"Jab dard se paida hoti hai taqat, tab duniya ek naye daant se milti hai — Rage of Beast."
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CHAPTER 1 — Streets ka Janwar (The Birth of the Beast)
Mountains ki Thand, Bhookh aur Tanhaayi
Kahin Himalayas ke neeche, ek chhote se pahadi gaon ke bahar, patharon se bhare raaston mein ek 12 saal ka patla–sa ladka chal raha tha.
Wo Aryan tha.
Akele.
Bina ghar.
Bina family.
Bina koi dekhne wala.
Pahadon ki thand insaan ko tod deti hai,
par Aryan ko strong banati ja rahi thi.
Raat ko temperature zero tak gir jaata —
Aur Aryan ek purani, phati hui kambal mein sikud kar bacha bana hota.
Is zindagi ne ek hi cheez sikhayi:
“Bachne ke liye ladna padta hai.”
Gaon ke Bahar Wala Jungle
Gaon wale Aryan ko andhera samajhte the.
Koi usse paas nahi aata.
Koi khana nahi deta.
Wo zyada time jungle ke kinare rehkar survive karta —
Kabhi jangal ke phalon se,
kabhi pahadi streams ke pani se,
aur kabhi local gangs ke waste se.
Par bhookh dimaag ko beast bana deti hai.
Aur Aryan…
jaisa lagta tha…
insaan se zyada junglee ban raha tha.
Jungle ke wolves bhi kabhi-kabhi use dekh kar peeche hat jaate,
kyunki Aryan ki aankhon mein woh bhookh hoti thi
jo jaanwar bhi samajh jaate hain —
“ye ladka khatarnak hai.”
Pahadi Gangs and First Clash
Gaon ke upar wale cliffs par teen bade ladke rehte the.
Sab bolte the unhe “Pahadi Jackals”.
Local criminals.
Tourist ko lootna, gaon ke bachcho ko daraana —
ye unka roz ka kaam tha.
Ek din Aryan ek purani mandir ke peeche rakhi bori se khane ka tukda nikal raha tha.
Tabhi Jackals ka leader Bola:
“Arey chhote… ye humara area hai.”
Aryan ne seedha aankhon mein dekha:
“Mujhe bhookh hai.”
Unko hasi aa gayi.
Par Aryan ko nahi.
Uske andar kuch aur hi ug raha tha —
beast wala gussa.
The First Fight on the Mountain Trail
Jackals teen the.
Aryan akela.
Par pahad ki steep trail par Aryan ki chaal fox jaisi thi.
Ek ladka belt se swing leke Aryan ka sar phodne jaata hai…
Aryan neeche jhuk ke uske stomach me knee maarta hai.
Dusra patthar uthata hai —
Aryan uska wrist pakad ke itna ghumata hai ke crack ki sound pahadiyon mein goonj gayi.
Teesra ladka aage badhta hai…
par Aryan ke aankhon mein woh wild spark dekhkar hi peeche hat jaata hai.
Gaon ke upar se ek buzurg awaz aayi:
“Ya devi… yeh bacha kya cheez hai?”
Us din pehli baar logon ko samajh aaya —
Aryan ek normal ladka nahi.
Wo pahad ka janwar tha.
The Fear Spreads in the Mountains
Gaon wale chup ho gaye.
Koi Aryan se baat nahi karta.
Koi usse nazar tak nahi milata.
Jab wo pahadi raaste se guzarta,
bachche chup ho jaate.
Women apne doors band kar leti.
Men usse avoid karte.
Aryan ko ajeeb nahi lagta,
kyunki usne kabhi pyaar dekha hi nahi.
Silence hi uska dost tha.
Aur rage uska saathi.
The Freezing Night and the Awakening
Us raat pahadon mein snowfall ho rahi thi.
Aryan ek chhoti cave ke andar chipak kar baitha tha,
haath thande patharon pe rakhe.
Uski saansen fog jaise nikal rahi thi…
par uska gussa aag ki tarah andar phoot raha tha.
Uske dimaag mein awaz:
“Chor hai… junglee hai… apashagun hai…”
Every insult melted into one emotion —
Rage.
That night…
Aryan didn’t cry.
He didn’t shake.
He didn’t fear.
He transformed.
Beast Instinct in the Mountains
Agli subah.
Jackals ke seniors aagaye revenge lene.
Weapons: thick wooden staffs, hooks, stones tied in ropes.
Par Aryan aur thand se sakt ho gaya tha.
Emotions freeze ho chuke the.
Jab ek attacker uske piche se rokne aaya…
Aryan ne uska elbow aise twist kiya jaise dry branch toot jaaye.
Dusre attacker ko Aryan ne cliff ke edge tak dhakel diya.
Uska foot slip hota…
par Aryan ne last second me pakad liya.
Log soche wo usse upar kheech lega.
Par Aryan dheere se has kar bolta:
“Main beast hoon. Mercy nahi karta.”
Aur uska grip chhod deta hai.
Attacker neeche girta hai.
Zinda… par toot chuka.
Pahad ki hawa mein ek hi naam goonjta hai —
“Beast… Beast…”
The Birth of a Legend
Aryan wapas jungle ki taraf chal padta hai.
Haath par khoon.
Aankhon mein cold silence.
Usne khud ko mirror mein kabhi nahi dekha…
par usko pata tha —
wo ab insaan nahi raha.
Gaon wale chup.
Pahadi dogs bhi peeche hat jaate.
Aaj se…
Pahad ek naya naam yaad rakhega:
ARYAN — THE BEAST OF THE MOUNTAINS.
CHAPTER 2 — Entry of Maha Guru
The Night of Blood and Snow
Pahadon mein raat jaldi utar aati hai.
Snowfall halki-ho-tez hoti reh rahi thi, aur Aryan ek bade pathar ke sahare baitha tha.
Uske haath se khoon tap-tap gir raha tha,
hawa uske kapdon ko phaad rahi thi,
par Aryan ki aankhon mein wohi purani adaat—
dard ko ignore karke zinda rehna.
Uski latest fight ne uska pura sharir thaka diya tha.
Jackals ke seniors aur unka leader—
aaj sab Aryan ke haath thhe.
Wo zinda the, par unka ego mar chuka tha.
Aryan ki body par bruises, cuts, aur deep scratches ki line bani hui thi.
Par expression wahi—
cold, stone, emotionless.
Us time koi bhi insaan hota toh help ke liye cheekhta…
par Aryan help ka matlab hi bhool chuka tha.
Aaj bhi wo akela tha.
Aaj bhi duniya usse ignore kar rahi thi.
Lekin…
iss raat ek insaan tha
jise uska dard dikha.
Aur usne ignore nahi kiya.
The Arrival of the Stranger
Pahadi raaste par ek lambi chaadar pehne ek aadmi chal raha tha.
Uska kadam halki snow ko press karta ja raha tha,
uske haath mein ek lantern tha,
aur uske chehre par shanti aur power ka ajeeb mixture.
Gaon wale use “Maha Guru” kehte the.
Martial arts teacher, spiritual master,
par sabse zyada—
ek aisa insaan jise dekh kar badtameez log bhi theek ho jaate the.
Wo nature ki aadat thi —
shaant, par powerful.
Jise dekh kar lagta tha ki pahad bhi uska samman karte hain.
Jab wo Aryan ke paas se guzra,
usne ek second ke liye apna lantern utha kar ladke ko dekha.
Aur us nazar ne sab kuch badal diya.
The Moment Maha Guru Saw the Beast
Aryan ki aankhon mein sada hua gussa,
andar ka wildfire,
aur ek wild janwar jaisa instinct tha.
But Maha Guru ne kuch aur dekha—
potential.
Raw power.
Survival instinct ka rare form.
Aisi fire jo fighters ke andar hoti hai…
par natural form mein bohot kam logon mein milti hai.
Wo dheere se Aryan ke saamne jhuk kar baitha.
Aankhon mein mild concern,
par voice firm:
“Ladka… uth sakta hai?”
Aryan ne jawab nahi diya.
Bus uski aankhen red snow ke reflection mein jalti hui dikhi.
Maha Guru ne uska haath pakad kar dekhna chaha,
par Aryan instantly react kar gaya—
jungle ke beast ki tarah.
Usne wrist pakad kar twist karne ki koshish ki.
Par Maha Guru…
ek simple move se
Aryan ka wrist free kar deta hai.
Aryan shock.
Aaj tak kisi ne uska grip break nahi kiya tha.
Maha Guru ne sirf ek line boli:
“Tum ladte ho jaise zinda rehna tumhara haq ho.”
Wo line Aryan ke dimaag mein ghuss gayi.
First Time Someone Didn’t Fear Aryan
Gaon wale Aryan se darte the.
Kids usse dekhkar bhagte the.
Even criminals uska naam sun kar darr jaate the.
Par ye aadmi…
isse koi fark nahi pad raha tha.
Na uske wounds,
na uske baal,
na uski aankhon ke andar ka madness.
Maha Guru ne apni chaadar uthai
aur Aryan ke shoulders par daal di.
Snowfall Aryan ke chehre par gir rahi thi,
par chaadar ke andar ek ajeeb warmth thi.
12 saal ka Aryan pehli baar confuse ho gaya.
Koi pehli baar usse chhua…
wo bhi bina darr ke.
Maha Guru ne kaha:
“Chalo. Tumhe yaha marne ke liye nahi chhoda gaya.”
Aryan ne pehli baar kisi ke saath chalna shuru kiya.
Journey to the Ashram
Pahadi raat lambii thi.
Thand itni ki saans bhi dhund ban kar hawa mein tarr rahi thi.
Par Maha Guru ke kadam stable the.
Woh Aryan ka pace match karta hua chal raha tha.
Aryan har dusre second peeche mud kar dekhta…
jaise koi trap ho,
jaise koi chalaki ho,
jaise koi dhokha ho.
Par Maha Guru bus ek hi pace me chalta jaa raha tha.
No fear.
No judgment.
No questions.
Aryan ne dheeme se pucha:
“Mujhe kyun le jaa rahe ho?”
Maha Guru muskuraya nahi,
bas seedha bola:
“Kyuki tum jaisa ladka ya toh dushman banta hai…
ya phir ek legend.”
Aryan chup ho gaya.
Usko samaj nahi aaya.
Usko kabhi koi compliment nahi mila tha.
Kabhi koi umeed nahi mili thi.
Aaj ek aadmi uske future ki baat kar raha tha.
The Ashram on the Cliff
Ek ghante chalne ke baad,
ek purana par bohot bada Ashram dikhai diya.
Cliff ke top par.
Fog ke beech.
Torch-lights burning bright.
Yaha fighters rehte the.
Yaha discipline tha.
Yaha rules the.
Aur Aryan jaisa ladka…
rules todne ke liye born hua tha.
Ashram ke gate par students shocked:
“Guruji! Yeh kaun…?”
“Yeh toh jungle ka woh… beast!”
“Isko yaha kyun laaya gaya?”
Maha Guru ne ek look diya
aur sab chup.
“Ye ladka ab Ashram ka hissa hai.”
“Iss gusse ko shape dena hai.”
“Iss beast ko warrior banana hai.”
Students stunned.
Aryan speechless.
Aaj pehli baar kisi ne usse ek chance diya tha.
First Night in Ashram
Aryan ko ek chhoti room di gayi.
Bed soft.
Blanket thick.
Warm fire burning.
Wo awkward feel kar raha tha.
Zindagi me kabhi bed nahi dekha tha.
Garam room?
Impossible.
Usne blanket ko smell kiya…
fresh.
Safe.
Clean.
Aur phir…
saalon baad…
Aryan ki aankhon se ek silent tear nikal gaya.
Ek hi tear.
Usse khud bhi feel nahi hua.
Maha Guru door se dekh raha tha.
Usne slowly kaha:
“Aaj se tumhe koi ignore nahi karega, Aryan.”
“Aaj se tum akela nahi ho.”
Aryan ne koi reply nahi diya,
par andar kuch toot kar jud gaya tha.
The First Person Aryan Ever Obeyed
Raat ke end me Maha Guru ne ek sentence bola jo Aryan ki zindagi badal gaya:
“Main tumhe fighter nahi banaunga, Aryan…
tum already ho.”
“Main tumhe control sikhaunga.”
Aryan ne us aadmi ko dhyaan se dekha.
Wo strength ka symbol lag raha tha.
Wo fear-less lag raha tha.
Wo sach bol raha tha.
Aur pehli baar Aryan ne kisi ko
sirf ek action se accept kiya—
usne sir jhuka diya.
Aaj se Aryan kisi ko maanta tha.
Aaj se Aryan ka ek Guru tha.
Aaj se — Maha Guru became the only person the Beast obeyed.
