekdum teez thi. Jaise hi energy zameen mein ghusi, woh ekdum ‘swallow’ ho gayi—jaise koi bhookha shaitan apna pasandida khana dekhkar usse kha gaya ho!



Aryan ne socha, ‘Spiritual root zinda hai, lekin yeh zameen par jo bhi spiritual energy aati hai, usse kheench leti hai. Devraj chacha ne jo bataya, yahan jo bhi paudha lagao, woh sukha jata hai, poora kaala ho jata hai, aur phir mitti mein mil jata hai. Aur beej? Woh toh zameen par girte hi khatam ho jate hain…’



Usne Pratap ki taraf mudkar poocha, “Pratap, jab yahan aakhri expert aaya tha, usne kya kaha tha?”



Pratap, jiske chehre par ek daag tha aur jisne ek purana sa leather ka kurta aur dhoti pehna tha jo uske sipahi sardar wale role ko dikhata tha, ne jawab diya, “Us expert ke mutabik, spiritual root bahut weak ho chuki hai. Woh apni zindagi ke liye har spiritual energy kheench rahi hai jo usse milti hai.”



Aryan ke chehre par ek halki si muskaan aayi. ‘Woh galat nahi tha problem ke baare mein. Lekin usse yeh pata nahi tha ki isse kaise theek karna hai, kyunki yeh bahut mehnga hai—is duniya ke kisi bhi aadmi ke liye! Kaun apni divine medicine waste karega ek spiritual root ko nourish karne ke liye? Yeh cost ke hisab se koi bhi support nahi karega.’



Divine medicines woh medicines hoti thi jo level 100 tak pahunchne ke liye chahiye hoti thi—matlab ek Devta banne ke liye! Yeh itni rare thi ki duniya ke bade se bade samrajyon mein bhi log iske liye taras jaate the.



Aryan ne chuppi todi, “Mere paas ek tareeka hai jisse hum is spiritual root ko zameen ki energy kheenchne se rok sakte hain. Isse hum Kaalivan mein khetibadi kar payenge. Haan, zameen mein nutrients badhane honge, lekin woh asaan hai.”



Yeh sunte hi sab dang reh gaye, khas kar Pratap aur Hema, jo Kaalivan ke rehne wale the aur kabhi socha bhi nahi tha ki yeh possible hai. Hema ne ek tight lehenga-choli pehni thi, jo uske curves ko dikhati thi—ek typical gaon ki ladki ka look, lekin uske kapde thodi shaitani vibe ke saath the, jo uske flirty nature ko suit karta tha. Usne hair mein ek gajra lagaya hua tha, jo uske look ko aur sundar bana raha tha.



Pratap ne gambhir chehre ke saath poocha, “Chhote sahab, yeh kaise karne wale hain aap?”



Aryan ne thoda vague jawab diya, “Yahan ek group lao, unhe bolo ki kam se kam 100 meter gehri khudai karein. Jab khadda taiyaar ho jaye, mujhe batana.”



Usne zyada details nahi diye—akhir woh in logon par abhi itna trust nahi karta tha ki apna plan unke saamne kholkar rakh de.



“Chalo, Devraj chacha, yahan ka kaam ho gaya,” Aryan ne kaha, aur chhe log shahar ki taraf wapas chal diye. Pratap aur ek guard excavation group banane ke liye alag ho gaye.



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Haveli mein wapas aane ke baad, Devraj ne Aryan se poocha, “Chhote sahab, aap us khadde ke saath kya karne wale hain?”



Aryan ne ab chhupaya nahi, “Spiritual root ka problem hai spiritual energy ki kami. Mujhe nahi pata yeh kyun hua, lekin agar ek badi amount mein energy daal di jaye, toh root zameen se energy nahi churaayegi. Yeh main problem solve kar dega.”



“Main yeh karne wala hoon ki mai ek divine medicine us khadde mein daloonga. Phir usse dafan kar doonga. Isse spiritual root sirf us medicine se energy lega, aur zameen mein jeevit cheezon ko badhne dega,” Aryan ne samjhaaya. 100 meter gehra khadda isliye tha taaki root zameen ki energy na kheench sake.



“Yeh Kaalivan ki spiritual root ko purane dinon ki tarah theek kar dega, aur yahan ki spiritual energy density badh jayegi. Lekin isme 30 saal tak a time lag sakte hai, kyunki yeh energy bahut zyada hai. Phir bhi, 10 saal mein effects dikhne shuru ho jayenge—tab tak Kaalivan ki spiritual concentration Surkhila Kshetra jaisi ho jayegi, aur aage badhkar yeh ek high-concentration wala ilaaka ban jayega,” Aryan ne kaha, uski aankhon mein ek bada sapna jhalak raha tha.



“KYA?! Chhote sahab, aap itni mehngi medicine ko kyun waste kar rahe hain! Bhale hi Kaalivan theek ho jaye, lekin itni mehengi cheez barbad kanre ka kya fayda?” Devraj ka chehra ekdum safed pad gaya, jaise uska aadha khoon nikal gaya ho. Uske liye, jo Antriksh Rajya ki poori daulat ke baare mein nahi jaanta tha, yeh baat ekdum pagalpan thi—jaise Aryan paisa jala raha ho.



Aryan ne haskar kaha, “Devraj chacha, tension mat lo, mere paas aur bhi divine medicines hain. Is project ke liye ek use karna worth hai.” Antriksh Rajya mein lagbhag 30 divine medicines thi, toh Aryan ke liye yeh koi badi baat nahi thi.



Divine medicines itni powerful hoti thi ki ek medicine level 99 wale ko level 100 tak le ja sakti thi—matlab ek Devta bana sakti thi. Lekin duniya ke pehle human Devta se lekar ab tak, millions saal mein sirf 42 human Devta hi hue the! Yeh sirf resources ki kami ki wajah se nahi tha—problem yeh tha ki jo log level 100 tak pahunch sakte the, woh aksar usse pehle mar jate the. To Aryan ke paas 28 divine medicines baaki rehne ke bawajood, uska plan apne headquarters ko mazboot karna tha, aur yeh uske liye worth tha.



Devraj ne ek lambi saans li, lekin usse abhi bhi yeh samajh nahi aa raha tha ki medicine waste kyun karna hai. Par woh Aryan ke against nahi ja sakta tha.



Aryan ne aage kaha, “Devraj chacha, ek aur kaam hai. Sukha Nagar se 30 km door ek artificial jheel banane ke liye ek group taiyaar karo. Main yahan ki nadiyon ka paani aur Antriksh Rajya ke paani ko mix karna chahta hoon. Antriksh Rajya ka paani nutrients aur spiritual energy se bhara hai—yeh zameen ki quality aur khetibadi ke liye bahut madad karega.”



Devraj yeh aur doosre kaam ke liye nikal gaya, aur Aryan apne daftar mein akela reh gaya. Usne socha ki abhi cultivation ka time hai, toh woh Antriksh Rajya mein chala gaya.



Antriksh Rajya ke andar, Aryan ne teen ghante tak cultivate kiya, aur aakhirkaar woh level 3 tak pahunch gaya! Usne ek kaala kurta aur dhoti pehni thi, jo ek jawaan raja ke status ko dikhati thi—simple par commanding. Usse apni progress par khushi hui, kyunki 5 din mein level 0 se level 3 tak jaana ekdum tez tha. Agar yeh baat duniya mein fail jati, toh bade-bade samrajyon ke geniuses bhi jalne lagte.



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Cultivation ke baad, Aryan ne socha ki ab divine medicine harvest karne ka time hai jo spiritual root ko nourish karegi. Woh Antriksh Rajya ke andar ek bade ghar ki taraf gaya, jo ek jheel ke paas tha. Usne wahan se kuch tools liye aur ek bade garden ki taraf chala gaya, jahan herbs, tubers, aur fruit trees the—aur sab divine medicines.



Aryan ne ek medicine chuni jo zameen mein jad ke roop mein thi. Usne Shivendra Pratap ke gyaan se sikhi hui harvesting technique use ki. Kuch minute ke baad, uske haath mein ek badi si gajar jaisi cheez thi—ekdum perfect, bright narangi rang, koi bhi daag nahi. Yeh ek divine medicine thi jo spiritual root ko theek kar sakti thi.



Aryan ne usse apni spatial ring mein daal diya aur haveli mein wapas aa gaya.



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Teen din tezi se guzar gaye. Paschim wali zameen par 100 meter ka khadda khud gaya tha, aur artificial jheel abhi ban rahi thi. Kaalivan ka sabse bada problem aakhirkaar solve hone wala tha.



Jab Aryan khadde ke paas pahuncha, toh wahan Pratap aur Hema uska intezaar kar rahe the. Hema ne aaj ek dark red lehenga pehna tha, jo uske curves ko aur bhi ubhar raha tha, aur uske baal khule the, jismein ek chhota sa gajra laga tha.



Woh Aryan ko dekhte hi muskura di, “Raja sahab, yeh khadda taiyaar hai… ab aap kya karenge? Waise, aap is kaale kurte mein ekdum handsome lag rahe ho,” usne aankh maarte hue kaha.



Aryan ne ek halki si muskaan di, “Hema, handsome toh main hoon hi, lekin abhi zameen theek karni hai. Yeh khadda Kaalivan ki taqdeer badal dega.” Usne apni spatial ring se woh divine medicine nikali aur khadde mein daal diya. Phir usne Pratap ko ishaara kiya, “Ise dafan kar do.”



Pratap ne apne logon ko order diya, aur khadda mitti se bhar diya gaya. Hema ne Aryan ke kareeb aake poocha, “Raja sahab, yeh kya cheez thi? Itni chamak rahi thi… koi jaadu hai kya?” uski awaaz mein ek naughty vibe thi.



Aryan ne uske kareeb jhukkar kaha, “Hema, yeh jaadu hi hai… lekin asli jaadu toh ab hoga, jab yeh zameen hara-bhara ho jayega. Phir tujhe bhi ek jaadu dikhaunga,” usne ek playful tone mein kaha, aur Hema sharma ke hans di.



To be continued…….

Bahot behtareen shaandar update
Aryan level 3 per pahoch gaya sahi h
Ab dekhte h yeh Root kaam kerti h ya nahi

 

[F@ckYouBitch]

Update 8,9

Smith_15 agle update jaldi hi milege

 

[F@ckYouBitch]

Bahot behtareen shaandar update
Aryan level 3 per pahoch gaya sahi h
Ab dekhte h yeh Root kaam kerti h ya nahi

Naik haan dekhna hi pade ga

 

[Shahrukh]

Zabardast update bhai

 

[Smith_15]

Awesome beautiful

 

[Dhakad boy]

Chapter 7: Khetibadi ki Shuruaat





Pichhle teen dinon mein Aryan Rathore ne Sukha Nagar ke liye kuch khaas nahi kiya. Bas usne apne logon ko ek search shuru karne ka order diya, taaki shahar ke sabse talented logon ka pata chal sake. Yeh isliye kiya, kyunki jaldi hi usko guards ki tadaad badhani thi.



Abhi toh guards ki tadaad kam thi—sirf 30—lekin shahar ke paas abhi itni capacity nahi thi ki aur vacancies bana sake. Par yeh future mein badal jayega, jab Kaalivan ek powerhouse ban jayega.



Kal raat Aryan level 4 tak pahunch gaya tha, aur ab woh level 5 par tha. Aaj woh level 6 par bhi pahunch gaya, aur uska excitement ekdum sky high tha! Aaj woh apna plan test karne wala tha—Ajj Kaalivan ke problem ko ek baar aur check karke confirm karne ka din tha.



Aaj woh Devraj aur do guards ke saath paschim wali zameen par ja raha tha, jahan 100-meter ka khadda tha. Dono guards ko Devraj ne carefully chuna tha, taaki koi bhi leak na ho jo Aryan karne wala tha. Bhale hi guards ko yeh pata nahi tha ki wahan divine medicine dafan ki ja chuki hai, par Aryan koi risk nahi lena chahta tha. Isliye aur koi log wahan nahi the.



Kuch minute spiritual beasts par chalne ke baad, group wahan pahunch gaya. Jagah ekdum khali thi—bas woh khadda aur aaspaas ki banjar zameen.



Aryan ne pehle se dafan ki hui divine medicine ke asar ko check karne ka socha. Usne Devraj ki taraf dekha aur kaha, “Devraj chacha, us din jaisa move dobara karo—heaven aur earth ki energy converge karo, par is baar khadde ke thoda door. Dekhte hain kya spiritual root ab bhi energy kheenchegi.”



Devraj, jiska safed kurta aur dhoti ek healer ke role ko dikhata tha, ne Aryan ke order ka palan kiya. Usne ek badi amount mein spiritual energy converge ki aur usse khadde se thoda door zameen ki taraf bheja. Par is baar kuch alag hua—energy zameen mein gayi, par wapas nahi kheechi gayi! Bas ek 1-meter gehra gadda ban gaya.



Matlab, spiritual root ab zameen se free energy nahi kheench rahi thi, Devraj ke chehre par ek halki si muskaan aayi, aur usne kaha, “Lagta hai problem solve ho gayi, chhote sahab. Aap sahi the. Ab tum log, yeh gadda bhar do.” Usne dono guards ko ishaara kiya, jinhone leather ke kurte aur dhoti pehni huyi thi



Aryan ne ek lambi saans li, uske dil se ek bada bojh utar gaya. Ab uske saamne ek lamba kaam tha—Kaalivan ko ek thriving khetibadi wala shahar banana. Par yeh koi sadharan khetibadi nahi hogi—yeh high spiritual concentration wali crops hogi.



Aryan ka plan tha artificial jheel ke paani ka use karna, jo Antriksh Rajya ke paani se mix tha. Is paani mein spiritual energy aur nutrients bhare hue the, jo crops ko ekdum zabardast banayenge.



Aryan ka plan yeh bhi tha ki Antriksh Rajya se gire hue patte collect kare aur unhe Kaalivan ke natural fertilizer ke saath mix kare. Jisse ek super fertilizer banayega, jo zameen ko aur behtar karega. Antriksh Rajya ki items toh abi Aryan khud bhi consume nahi kar sakta tha—socho, un patton ka yahan kya asar hoga.



“Devraj chacha, chalo wapas chalte hain. Humein crops decide karne hain jo hum lagaayenge. Aur haan, woh khetibadi group taiyaar ho gaya kya?” Aryan ne group ke saath haveli ki taraf chalte hue poocha.



Devraj ne jawab diya, “Poora group abhi taiyaar nahi hua hai, lekin artificial jheel ke banne se pehle ho jayega.”



“Hmm, yeh achha hai. Crops ke baare mein maine soch liya hai—hum shuruaat mein gehun, makka, aur chawal lagaayenge. Yeh teen cheezein Central Continent ke north mein bahut demand mein hain, aur inka harvest time bhi kam hai,” Aryan ne kaha, uska dimaag ek raja ki tarah chal raha tha.



Spiritual World mein khetibadi kaafi advanced thi—ek hectare se 9 se 15 ton tak yield milta tha, aur harvest sirf 2-3 mahine mein ho jata tha, depending on crop. Yeh Kaalivan ke liye ekdum perfect tha.



Devraj ne sar hilaya, “Yeh sahi choice lagti hai, chhote sahab.”



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Haveli wapas aake, Devraj apne kaam mein lag gaya, jabki Aryan apne daftar mein chala gaya. Usne secretary Meera ko bulaya, kyunki usse kuch sawal poochne the. Woh khetibadi ko export ke liye develop karna chahta tha, par pehle local market par kabza karna jaruri tha.



Aryan ka plan tha ki uski crops mein normal khane se zyada spiritual energy hogi, toh woh Sukha Nagar ke market mein ekdum hit honge. Isliye usne do phases mein kaam karne ka socha—pehle thodi zameen taiyaar karke Sukha Nagar ki demand poori karna, phir export shuru karna.



Iske do reasons the. Pehla, woh apne shahar ki overall taakat badhana chahta tha. Doosra, uske paas abhi na toh kaafi mazdoor the, na hi zameen, na hi beej! Zameen toh dheere-dheere theek hogi, aur yeh sab ek cycle mein kaam karega—thodi zameen taiyaar karo, crops ugao, local market mein becho, profit kamao, aur phir invest karke grow karo. Foreign market tak pahunchne mein saal lag sakte the, par yeh Aryan ka plan tha.



Aryan ne Meera ko dekha, jo aaj ek tight dark green salwar-kameez mein thi, jo uske curves ko ekdum highlight kar rahi thi. Uske baal khule the, aur ek chhoti si bindi uske maathe par thi—ek typical desi look, lekin thodi shaitani vibe ke saath, jo uske flirty nature ko suit karta tha. Woh andar aayi aur ek naughty si muskaan ke saath boli, “Raja sahab, mujhe bulaya? Kya baat hai, aaj itne serious kyun lag rahe ho?”



Aryan ne ek halki si muskaan di, “Meera, serious toh main hoon hi, par tu bhi toh serious kaam ke liye aayi hai na? Mujhe Sukha Nagar ke logon ke khane ki consumption ka data chahiye. Kaun de sakta hai yeh jankari?”



Meera ne jawab diya, “Chhote sahab, main hi yeh jankari de sakti hoon. Yahan local sarkar mein koi iska khas dhyaan nahi rakhta.”



“Theek hai, toh mujhe chawal, gehun, aur makka ka average consumption jaldi se list karke do,” Aryan ne kaha, uski awaaz mein ek commanding tone tha.



Meera ne sar hilaya, “Thik hai, main jaldi se kar deti hoon,” aur woh ek playful smile ke saath nikal gayi, apne hips ko thoda zyada sway karte hue, jaise Aryan ko tease kar rahi ho.



Uske baad, Aryan shahar mein ghoomne nikal gaya. Woh Sukha Nagar ki zindagi ko closely dekhna chahta tha, aur shayad woh kahin khana bhi kha le ruk kar.



Par usse kuch khaas nahi dikha. Log bas apne kaam mein lage hue the—jaise bas survive kar rahe ho, aur kuch nahi. Koi excitement nahi, koi interest nahi. Yeh jagah sach mein ajeeb thi, bhenchod!



“Hmm, behtar hai main wapas jaake cultivate karun…” Aryan ne socha aur haveli ki taraf chal diya.



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Do din aur guzar gaye, aur Aryan ab level 6 tak pahunch gaya tha. Artificial jheel bhi ban kar taiyaar ho gayi thi, aur uska aadha hissa yahan ke nadiyon ke paani se bhar gaya tha.



Yeh sunte hi, Aryan ne Antriksh Rajya se teen spatial rings li, unhe wahan ke paani se bhara, aur jheel mein daal diya. Kuch baar yeh process repeat karne ke baad, jheel poori tarah bhar gayi. Ab bas zameen ko transform karna tha, aur phir production shuru karna tha.



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Idhar Sukha Nagar mein ek afwaah tezi se fail rahi thi. Kehne wale bol rahe the ki Kaalivan ka naya raja, Aryan Rathore, 200 logon ko khetibadi ke liye hire kar raha hai.



Shahar ke ek kone mein, kuch log is baare mein baat kar rahe the.



“Yeh kya bakwaas hai? Yeh chhokra kya samjta hai apne aap ko? Khetibadi ke liye log kyun chahiye? Kya isse lagta hai ki yahan kuch uga lega bas chaahne se?” ek aadmi ne gusse mein kaha, usne ek purani dhoti aur kurta pehna tha.



“Hehehe, shayad isse kisi ne bataya hi nahi ki yahan ka kya haal hai. Tabhi toh isne aisi jagah accept kar li,” doosre ne haskar kaha, uske daant toote hue the, aur usne ek ganda sa kurta pehna tha.



“Tch, maine suna hai ki unhone zameen theek karne ka tareeka dhoondh liya hai. Mera bhai shahar ke sipahiyon mein hai, usne bataya ki jab se yeh Aryan Rathore aaya hai, unhone ek artificial jheel aur paschim mein ek bada khadda banaya hai,” ek jawaan ladke ne kaha, jo group ke beech mein tha. Usne ek sasta sa kurta aur dhoti pehni thi.



“Aur tu is baat par yakeen kar liya? Hazaaron saal se koi yeh problem solve nahi kar paya, yeh chhokra kya kar lega?” ek shakki aadmi ne poocha.



“Mujhe nahi pata kaise, lekin suna hai ki 40 low-grade crystals har mahine denge,” ek aadmi ne kaha, jo is payment mein kaafi interested lag raha tha.



‘Agar yeh sach hai, toh main zaroor join karunga,’ kuch logon ne socha.

Aisi baatein poore shahar mein fail rahi thi. Zyadatar log shak kar rahe the, par kuch ko ummeed thi ki yeh afwaah sach ho.



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Shahar ke ek doosre hisse mein, ek jawaan ladki ek hotel ke porch par baithi thi. Usne ek neela lehenga-choli pehni thi, jo uske fair complexion ko suit kar rahi tha. Uske golden baal aur hari aankhein thi—ekdum alag look, jo yahan ke logon se kaafi different tha. Yeh thi Roshni, ek vyapari jo Stone Island se thi, aur Rajputana Rajya ke business trip se wapas aa rahi thi.



Woh hotel ke ek kaamgar se naye raja ke baare mein baat sun rahi thi, aur soch rahi thi ki yeh Aryan Rathore Kaalivan ki problem kaise solve kar sakta hai.



“Aryan Rathore, huh… Interesting. Dekhte hain yeh ladka kya kar sakta hai. Agar yeh afwaah sach hai, toh main yahan business shuru kar sakti hoon, khabar failne se pehle hi,” Roshni ne socha.



“Eduard, hum agle ek mahine yahan rukenge. Mujhe dekhna hai ki yeh afwaah sach hai ya nahi,” usne apne personal guard se kaha, jo ek lamba aadmi tha, jiske chehre par ek bada sa daag tha, aur usne ek leather ka kurta aur dhoti pehna tha.



Roshni ji, Yeh jagah toh bilkul mujhe bekar lagti hai,” Eduard ne kaha.



“Hmph, agar afwaah sach nikli, toh yeh bilkul bekar nahi rahegi. Aur ek mahine rukne se mujhe koi nuksaan bhi nahi hoga,” Roshni ne jawab diya, uski aankhon mein ek vyapari ki chamak thi.



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Artificial jheel ke banne ke teen din baad, beej aur khetibadi group taiyaar ho gaye the. Aryan ab level 6 par tha, aur aaj 200 kisaan jo select hue the, woh 3 hectare zameen par kaam shuru karne wale the.



Abhi ke liye itni hi zameen thi, kyunki mazdoor aur resources ki kami thi.

Par zyada se zyada 3 mahine baad, jab harvest ho jayega, agar sab kuch local market mein bech diya jaye, toh 55,000 low-grade crystals ka profit hoga, agar grains competition ke barabar price par beche gaye. Isse Aryan mazdoor ki tadaad teen guna kar sakta tha, ek low-level array banwa sakta tha shahar ki spiritual concentration badhane ke liye, aur guards ki number bhi badha sakta tha.



Aryan ka plan tha ki kuch mahine baad ek academy banaye, Kaalivan Sena ke liye, jahan future ke sipahi Black-grade aur Silver-grade techniques seekhenge, aur kaafi resources milenge. Par yeh toh bas shuruaat thi. Pehle mahinon mein 10 ton production se, Kaalivan ki monthly demand ka chhota sa hissa poora hoga.



Central Continent ke north mein bada trade presence banane mein waqt lagega. Par yeh waqt unhe apni taakat badhane ke liye bhi chahiye tha, kyunki kuch economic powers ko naya competitor pasand nahi aayega.



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Us dopahar, Aryan teen logon se milne gaya. Yeh teen jawaan students the Kala Tara Academy ke, jo Sukha Nagar ki local spiritual academy thi.



Spiritual academies woh jagah hoti thi jahan 6 se 10 saal ke bacche cultivation ke basics, specializations, aur geopolitics seekhte the, depending on jagah. Yeh academies almost har human shahar mein hoti thi, kyunki har koi apne ghar mein yeh sab nahi seekh sakta tha. Bade khandaan bhi apne bacchon ko best academies mein bhejte the.



Kala Tara Academy Rajputana Rajya ki capital wali academies ke saamne kuch nahi thi, par Sukha Nagar ke logon ke liye yahi thi.



Aryan teen students se milne ja raha tha jo jaldi graduate hone wale the, kyunki search jo usne karwaya tha, woh complete ho gaya tha. Usmein Aryan ko pata chala ki Kala Tara Academy ke teen students ke paas Black talent hai.



Yeh ekdum shocking tha! Kaalivan jaise ilaake mein, jahan zyadatar log White ya Blue talent ke hote hain, wahan Black talent wale log bahut rare hote the. Par yeh possible tha—jab population badi ho, toh kabhi-kabhi aise talented log paida ho jate hain, jo apne maa-baap se zyada talent leke aate hain. Par aise log aksar yahan zyada nahi dikhte, kyunki unke parivaar unke talent ka pata chalne ke baad (10 saal se pehle) doosre ilaakon mein chale jate hain.



Aryan chahta tha ki yeh teen uske saath rahein. Woh ek aisa offer dena chahta tha jisse yeh parivaar Sukha Nagar mein ruk jayein aur yahin develop karein.



Usne Meera ko kaha tha ki Kala Tara Academy mein yeh meeting set kare, kyunki in teenon mein se do students ek social program ke through academy mein aaye the, jismein unhe fees nahi deni padti thi. Yeh program ek loan jaisa tha—students ko graduate hone ke baad paise wapas dene hote the, agar unka talent kam se kam Blue hai toh. Warna unhone kuch nahi dena hota tha, kyunki regional forces ko Blue talent wale logon ki zarurat hoti thi, jo level 39 tak easily pahunch sakte the.



Teenon ke naam the—do ladke, Raghav aur Laksh, aur ek ladki, Anjali. Inmein se koi bhi bade khandaan ya nawabi gharane se nahi tha, toh inka koi surname nahi tha. Is duniya mein surname tab hota tha jab koi apni taakat se naam kama le, ya bade khandaan mein paida ho.



Kuch minute chalte hue, Aryan Kala Tara Academy ke entrance par pahunch gaya. Yeh jagah uski haveli se zyada door nahi thi—bas kuch blocks ki doori par thi. Building theek-thaak condition mein tha, star ke shape ka, aur do manzil ka. Yeh gray color ka tha, aur sadak ki taraf kaafi khidkiyan thi.



Aaj Aryan ke saath sirf do personal guards the, jo level 35 aur 37 par the. Dono ne leather ke kurte aur dhoti pehne the. Devraj khetibadi ke kaam mein busy tha, toh woh nahi aa saka. Par aisi meeting ke liye zyada taakat ki zarurat bhi nahi thi.



Teeno andar ja rahe the, jab ek adhed umar ki aurat ne unhe roka. Woh thodi moti thi, aur uske daaye gaal par ek bada sa til tha. Usne ek purani si saree pehni thi, jo uske sadharan role ko dikhati thi.



Usne befikre andaaz mein poocha, “Kala Tara Academy mein swagat hai. Aap log yahan kyun aaye hain?”



Aryan ne jawab diya, “Main hoon Aryan Rathore. Meri secretary Meera ne principal Shyam Gill aur students Raghav aur Laksh ke saath meeting set ki thi.”



Aurat ekdum chaunk gayi ki yeh ladka Kaalivan ka naya raja hai. Logon ko pata tha ki naya raja jawaan hai, par yeh nahi pata tha ki Aryan sirf 15 saal ka hai. Aksar raja toh umar mein bade hote hain na!



“Toh aap hain chhote sahab Aryan. Shyam ji apne daftar mein hain. Main aapko wahan le chalti hoon,” usne kaha aur doosri manzil par ek kamre ki taraf chal di.



Kamre ke saamne ek bada wooden bench tha, jahan do ladke baithkar baat kar rahe the. Yeh the Raghav aur Laksh. Dono ne sadharan kurte aur dhoti pehne the, jo academy ke students ke hisab se theek the.



Aryan us aurat ke peeche principal ke daftar mein gaya. Kamre mein teen log baat kar rahe the—do ek taraf table par baithe the, aur ek table ke end par. Yeh Raghav aur Laksh ke parivaar wale the, aur teesra tha principal Shyam Gill.



“Shyam ji, yeh hain Aryan Rathore,” aurat ne kaha.



Shyam, jiske chehre par koi expression nahi tha, aur usne ek safed kurta-pajama pehna tha jo uske principal wale role ko suit karta tha, ne jawab diya, “Milkar achha laga. Meera ji se suna tha ki chhote sahab Raghav aur Laksh se milna chahte hain, sahi hai na?”



“Haan, bilkul. Main haal hi mein Sukha Nagar aaya hoon, aur jo search karwaya tha, usse mujhe in dono ke talents ke baare mein pata chala,” Aryan ne adab se kaha.



“Aaj main yahan ek offer ke liye aaya hoon, jo inke parivaar ke liye kaafi attractive ho sakta hai. Mujhe pata hai aap log Kaalivan chhodne ka plan bana rahe honge, par pehle mera offer sun lo.”



Raghav ka baap, Raman, jo ek sadharan sa aadmi tha aur usne ek purana kurta-dhoti pehna tha, ne hanskar kaha, “Hmph, tum chahte ho ki hum is bekar jagah mein ruk jayein? Pata nahi kya offer dene wale ho, par mujhe nahi lagta ki tum Shyam ji ke khandaan se behtar kuch de sakte ho.



Raman ek aisa aadmi tha jo zyada sochta nahi tha—bas jo saamne dikhta tha, ussi par yakeen karta tha.



Doosra aadmi tha Gautam, Laksh ka bada bhai. Unke maa-baap mar chuke the, aur woh apne do chhote bhai-behen ka khayal rakhta tha—Laksh aur ek 7 saal ki behen, Aarti. Gautam ek hoshiyar aadmi tha, aur usne bhi ek sadharan kurta-dhoti pehna tha, par uski aankhon mein ek curious chamak thi. Woh Aryan ke baare mein jaanna chahta tha, kyunki afwaah thi ki is naye raja ne Kaalivan ka problem solve kar diya hai.



Gautam ne poocha, “Chhote sahab, humare liye kya offer hai? Humara Shyam ji ke khandaan ke saath pehle se agreement hai. Pata nahi woh cancel ho sakta hai ya nahi.”



Shyam ne sar hilaya, “Haan, humne Raghav aur Laksh par 4 saal se invest kiya hai. Hum aise hi unhe chhod nahi sakte.”



Aryan ne kaha, “Main situation samajhta hoon, lekin mera offer dono sides ke liye hai. Par faisla toh in dono ke parivaar ka hai. Shyam ji ke khandaan ne toh bas inki basic education ke liye paisa diya tha—yeh 1,000 low-grade crystals se zyada nahi hoga…”



Aryan ne Shyam ki taraf dekha aur kaha, “Main jo offer de raha hoon, woh Shyam ji ka khandaan nahi de sakta. Main unhe underestimate nahi kar raha, lekin wahan yeh dono utne important nahi rahenge. Unhe kam crystals aur kam grade ki techniques milengi, par mere saath zyada milega.”



“Main Shyam ji ke khandaan ko 4,000 low-grade crystals har ladke ke liye refund dunga, jo Kaalivan mein rukne ka faisla karega. Aur inke parivaar ke liye, kuch din soch lo ki Shyam ji ke khandaan se kya mil sakta hai, aur phir meri haveli mein aake baat karo. Main tab poora offer bataunga. Par yeh guarantee hai ki main Black-grade cultivation technique de sakta hoon, jaise hi yeh dono 10 saal ke hote hain,” Aryan ne confidence ke saath kaha, uski awaaz mein ek raja ka swag tha.



To be continued…..

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Chapter 7: Khetibadi ki Shuruaat





Pichhle teen dinon mein Aryan Rathore ne Sukha Nagar ke liye kuch khaas nahi kiya. Bas usne apne logon ko ek search shuru karne ka order diya, taaki shahar ke sabse talented logon ka pata chal sake. Yeh isliye kiya, kyunki jaldi hi usko guards ki tadaad badhani thi.



Abhi toh guards ki tadaad kam thi—sirf 30—lekin shahar ke paas abhi itni capacity nahi thi ki aur vacancies bana sake. Par yeh future mein badal jayega, jab Kaalivan ek powerhouse ban jayega.



Kal raat Aryan level 4 tak pahunch gaya tha, aur ab woh level 5 par tha. Aaj woh level 6 par bhi pahunch gaya, aur uska excitement ekdum sky high tha! Aaj woh apna plan test karne wala tha—Ajj Kaalivan ke problem ko ek baar aur check karke confirm karne ka din tha.



Aaj woh Devraj aur do guards ke saath paschim wali zameen par ja raha tha, jahan 100-meter ka khadda tha. Dono guards ko Devraj ne carefully chuna tha, taaki koi bhi leak na ho jo Aryan karne wala tha. Bhale hi guards ko yeh pata nahi tha ki wahan divine medicine dafan ki ja chuki hai, par Aryan koi risk nahi lena chahta tha. Isliye aur koi log wahan nahi the.



Kuch minute spiritual beasts par chalne ke baad, group wahan pahunch gaya. Jagah ekdum khali thi—bas woh khadda aur aaspaas ki banjar zameen.



Aryan ne pehle se dafan ki hui divine medicine ke asar ko check karne ka socha. Usne Devraj ki taraf dekha aur kaha, “Devraj chacha, us din jaisa move dobara karo—heaven aur earth ki energy converge karo, par is baar khadde ke thoda door. Dekhte hain kya spiritual root ab bhi energy kheenchegi.”



Devraj, jiska safed kurta aur dhoti ek healer ke role ko dikhata tha, ne Aryan ke order ka palan kiya. Usne ek badi amount mein spiritual energy converge ki aur usse khadde se thoda door zameen ki taraf bheja. Par is baar kuch alag hua—energy zameen mein gayi, par wapas nahi kheechi gayi! Bas ek 1-meter gehra gadda ban gaya.



Matlab, spiritual root ab zameen se free energy nahi kheench rahi thi, Devraj ke chehre par ek halki si muskaan aayi, aur usne kaha, “Lagta hai problem solve ho gayi, chhote sahab. Aap sahi the. Ab tum log, yeh gadda bhar do.” Usne dono guards ko ishaara kiya, jinhone leather ke kurte aur dhoti pehni huyi thi



Aryan ne ek lambi saans li, uske dil se ek bada bojh utar gaya. Ab uske saamne ek lamba kaam tha—Kaalivan ko ek thriving khetibadi wala shahar banana. Par yeh koi sadharan khetibadi nahi hogi—yeh high spiritual concentration wali crops hogi.



Aryan ka plan tha artificial jheel ke paani ka use karna, jo Antriksh Rajya ke paani se mix tha. Is paani mein spiritual energy aur nutrients bhare hue the, jo crops ko ekdum zabardast banayenge.



Aryan ka plan yeh bhi tha ki Antriksh Rajya se gire hue patte collect kare aur unhe Kaalivan ke natural fertilizer ke saath mix kare. Jisse ek super fertilizer banayega, jo zameen ko aur behtar karega. Antriksh Rajya ki items toh abi Aryan khud bhi consume nahi kar sakta tha—socho, un patton ka yahan kya asar hoga.



“Devraj chacha, chalo wapas chalte hain. Humein crops decide karne hain jo hum lagaayenge. Aur haan, woh khetibadi group taiyaar ho gaya kya?” Aryan ne group ke saath haveli ki taraf chalte hue poocha.



Devraj ne jawab diya, “Poora group abhi taiyaar nahi hua hai, lekin artificial jheel ke banne se pehle ho jayega.”



“Hmm, yeh achha hai. Crops ke baare mein maine soch liya hai—hum shuruaat mein gehun, makka, aur chawal lagaayenge. Yeh teen cheezein Central Continent ke north mein bahut demand mein hain, aur inka harvest time bhi kam hai,” Aryan ne kaha, uska dimaag ek raja ki tarah chal raha tha.



Spiritual World mein khetibadi kaafi advanced thi—ek hectare se 9 se 15 ton tak yield milta tha, aur harvest sirf 2-3 mahine mein ho jata tha, depending on crop. Yeh Kaalivan ke liye ekdum perfect tha.



Devraj ne sar hilaya, “Yeh sahi choice lagti hai, chhote sahab.”



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Haveli wapas aake, Devraj apne kaam mein lag gaya, jabki Aryan apne daftar mein chala gaya. Usne secretary Meera ko bulaya, kyunki usse kuch sawal poochne the. Woh khetibadi ko export ke liye develop karna chahta tha, par pehle local market par kabza karna jaruri tha.



Aryan ka plan tha ki uski crops mein normal khane se zyada spiritual energy hogi, toh woh Sukha Nagar ke market mein ekdum hit honge. Isliye usne do phases mein kaam karne ka socha—pehle thodi zameen taiyaar karke Sukha Nagar ki demand poori karna, phir export shuru karna.



Iske do reasons the. Pehla, woh apne shahar ki overall taakat badhana chahta tha. Doosra, uske paas abhi na toh kaafi mazdoor the, na hi zameen, na hi beej! Zameen toh dheere-dheere theek hogi, aur yeh sab ek cycle mein kaam karega—thodi zameen taiyaar karo, crops ugao, local market mein becho, profit kamao, aur phir invest karke grow karo. Foreign market tak pahunchne mein saal lag sakte the, par yeh Aryan ka plan tha.



Aryan ne Meera ko dekha, jo aaj ek tight dark green salwar-kameez mein thi, jo uske curves ko ekdum highlight kar rahi thi. Uske baal khule the, aur ek chhoti si bindi uske maathe par thi—ek typical desi look, lekin thodi shaitani vibe ke saath, jo uske flirty nature ko suit karta tha. Woh andar aayi aur ek naughty si muskaan ke saath boli, “Raja sahab, mujhe bulaya? Kya baat hai, aaj itne serious kyun lag rahe ho?”



Aryan ne ek halki si muskaan di, “Meera, serious toh main hoon hi, par tu bhi toh serious kaam ke liye aayi hai na? Mujhe Sukha Nagar ke logon ke khane ki consumption ka data chahiye. Kaun de sakta hai yeh jankari?”



Meera ne jawab diya, “Chhote sahab, main hi yeh jankari de sakti hoon. Yahan local sarkar mein koi iska khas dhyaan nahi rakhta.”



“Theek hai, toh mujhe chawal, gehun, aur makka ka average consumption jaldi se list karke do,” Aryan ne kaha, uski awaaz mein ek commanding tone tha.



Meera ne sar hilaya, “Thik hai, main jaldi se kar deti hoon,” aur woh ek playful smile ke saath nikal gayi, apne hips ko thoda zyada sway karte hue, jaise Aryan ko tease kar rahi ho.



Uske baad, Aryan shahar mein ghoomne nikal gaya. Woh Sukha Nagar ki zindagi ko closely dekhna chahta tha, aur shayad woh kahin khana bhi kha le ruk kar.



Par usse kuch khaas nahi dikha. Log bas apne kaam mein lage hue the—jaise bas survive kar rahe ho, aur kuch nahi. Koi excitement nahi, koi interest nahi. Yeh jagah sach mein ajeeb thi, bhenchod!



“Hmm, behtar hai main wapas jaake cultivate karun…” Aryan ne socha aur haveli ki taraf chal diya.



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Do din aur guzar gaye, aur Aryan ab level 6 tak pahunch gaya tha. Artificial jheel bhi ban kar taiyaar ho gayi thi, aur uska aadha hissa yahan ke nadiyon ke paani se bhar gaya tha.



Yeh sunte hi, Aryan ne Antriksh Rajya se teen spatial rings li, unhe wahan ke paani se bhara, aur jheel mein daal diya. Kuch baar yeh process repeat karne ke baad, jheel poori tarah bhar gayi. Ab bas zameen ko transform karna tha, aur phir production shuru karna tha.



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Idhar Sukha Nagar mein ek afwaah tezi se fail rahi thi. Kehne wale bol rahe the ki Kaalivan ka naya raja, Aryan Rathore, 200 logon ko khetibadi ke liye hire kar raha hai.



Shahar ke ek kone mein, kuch log is baare mein baat kar rahe the.



“Yeh kya bakwaas hai? Yeh chhokra kya samjta hai apne aap ko? Khetibadi ke liye log kyun chahiye? Kya isse lagta hai ki yahan kuch uga lega bas chaahne se?” ek aadmi ne gusse mein kaha, usne ek purani dhoti aur kurta pehna tha.



“Hehehe, shayad isse kisi ne bataya hi nahi ki yahan ka kya haal hai. Tabhi toh isne aisi jagah accept kar li,” doosre ne haskar kaha, uske daant toote hue the, aur usne ek ganda sa kurta pehna tha.



“Tch, maine suna hai ki unhone zameen theek karne ka tareeka dhoondh liya hai. Mera bhai shahar ke sipahiyon mein hai, usne bataya ki jab se yeh Aryan Rathore aaya hai, unhone ek artificial jheel aur paschim mein ek bada khadda banaya hai,” ek jawaan ladke ne kaha, jo group ke beech mein tha. Usne ek sasta sa kurta aur dhoti pehni thi.



“Aur tu is baat par yakeen kar liya? Hazaaron saal se koi yeh problem solve nahi kar paya, yeh chhokra kya kar lega?” ek shakki aadmi ne poocha.



“Mujhe nahi pata kaise, lekin suna hai ki 40 low-grade crystals har mahine denge,” ek aadmi ne kaha, jo is payment mein kaafi interested lag raha tha.



‘Agar yeh sach hai, toh main zaroor join karunga,’ kuch logon ne socha.

Aisi baatein poore shahar mein fail rahi thi. Zyadatar log shak kar rahe the, par kuch ko ummeed thi ki yeh afwaah sach ho.



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Shahar ke ek doosre hisse mein, ek jawaan ladki ek hotel ke porch par baithi thi. Usne ek neela lehenga-choli pehni thi, jo uske fair complexion ko suit kar rahi tha. Uske golden baal aur hari aankhein thi—ekdum alag look, jo yahan ke logon se kaafi different tha. Yeh thi Roshni, ek vyapari jo Stone Island se thi, aur Rajputana Rajya ke business trip se wapas aa rahi thi.



Woh hotel ke ek kaamgar se naye raja ke baare mein baat sun rahi thi, aur soch rahi thi ki yeh Aryan Rathore Kaalivan ki problem kaise solve kar sakta hai.



“Aryan Rathore, huh… Interesting. Dekhte hain yeh ladka kya kar sakta hai. Agar yeh afwaah sach hai, toh main yahan business shuru kar sakti hoon, khabar failne se pehle hi,” Roshni ne socha.



“Eduard, hum agle ek mahine yahan rukenge. Mujhe dekhna hai ki yeh afwaah sach hai ya nahi,” usne apne personal guard se kaha, jo ek lamba aadmi tha, jiske chehre par ek bada sa daag tha, aur usne ek leather ka kurta aur dhoti pehna tha.



Roshni ji, Yeh jagah toh bilkul mujhe bekar lagti hai,” Eduard ne kaha.



“Hmph, agar afwaah sach nikli, toh yeh bilkul bekar nahi rahegi. Aur ek mahine rukne se mujhe koi nuksaan bhi nahi hoga,” Roshni ne jawab diya, uski aankhon mein ek vyapari ki chamak thi.



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Artificial jheel ke banne ke teen din baad, beej aur khetibadi group taiyaar ho gaye the. Aryan ab level 6 par tha, aur aaj 200 kisaan jo select hue the, woh 3 hectare zameen par kaam shuru karne wale the.



Abhi ke liye itni hi zameen thi, kyunki mazdoor aur resources ki kami thi.

Par zyada se zyada 3 mahine baad, jab harvest ho jayega, agar sab kuch local market mein bech diya jaye, toh 55,000 low-grade crystals ka profit hoga, agar grains competition ke barabar price par beche gaye. Isse Aryan mazdoor ki tadaad teen guna kar sakta tha, ek low-level array banwa sakta tha shahar ki spiritual concentration badhane ke liye, aur guards ki number bhi badha sakta tha.



Aryan ka plan tha ki kuch mahine baad ek academy banaye, Kaalivan Sena ke liye, jahan future ke sipahi Black-grade aur Silver-grade techniques seekhenge, aur kaafi resources milenge. Par yeh toh bas shuruaat thi. Pehle mahinon mein 10 ton production se, Kaalivan ki monthly demand ka chhota sa hissa poora hoga.



Central Continent ke north mein bada trade presence banane mein waqt lagega. Par yeh waqt unhe apni taakat badhane ke liye bhi chahiye tha, kyunki kuch economic powers ko naya competitor pasand nahi aayega.



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Us dopahar, Aryan teen logon se milne gaya. Yeh teen jawaan students the Kala Tara Academy ke, jo Sukha Nagar ki local spiritual academy thi.



Spiritual academies woh jagah hoti thi jahan 6 se 10 saal ke bacche cultivation ke basics, specializations, aur geopolitics seekhte the, depending on jagah. Yeh academies almost har human shahar mein hoti thi, kyunki har koi apne ghar mein yeh sab nahi seekh sakta tha. Bade khandaan bhi apne bacchon ko best academies mein bhejte the.



Kala Tara Academy Rajputana Rajya ki capital wali academies ke saamne kuch nahi thi, par Sukha Nagar ke logon ke liye yahi thi.



Aryan teen students se milne ja raha tha jo jaldi graduate hone wale the, kyunki search jo usne karwaya tha, woh complete ho gaya tha. Usmein Aryan ko pata chala ki Kala Tara Academy ke teen students ke paas Black talent hai.



Yeh ekdum shocking tha! Kaalivan jaise ilaake mein, jahan zyadatar log White ya Blue talent ke hote hain, wahan Black talent wale log bahut rare hote the. Par yeh possible tha—jab population badi ho, toh kabhi-kabhi aise talented log paida ho jate hain, jo apne maa-baap se zyada talent leke aate hain. Par aise log aksar yahan zyada nahi dikhte, kyunki unke parivaar unke talent ka pata chalne ke baad (10 saal se pehle) doosre ilaakon mein chale jate hain.



Aryan chahta tha ki yeh teen uske saath rahein. Woh ek aisa offer dena chahta tha jisse yeh parivaar Sukha Nagar mein ruk jayein aur yahin develop karein.



Usne Meera ko kaha tha ki Kala Tara Academy mein yeh meeting set kare, kyunki in teenon mein se do students ek social program ke through academy mein aaye the, jismein unhe fees nahi deni padti thi. Yeh program ek loan jaisa tha—students ko graduate hone ke baad paise wapas dene hote the, agar unka talent kam se kam Blue hai toh. Warna unhone kuch nahi dena hota tha, kyunki regional forces ko Blue talent wale logon ki zarurat hoti thi, jo level 39 tak easily pahunch sakte the.



Teenon ke naam the—do ladke, Raghav aur Laksh, aur ek ladki, Anjali. Inmein se koi bhi bade khandaan ya nawabi gharane se nahi tha, toh inka koi surname nahi tha. Is duniya mein surname tab hota tha jab koi apni taakat se naam kama le, ya bade khandaan mein paida ho.



Kuch minute chalte hue, Aryan Kala Tara Academy ke entrance par pahunch gaya. Yeh jagah uski haveli se zyada door nahi thi—bas kuch blocks ki doori par thi. Building theek-thaak condition mein tha, star ke shape ka, aur do manzil ka. Yeh gray color ka tha, aur sadak ki taraf kaafi khidkiyan thi.



Aaj Aryan ke saath sirf do personal guards the, jo level 35 aur 37 par the. Dono ne leather ke kurte aur dhoti pehne the. Devraj khetibadi ke kaam mein busy tha, toh woh nahi aa saka. Par aisi meeting ke liye zyada taakat ki zarurat bhi nahi thi.



Teeno andar ja rahe the, jab ek adhed umar ki aurat ne unhe roka. Woh thodi moti thi, aur uske daaye gaal par ek bada sa til tha. Usne ek purani si saree pehni thi, jo uske sadharan role ko dikhati thi.



Usne befikre andaaz mein poocha, “Kala Tara Academy mein swagat hai. Aap log yahan kyun aaye hain?”



Aryan ne jawab diya, “Main hoon Aryan Rathore. Meri secretary Meera ne principal Shyam Gill aur students Raghav aur Laksh ke saath meeting set ki thi.”



Aurat ekdum chaunk gayi ki yeh ladka Kaalivan ka naya raja hai. Logon ko pata tha ki naya raja jawaan hai, par yeh nahi pata tha ki Aryan sirf 15 saal ka hai. Aksar raja toh umar mein bade hote hain na!



“Toh aap hain chhote sahab Aryan. Shyam ji apne daftar mein hain. Main aapko wahan le chalti hoon,” usne kaha aur doosri manzil par ek kamre ki taraf chal di.



Kamre ke saamne ek bada wooden bench tha, jahan do ladke baithkar baat kar rahe the. Yeh the Raghav aur Laksh. Dono ne sadharan kurte aur dhoti pehne the, jo academy ke students ke hisab se theek the.



Aryan us aurat ke peeche principal ke daftar mein gaya. Kamre mein teen log baat kar rahe the—do ek taraf table par baithe the, aur ek table ke end par. Yeh Raghav aur Laksh ke parivaar wale the, aur teesra tha principal Shyam Gill.



“Shyam ji, yeh hain Aryan Rathore,” aurat ne kaha.



Shyam, jiske chehre par koi expression nahi tha, aur usne ek safed kurta-pajama pehna tha jo uske principal wale role ko suit karta tha, ne jawab diya, “Milkar achha laga. Meera ji se suna tha ki chhote sahab Raghav aur Laksh se milna chahte hain, sahi hai na?”



“Haan, bilkul. Main haal hi mein Sukha Nagar aaya hoon, aur jo search karwaya tha, usse mujhe in dono ke talents ke baare mein pata chala,” Aryan ne adab se kaha.



“Aaj main yahan ek offer ke liye aaya hoon, jo inke parivaar ke liye kaafi attractive ho sakta hai. Mujhe pata hai aap log Kaalivan chhodne ka plan bana rahe honge, par pehle mera offer sun lo.”



Raghav ka baap, Raman, jo ek sadharan sa aadmi tha aur usne ek purana kurta-dhoti pehna tha, ne hanskar kaha, “Hmph, tum chahte ho ki hum is bekar jagah mein ruk jayein? Pata nahi kya offer dene wale ho, par mujhe nahi lagta ki tum Shyam ji ke khandaan se behtar kuch de sakte ho.



Raman ek aisa aadmi tha jo zyada sochta nahi tha—bas jo saamne dikhta tha, ussi par yakeen karta tha.



Doosra aadmi tha Gautam, Laksh ka bada bhai. Unke maa-baap mar chuke the, aur woh apne do chhote bhai-behen ka khayal rakhta tha—Laksh aur ek 7 saal ki behen, Aarti. Gautam ek hoshiyar aadmi tha, aur usne bhi ek sadharan kurta-dhoti pehna tha, par uski aankhon mein ek curious chamak thi. Woh Aryan ke baare mein jaanna chahta tha, kyunki afwaah thi ki is naye raja ne Kaalivan ka problem solve kar diya hai.



Gautam ne poocha, “Chhote sahab, humare liye kya offer hai? Humara Shyam ji ke khandaan ke saath pehle se agreement hai. Pata nahi woh cancel ho sakta hai ya nahi.”



Shyam ne sar hilaya, “Haan, humne Raghav aur Laksh par 4 saal se invest kiya hai. Hum aise hi unhe chhod nahi sakte.”



Aryan ne kaha, “Main situation samajhta hoon, lekin mera offer dono sides ke liye hai. Par faisla toh in dono ke parivaar ka hai. Shyam ji ke khandaan ne toh bas inki basic education ke liye paisa diya tha—yeh 1,000 low-grade crystals se zyada nahi hoga…”



Aryan ne Shyam ki taraf dekha aur kaha, “Main jo offer de raha hoon, woh Shyam ji ka khandaan nahi de sakta. Main unhe underestimate nahi kar raha, lekin wahan yeh dono utne important nahi rahenge. Unhe kam crystals aur kam grade ki techniques milengi, par mere saath zyada milega.”



“Main Shyam ji ke khandaan ko 4,000 low-grade crystals har ladke ke liye refund dunga, jo Kaalivan mein rukne ka faisla karega. Aur inke parivaar ke liye, kuch din soch lo ki Shyam ji ke khandaan se kya mil sakta hai, aur phir meri haveli mein aake baat karo. Main tab poora offer bataunga. Par yeh guarantee hai ki main Black-grade cultivation technique de sakta hoon, jaise hi yeh dono 10 saal ke hote hain,” Aryan ne confidence ke saath kaha, uski awaaz mein ek raja ka swag tha.



To be continued…..

Bahot behtareen shaandar update
Aryan ki mehnat rang layi Jo kalivan ke Liye bahot achchi BAAT h
Root ne apna asar dikha dia
Ab waha par kheti Badi ho Shakti h
Idhar dekhte h Laksh or Raghav ka baap or Bhai kia sochte h or kia woh log Aryan ke offer ko accept karate h