Thriller "D R A C O – Sach Ka Pehredaar Ya Tabahi Ka Naam?"

jeet1436 · 2025-09-26T21:09:45+0530

UPDATE 9 : PART 1 AND PART 2 Drop ho gaya hai doston… ab aap ke bas do kaam—masti mein padhe aur dil se like kare aur comment karna mat bhulna apni feedback jaroor share kare”

jeet1436 · Sep 15, 2025

★ INDEX ★
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"D R A C O – Sach Ka Pehredaar Ya Tabahi Ka Naam?"

Character Introduction

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Character Introduction (Brief Overview)

Main Couple

1. Ravi (Hero)

Age: 25
Height/Figure: 5’11”, muscular but lean, strong posture.
Looks: Wheatish-fair, sharp jawline, intense eyes, trimmed beard. Simple shirts, plain trousers.
Body Language: Silent, confident, thoda mysterious aura. Jab chhup kar dekhte hain to aankhon se hi kahani keh dete hain.
Nature:
- Khamosh aur deeply emotional.
- Loyal, protective, self-sacrificing.
- Apne secrets chhupane mein master.
Backstory: Ravi ek simple pati nahi — uski life DRACO aur JUPITER ke aaspaas ghoomti hai. Ek bade mission ke liye apni identity chhupata hai.
Role: Accused chor, par asli mein ek protector. Hero of suspense.

Ek rahasyamayi insaan jo ghar-jamai ban kar Sia ke parivaar mein aaya. Uske chehre par masoomiyat hai, par uske andar kuch chhupa hua hai – ek aisa sach jo sab kuch badal sakta hai. Ravi ye ek yesa raaz hai jis raaz ko raaz rakhne ke liye kitno ne aapne khusyion aur apno ke balidaan diya hai , ye pehli abhi khulni baaki hai.

2. Sia Sharma (Heroine)

Age: 25
Height/Figure: 5’6”, slim, graceful.
Looks: Fair-wheatish, expressive big brown eyes, long black hair, natural beauty.
Body Language: Soft but firm, zyada roti hai par apne pyaar ke liye khadi rehti hai.
Nature:
- Masoom aur pure-hearted.
- Pati ke liye sab kuch sacrifice karne ko tayyar.
Backstory: Ghar ke comfort zone mein badi, Ravi se pyaar karne ke baad strong hui.
Role: Emotional core of story. Ravi ke liye ladti hai, even against her family.

Ek ziddi aur pyaar karne wali ladki. Ravi se dil se mohabbat karti hai. Apne parivaar ke beech fasi hui, lekin apne pati ke liye sab kuch chhodne ko tayyar.

Sharma Family

1. Beena Sharma (Saas /Sia ki Maa)

Age: 47
Height/Figure: 5’4”, thoda healthy, strong personality.
Looks: Dark brown eyes, wheatish complexion, thick eyebrows, hair neatly tied in bun, heavy sarees with gold border.
Body Language: Hamesha seedhi khadi, awaaz tez, aankhon se hi command deti hai.
Nature:
- Controlling, thodi orthodox.
- Family honour sabse upar rakhti hai.
- Apne faislon mein kabhi peeche nahi hat-ti.
Backstory: Middle-class family se aayi, izzat ko sabse bada dhan maanti hai.
Role: Main antagonist (filhaal), jo Ravi ko chor sabit karke ghar se nikal deti hai.

Ek sakht aur tikhhi soch wali aurat. Parivaar ke izzat aur maryada ke liye kisi bhi had tak ja sakti hai.

2. Rakesh Sharma (Father)

Age: 50
Height/Figure: 5’9”, lean, halka sa pet nikal aaya hai.
Looks: Salt-and-pepper hair, thin spectacles, plain kurta-pajama.
Body Language: Thoda jhuka hua chalna, decision lene mein slow.
Nature:
- Dil se soft, Beena ka influence zyada.
- Dimaag se samajhdaar, par weak-willed.
Backstory: Zyada modern nahi, par practical insaan. Ghar ke decision Beena ke hawale hi kar rakhe hain.
Role: Neutral voice jo situation samajhta hai, par final mein Beena ke saath ho jata hai.

shaant aur samajhdar. Lekin Beena ke saamne adhiktar chup rehte hain.

3. Raj Sharma (Sia ka Bhai)

Age: 22
Height/Figure: 5’10”, fit, sporty, gym-going.
Looks: Medium beard, sharp haircut, hamesha jeans-shirt ya sportswear.
Body Language: Hamesha chest out, confrontational stance.
Nature:
- Possessive bhai, apni behen ke liye kuch bhi karne ko tayyar.
- Short-tempered, aggressive, decision jaldi le leta hai.
Backstory: Childhood se hamesha protect kiya hai Sia ko, isliye kisi bhi outsider pe bharosa nahi karta.
Role: Ravi ka sabse bada opposition, open insult karta hai.

Emotional aur gussa bahut jaldi aata hai. Apni behen se bahot pyaar karta hai, lekin Ravi ko kabhi pasand nahi kiya.

4. Daadi – Mandakini Sharma

Age: 70
Height/Figure: 5’3”, thin, kamzor body.
Looks: White hair neatly tied, wrinkled face, glasses, simple cotton saree.
Body Language: Hamesha kursi par ya walking stick ke saath.
Nature:
- Simple aur bhole dil ki.
- Darpoak, Beena ke against kuch nahi bol pati.
Backstory: Family ki sabse badi buzurg, jo izzat aur ghar ki values pe jeeti hai.
Role: Jinka haar chori hua, indirectly Ravi par ilzaam lagta hai.

Ghar ki buzurg, jinka ek heere ka haar kahaani ka twist ban jaata hai.

5. Sheetal Sharma (Cousin)

Age: 23
Height/Figure: 5’5”, slim-trim, stylish.
Looks: Fair skin, straightened hair, fashionable salwar suit.
Body Language: Gossip-loving, hamesha groups mein baat karti hai.
Nature:
- Curious, thodi jealous of Sia.
- Family ki favourite ban-na chahti hai.
Backstory: Beena ki special pasand hai, isliye thoda spoiled.
Role: Observer + instigator, indirectly drama ko fuel karti hai.

kuch zyada hi interested hoti hai doosron ke raaz mein.

6. Vikas Sharma (Chacha)

Age: 48
Height/Figure: 5’8”, broad, thoda heavy.
Looks: Moustache, slightly bald, kurta-pajama.
Body Language: Hamesha angry, fast movements.
Nature:
- Aggressive, protective.
- Family ki izzat ke liye kisi ko bhi punish karne ko tayyar.
Backstory: Beena ke side mein hi rehta hai, apni beti Sheetal ko zyada pamper karta hai.
Role: Ravi ko sabse pehle shariarik taur par confront karta hai (collar pakadta hai).

7. Roshni Sharma (Chachi)

Age: 45
Height/Figure: 5’4”, medium build.
Looks: Simple saree, gold bangles, kajal in eyes.
Body Language: Thodi passive, Beena ke saath khadi rehti hai.
Nature:
- Thodi biased, Beena ka support karti hai.
- Drama mein khud se zyada involve nahi hoti.
Backstory: Zyada bolti nahi, par Beena ki har baat maanti hai.
Role: Supporter of Beena, indirectly Ravi ke khilaaf.

Jo hamesha ghar ke mamle mein dakhal dete hain.

Mystery World

1. JUPITER (Ravi ka right-hand)

Age: 26
Height/Figure: 5’10”, slim-fit, stylish dressing.
Looks: Sharp haircut, modern jacket/hoodie, intense expressions.
Body Language: Smart, quick, confident. Hamesha Ravi ki side mein loyal guard ki tarah.
Nature:
- Intelligent, resourceful.
- Ravi ke raaz ka guardian.
Backstory: Ravi ke underworld world ka trusted man. Bahar log use nahi jaante, bas DRACO world mein mashhoor hai.
Role: Ravi ke sach ki pehli key. Suspense ko aur deepen karta hai.

2. DRACO (Syndicate / Mafia)

Age: Undefined (organization + hidden boss).
Height/Looks: Black Rolls Royce, men in black suits with guns, mafia styling.
Body Language: Power, fear, intimidation.
Nature: Ruthless, violent, unstoppable.
Backstory: Ek aisi mafia power jo “tabahi” ka doosra naam hai. Jisse samajhne har koi chate hai lekhin samajhne ke liye zinda nahi bachte hai.
Role: Ravi ka asli connection, suspense ka central villain element.

Ravi ke Parents

1 . Vashudev Mishra – Father

Age: 40 saal
Height/Look: 6’0’’ tall, strong build, kaale baal mein safedi ki jhalak.
Nature: Damdaar personality – gaon mein izzat aur darr dono ka symbol. Strict, disciplined, par andar se apne parivaar ke liye jaan dene ko tayaar.
Occupation: Kashmir ke ek gaon mein kisaAn. Kheti hi unki rozi-roti hai. Zameen aur mitti se juda hua insaan.
Suspense Angle: Unka past Ravi ki kahani ko ek din badal dega. Log unse pyaar bhi karte hain, darr bhi.

2 .Tulshi Mishra – Mother

Age: 38 saal
Height/Look: 5’7’’, saari pehenti hain, maatha par bindi aur anchal se hamesha sar cover karti hain.
Nature: Emotional aur caring, par jab baat apne bacchon ki ho toh shakti roop ban jaati hain.
Role: Ravi ki emotional backbone, hamesha usse motivate karti hain aur dua deti hain.
Suspense Angle: Maa ke dil mein Ravi ke liye ek ajeeb si chinta hai… jaise wo jaanti ho koi bada tufaan aane wala hai.

3. Neha Sharma – Receptionist

Age: 22 saal
Height/Look: 5’5’’, slim-fit, neat ponytail, expressive brown eyes, simple cotton salwar suit.
Nature: Polite, friendly, lekin zarurat padne par strict bhi. Hostel students ke liye ek “didi” type.

Personality Traits: Calm & composed – panic situation mein bhi sambhal leti hai.

Helpful – paperwork, allotment aur hostel rules ko samjhane mein madad karti hai.
Observant – bachchon ke nature ko jaldi samajh jaati hai.
Caring – hostel students ko kabhi-kabhi apne bhai ki tarah treat karti hai

Background: B.Com graduate, MBA ki preparation kar rahi hai, part-time job karti hai.
Suspense Angle: Uski aankhon mein kabhi kabhi ek chhupi hui udaasi dikh jaati hai, jiska raaz abhi kisi ko nahi pata.

Warden Couple

1. Mr. Raghav Pratap Singh– Boys’ Hostel Warden

Age: 40 saal
Height/Look: 6’, muscular build, thick moustache, deep voice.
Nature: Extremely strict, hostel ke rules todne wale students ko bilkul bardasht nahi karte. Discipline unki jaan hai.
Background: Ex-boxer, ab hostel warden.
Suspense Angle: Kabhi kabhi unke aankhon mein ek aisi chhaya dikhti hai jaise unka past unhe ab tak haunt karta ho.

2. Mrs. Sunita Singh – Ladies’ Hostel Warden

Age: 38 saal
Height/Look: 5’7’’, sharp features, bold saari style, confident walk.
Nature: Modern yet strict, ladkiyon ke liye ek guardian aur ek mentor dono.
Background: Teacher thi pehle, ab hostel warden.
Suspense Angle: Wo Ravi ke taraf ek alag curiosity rakhti hain… jaise unhe Ravi mein kuch aur hi nazar aata ho.

3. Principal – Mr. Suresh Malhotra

Age: 40 saal
Height/Look: 5’10’’, white kurta-pyjama with blazer, specs, calm face.
Nature: Highly intellectual, balanced personality – soft bhi, strict bhi.
Background: 17\ years se education field mein, ek visionary leader.
Suspense Angle: Kabhi kabhi unke words Ravi ke liye aise lagte hain jaise wo uske future ko pehle se jaante ho.

Ravi ke Hostel Roommates

1. Amit Verma

Age: 15 saal
Height/Look: 5’10’’, medium build, glasses, decent boy look.
Nature: Intelligent, disciplined, thoda introvert. Academics mein brilliant.
Suspense Angle: Bahar se seedha, lekin uske andar ek hidden struggle hai jo uske behaviour ko affect karta hai.

2. Kabir Yadav

Age: 15 saal
Height/Look: 5’11’’, athletic build, stylish haircut.
Nature: Mastikhor, energetic, thoda naughty, lekin dil ka saf.
Suspense Angle: Kabir ke jokes ke peeche ek personal tragedy chhupi hai jise wo hamesha mask karta hai.

3. The Ferrari Entry (Mysterious Character)

Age: Abhi reveal nahi.
Look: Abhi suspense.
Nature: Abhi suspense.
Role: Wo entry hi sabko hila deta hai.
Suspense Angle: Kahani ka sabse bada mod us Ferrari se hi aana hai. Kaun hai – dushman, dost ya ek raaz? Sab wait kar rahe hain.

Abhi kirdaar baaki hai doston , ye toh abhi shuruat hai safar hai bahot lambi… sabar ke saath iss safar mein judein rahiye.

jeet1436 · Sep 15, 2025

hey , I am not a new reader, i am here from 2020 but i'm a new writer. I hope you guys like my story and suppoort me. Bhai log saath mein tabahi machayenge ... update aati rahegi basss like thoko.

jeet1436 · Sep 15, 2025

Update 1 – "Ilzaam"

[Scene: Sharma House – Drawing Room]

Beena Sharma (gusse mein cheekhti hai):
“Nikal jao mere ghar se—Sia! Kis nithalle ko le aayi ho tum? Ye ghar-jamai nahi, ye toh chorr hai!”

Saas ka swar kaanp raha tha,haat mein chakhu nahi, par izaat ki chott thi badi…

Ravi chup khada tha, aankhon mein dard aur tanav. Par uska chehra blank tha—ek safed moom ki tarah, jisme se zindagi ke rang chhant gaye the.

Sia ne chup chap Ravi ke aur dekha ; ankhon ke aanshu hoton par…

Sia (thartharate hothon se):
“Maa… vo chorr nahi hai. Ravi hai—mera pati.” meri duniya है। Ravi mera sab kuch है।"

Siya ki awaaz narm thi, lekin usmein ek atoot nishchay chhipa tha, jaise toote sheeshe ko jodne ki koshish kar rahi ho.

Beena (cheekh kar):
“Pati? Tumne ghar mein chori karne wale ko bitha rakha? Main ek pal bhi bardaasht nahin kar sakti!” Jise tune ghar mein bitha rakha hai vo daadi ka haar chura raha tha! Tum kya andhi ho gayi ho?” "Yeh aadmi humare ghar mein sirf apna matlab nikaalne aya tha… aur tumne isse pati bana liya?"

"Ek chorr ke saath jeene se behtar hai akeli rehna, Sia!"

Beena Sharma ki aankhon se aag nikal rahi thi. Unki awaaz mein gussa aur ghrina ubal rahi thi.

Rakesh Sharma (dheere se):
“Beena, shaant ho jao…”

Raj Sharma (ghusse mein):
“Shaant? papa, ye aadmi humare ghar ki izzat pe dhabba hai. Isne humare saath dhokha kiya hai!”

"Main tujhe pehle din se hi pasand nahi karta tha… aur aaj tu ne sabit kar diya—tu ek chorr hai!"

"Meri behen ke saath dhokha? Tu soch bhi kaise sakta Ravi?" , Aaj mujhe aap ne aap par sharm aa raha hai mein iss jyese aadmi ko Jija bolta tha…chiii…

Sia (ruk ruk ke):
“Maa... kya saboot hai? Ravi ne kuch nahi kiya...”

Beena (haath jhatakte hue):
saboot! "Maa hoon main… aur maa kabhi galat nahi dekhti। Chori meri aankhon ke saamne hui है!" “Maine apni aankhon se dekha! Jab main chai leke teri daadi ke kamre mein gayi, Ravi almari ke paas tha, aur haar haath mein tha! Isse zyada kya saboot chahiye?”

Daadi Mandakini Sharma kursi par baithi thi, aankhon mein darr aur niraasha. Sheetal Sharma, Siya ki cousin, apne maa-baap Vikas aur Roshni ke saath khadi thi. Sabki nazar Ravi par thi — curiosity aur nafrat dono ke saath.

Vikas Sharma (aage badhkar Ravi ka collar pakadta hai):
“Chori karega humare ghar mein? Tumhari himmat kaise hui!”

"Jab har koi uske khilaaf tha… tab bhi Ravi ne ek shabd nahi kaha… kyunki kabhi kabhi… khamoshi sabse bada sacrifice hoti hai ,"Ravi ne koi virodh nahi kiya. Na kuch kaha, na apne aap ko bachaya. Uski aankhen sirf Sia ko dekh rahi thi. "Pyaar mein kabhi kabhi sach chhupana jaroori hota hai… Ravi ka pyaar bhi kuch aisa hi tha", "Ek chorr bana diya gaya insaan… jiska asli chehra kisi ne kabhi dekha hi nahi…"

Rakesh (thode naram lekin majboor):
“Ravi, tumse ye umeed nahi tha… Tum toh hamare apna the na.”tumhe apna beta mana tha maine. , Siya ne tum par itna bharosa kiya…”

Beena (aakhri vaar):
“Nikal jao yahaan se! Abhi ke abhi!”

Ek zor ka dhakka diya gaya. Ravi ladkhadaya, par gira nahi. Aakhri baar Sia ki aankhon mein dekha – ek aisi nazar jo zindagi bhar Sia ko sataayegi. Ek pal mein poora ghar Ravi ke khilaf khada ho gaya. Darwaza khula, ek thandi hawa ka jhonka andar aaya… aur fir band ho gaya. Ravi chala gaya.

[Scene: Sharma House – Sia collapses to the floor]

Sia zameen par gir gayi. Uski aankhon se aansuon ka toofan nikal raha tha. Uska dil tut chuka tha. Ravi uska sab kuch tha – aur ab vo chorr ban chuka tha… ya bana diya gaya tha?

[Scene Shift: Bus Stand – Ravi alone]

Kuch dur chalne ke baad Ravi pass ke bus stand par pohanch ta hai , ankho pe khamoshi aur dard dono tha lekin kuch yesa gehrayi tha uske ankhon mein jisme bahot saare raaz chupe the….

Ravi ek bench par baitha tha. Aankhon mein ek ajeeb si roshni thi. Dard bhi, sukoon bhi. Suraj dhal raha tha, sheher ki awaaz kam ho rahi thi. Usne kadwi muskaan di. Siya ka roop uske saamne tha, uski tooti hui awaaz kanon mein gunj rahi thi. Yeh sab zaroori tha. Phir ek black Range Rover ka kafila rukta hai bich mein ek black ROLLS ROYCE jisme likha tha *D R A C O* . Gaadi mein 50 hatiyarband log nikalte hai aur aake ravi ke sar jhooka lete hai.

Ek aadmi Ravi ke paas aata hai, uske chehre par izzat aur chinta dono.

Aadmi (jhuk kar):
“Boss, kaam ho gaya. Aapko ghar se nikal diya gaya. Aaiye, gadi taiyaar hai.”

Ravi chupchaap gaadi mein baithta hai. Aankhon mein Sia ka chehra ghoom raha hota hai.

Ek Naujawan (uske paas baitha):
“Sir... ek baat poochun? Aapne yeh sab kyu kiya? Sia ma’am toh toot gayi hongi. Unhe sach kyu nahi batate ki aap kaun hain?”

Ravi (gehri saans le kar):
nehi JUPITER “Kyuki agar main unhe sach bata doon… toh vo kabhi mehfooz nahi rahengi. Kuch raaz… raaz hi rehne chahiye.”

“Sia... tumhare aansu mere dil ko chhalkate hain.
Har bundi ek ghaav hai.
Par mujhe yeh karna tha.
Tumhe nahi pata, us haar se kahin zyada keemti tum ho.
Tumhari zindagi… meri zimmedaari hai.
Main chahkar bhi kuch nahi keh sakta.
Kyunki main Ravi nahi… kuch aur hoon.
Aur vo raaz tumhare liye khatra ban sakta hai…”

Suspense Begins…

Toh kaun hai Ravi?
Uska asli chehra kya hai?

Kyese mila Ravi Siya se ?

Kyese kiya Siya se itna Pyaar ,kyese maan liya usse apni Zindagi….

"Chorr ya savior? Ravi ka sach kya hai?
Kya vo sach mein chorr hai… ya ek undercover hero?

"Jise chorr kaha gaya… vo kisi ki zindagi bacha raha tha…"
Kya Sia uske sach tak pahunch payegi?

Kon hai JUPITER ? wo kyese janta hai Ravi ko.

D R A C O kon hai wo kya hai uska raaz , iss naam ke piche ka raaz kya hai … abhi ya pehli bahot door hai bas itna janiye ye tabahi ka dusra naam hai jis pehli ko har koi samjhna chahta hai lekin samajhne ke liye zinda nahi bachte…..

"Ek kahaani… jahan pyaar aur raaz dono ki keemat hoti hai…"

Jaanne ke liye jude rahiye...
Iss kahaani mein milega suspense, thriller, romance, aur parivaar ke rishton ki ek nayi parakh.

parkas · Sep 15, 2025

jeet1436 said:
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Character Introduction (Brief Overview)

Main Couple
1. Ravi (Hero)

Age: 25

Height/Figure: 5’11”, muscular but lean, strong posture.

Looks: Wheatish-fair, sharp jawline, intense eyes, trimmed beard. Simple shirts, plain trousers.

Body Language: Silent, confident, thoda mysterious aura. Jab chhup kar dekhte hain to aankhon se hi kahani keh dete hain.

Nature:

Khamosh aur deeply emotional.

Loyal, protective, self-sacrificing.

Apne secrets chhupane mein master.

Backstory: Ravi ek simple pati nahi — uski life DRACO aur JUPITER ke aaspaas ghoomti hai. Ek bade mission ke liye apni identity chhupata hai.

Role: Accused chor, par asli mein ek protector. Hero of suspense.

Ek rahasyamayi insaan jo ghar-jamai ban kar Sia ke parivaar mein aaya. Uske chehre par masoomiyat hai, par uske andar kuch chhupa hua hai – ek aisa sach jo sab kuch badal sakta hai. Ravi ye ek yesa raaz hai jis raaz ko raaz rakhne ke liye kitno ne aapne khusyion aur apno ke balidaan diya hai , ye pehli abhi khulni baaki hai.

2. Sia Sharma (Heroine)

Age: 25

Height/Figure: 5’6”, slim, graceful.

Looks: Fair-wheatish, expressive big brown eyes, long black hair, natural beauty.

Body Language: Soft but firm, zyada roti hai par apne pyaar ke liye khadi rehti hai.

Nature:

Masoom aur pure-hearted.

Pati ke liye sab kuch sacrifice karne ko tayyar.

Backstory: Ghar ke comfort zone mein badi, Ravi se pyaar karne ke baad strong hui.

Role: Emotional core of story. Ravi ke liye ladti hai, even against her family.

Ek ziddi aur pyaar karne wali ladki. Ravi se dil se mohabbat karti hai. Apne parivaar ke beech fasi hui, lekin apne pati ke liye sab kuch chhodne ko tayyar.

Sharma Family

1. Beena Sharma (Saas /Sia ki Maa)

Age: 47

Height/Figure: 5’4”, thoda healthy, strong personality.

Looks: Dark brown eyes, wheatish complexion, thick eyebrows, hair neatly tied in bun, heavy sarees with gold border.

Body Language: Hamesha seedhi khadi, awaaz tez, aankhon se hi command deti hai.

Nature:

Controlling, thodi orthodox.

Family honour sabse upar rakhti hai.

Apne faislon mein kabhi peeche nahi hat-ti.

Backstory: Middle-class family se aayi, izzat ko sabse bada dhan maanti hai.

Role: Main antagonist (filhaal), jo Ravi ko chor sabit karke ghar se nikal deti hai.

Ek sakht aur tikhhi soch wali aurat. Parivaar ke izzat aur maryada ke liye kisi bhi had tak ja sakti hai.

2. Rakesh Sharma (Father)

Age: 50

Height/Figure: 5’9”, lean, halka sa pet nikal aaya hai.

Looks: Salt-and-pepper hair, thin spectacles, plain kurta-pajama.

Body Language: Thoda jhuka hua chalna, decision lene mein slow.

Nature:

Dil se soft, Beena ka influence zyada.

Dimaag se samajhdaar, par weak-willed.

Backstory: Zyada modern nahi, par practical insaan. Ghar ke decision Beena ke hawale hi kar rakhe hain.

Role: Neutral voice jo situation samajhta hai, par final mein Beena ke saath ho jata hai.

shaant aur samajhdar. Lekin Beena ke saamne adhiktar chup rehte hain.

3. Raj Sharma (Sia ka Bhai)

Age: 22

Height/Figure: 5’10”, fit, sporty, gym-going.

Looks: Medium beard, sharp haircut, hamesha jeans-shirt ya sportswear.

Body Language: Hamesha chest out, confrontational stance.

Nature:

Possessive bhai, apni behen ke liye kuch bhi karne ko tayyar.

Short-tempered, aggressive, decision jaldi le leta hai.

Backstory: Childhood se hamesha protect kiya hai Sia ko, isliye kisi bhi outsider pe bharosa nahi karta.

Role: Ravi ka sabse bada opposition, open insult karta hai.

Emotional aur gussa bahut jaldi aata hai. Apni behen se bahot pyaar karta hai, lekin Ravi ko kabhi pasand nahi kiya.

4. Daadi – Mandakini Sharma

Age: 70

Height/Figure: 5’3”, thin, kamzor body.

Looks: White hair neatly tied, wrinkled face, glasses, simple cotton saree.

Body Language: Hamesha kursi par ya walking stick ke saath.

Nature:

Simple aur bhole dil ki.

Darpoak, Beena ke against kuch nahi bol pati.

Backstory: Family ki sabse badi buzurg, jo izzat aur ghar ki values pe jeeti hai.

Role: Jinka haar chori hua, indirectly Ravi par ilzaam lagta hai.

Ghar ki buzurg, jinka ek heere ka haar kahaani ka twist ban jaata hai.

5. Sheetal Sharma (Cousin)

Age: 23

Height/Figure: 5’5”, slim-trim, stylish.

Looks: Fair skin, straightened hair, fashionable salwar suit.

Body Language: Gossip-loving, hamesha groups mein baat karti hai.

Nature:

Curious, thodi jealous of Sia.

Family ki favourite ban-na chahti hai.

Backstory: Beena ki special pasand hai, isliye thoda spoiled.

Role: Observer + instigator, indirectly drama ko fuel karti hai.

kuch zyada hi interested hoti hai doosron ke raaz mein.

6. Vikas Sharma (Chacha)

Age: 48

Height/Figure: 5’8”, broad, thoda heavy.

Looks: Moustache, slightly bald, kurta-pajama.

Body Language: Hamesha angry, fast movements.

Nature:

Aggressive, protective.

Family ki izzat ke liye kisi ko bhi punish karne ko tayyar.

Backstory: Beena ke side mein hi rehta hai, apni beti Sheetal ko zyada pamper karta hai.

Role: Ravi ko sabse pehle shariarik taur par confront karta hai (collar pakadta hai).

7. Roshni Sharma (Chachi)

Age: 45

Height/Figure: 5’4”, medium build.

Looks: Simple saree, gold bangles, kajal in eyes.

Body Language: Thodi passive, Beena ke saath khadi rehti hai.

Nature:

Thodi biased, Beena ka support karti hai.

Drama mein khud se zyada involve nahi hoti.

Backstory: Zyada bolti nahi, par Beena ki har baat maanti hai.

Role: Supporter of Beena, indirectly Ravi ke khilaaf.

Jo hamesha ghar ke mamle mein dakhal dete hain.

Mystery World

1. JUPITER (Ravi ka right-hand)

Age: 26

Height/Figure: 5’10”, slim-fit, stylish dressing.

Looks: Sharp haircut, modern jacket/hoodie, intense expressions.

Body Language: Smart, quick, confident. Hamesha Ravi ki side mein loyal guard ki tarah.

Nature:

Intelligent, resourceful.

Ravi ke raaz ka guardian.

Backstory: Ravi ke underworld world ka trusted man. Bahar log use nahi jaante, bas DRACO world mein mashhoor hai.

Role: Ravi ke sach ki pehli key. Suspense ko aur deepen karta hai.

2. DRACO (Syndicate / Mafia)

Age: Undefined (organization + hidden boss).

Height/Looks: Black Rolls Royce, men in black suits with guns, mafia styling.

Body Language: Power, fear, intimidation.

Nature: Ruthless, violent, unstoppable.

Backstory: Ek aisi mafia power jo “tabahi” ka doosra naam hai. Jisse samajhne ke liye zinda nahi bacha jata.

Role: Ravi ka asli connection, suspense ka central villain element.

Abhi kirdaar baaki hai doston , ye toh abhi shuruat hai safar hai bahot lambi… sabar ke saath iss safar mein judein rahiye.

Nice and beautiful introduction of the story....

jeet1436 · Sep 15, 2025

parkas said:
Nice and beautiful introduction of the story....

Thanks Bhai support this story

jeet1436 · Sep 16, 2025

Update 2 –FLASHBACK-10 SAAL PEHLE (14th May , 2015)

“Bachpan ki Dhadkanein”

Ek purana, shandar kothi ka bada sa aangan. Dopehar ki dhoop, Dhoop deewar par khilkhila rahi thi, hawa mein masoom hansi ki goonj thi. Ek chhota baccha, sirf teen saal ka, nange pair, gol-matol gaalon ke saath, poore courtyard mein bhaag raha tha.

Peeche ek aurat, ek plate mein roti aur doodh lekar, usse bulati ja rahi thi.

Mama (bechain lekin pyar bhari awaaz mein):
“Are ruk ja beta…zid mat kar. khana toh kha le. Itni shaitani achchi nahi… gir jaayega tu!”

Baccha rukne wala nahi tha. Uske hothon par sharaarati muskaan thi.

Baccha (khilkhilate huye):
“Nahi mama…mujhe Pehle pakad ke dikhao! Tabhi mein khana khaunga…Mujhe koi nahi pakad sakta!”

Poore ghar ke 20–25 log—naukar, rishtedaar, chhote bacche—sab uski masti dekhkar muskara rahe the. Kuch use rokne ki koshish karte, par wo itna tez tha ki kisi ke haath aata hi nahi tha.

Ek Naukar (hansi ke saath):
“Arrey wah!Yeh toh baaz ki tarah udd raha hai.” “Bada badmaash hai … pakad hi nahi aata.”

Dusra Aadmi (taali bajate hue):
“Bada hoke kamaal karega!”

Lekin kismat ki baat aur hoti hai. Suddenly Baccha aangan ke kone ki taraf bhaagta hai, aur achanak uske pair phisal jaate hain. Dhadd se girta hai.

Mama (cheekh kar):
“Betaaa!”

Zameen se takraate hi uske chhote ghutne se khoon behne lagta hai. Wo cheekhta hai—

Baccha (rote hue):
“Mamaaa!”

(Sab log shock ho jaate hain. Mami daud kar uske paas pahunchti hai. Bache ke ghootne se khoon nikal aata hai. Ravi aansu bhar kar chillata hai.)

Ek pal ke liye sab thamm jaata hai. Uski cheekh itni gehri thi ki deewar tak sunnar ho gayi. Aankhon mein aansu, zameen par lahu… aur phir sab kuch andhera.

Present – Neend Tutna (“Nayi Subah, Naya Imtihan”)

Ek jhatke se uski aankhen khul gayi. Saans tez, maatha pasine se bheega. Ab wo baccha nahi raha, ek jawaan aadmi tha.

Wo apne aapko ek purane se pahadi ghar ke kamre mein paata hai. Kamre mein ek purani charpai (bed) thi, jispar wo lete-lete uth baitha.

Usne apni hathon ko dekha—jaise abhi bhi usme wohi bachpan ka khoon laga ho. Uske chehre par ek ajeeb si kadvi muskaan thi.

Kashmir Ki Wadiyon Mein

Location: Kashmir – ek chhota sa pahadi gaon, jahan har subah khushbuon aur yaadon se bhari hoti hai.

Bahar se pahadon ki khamoshi aur prakriti ki awaaz aa rahi thi—
pankhiyon ki gunganahat,
jharne ki sar-saraana,
aur door se behte nadiyon ki khilkhilahat. sab kuch ek saath milke jaise ek geet gaa rahe the.

Sab kuch ek ajeeb sukoon aur rahasya se bhara tha.

Charpai par baitha wo ladka abhi bhi adhoora jag raha tha. Sapne ki cheekh uske dil mein abhi bhi kahin gunj rahi thi.

Tabhi darwaaza khulne ki halki si aahat hui. Ek aurat—andar aayi. Uske chehre par ghabrahat ke saath saath pyar aur mamta thi..

Maa (ghabrate hue):

Beta, kya firse wohi sapna dekha…

Woh (andar hi andar, khud se):
“Bachpan ke daag… kabhi bharte nahi. Har raat wohi awaaz… wohi cheekh.”

Wo ladka bolta hain nahi maa kuch nahi…. Mein uthke tayar ho jata hu, aap khana laga dijye…

Maa (muskurate hue):
“Beta, jaldi kar. Aaj ka din khaas hai. Tera 10th ka result aane wala hai. Mandir chalna hai, bhagwaan se ashirwaad lena zaroori hai.”

Wo ladka maa ki taraf dekhta hai. Uski aankhon mein do emotions ek saath ubharte hain—ek darr, aur ek ummeed.

Woh (dheere se, jaise khud ko sambhalte hue):
“Haan maa… main tayaar ho jaata hoon.”

Kamre ke ek kone mein rakha lota aur balti use yaad dilata hai ki ek nayi subah shuru ho rahi hai… par dil ke kisi kone mein abhi bhi kal raat ki cheekh gunj rahi thi.

Wo uth kar balti se paani nikalta hai. Thanda paani uske chehre par jaise zindagi ka ek naya jhatka deta hai. Uske andar ki thakan, wo sapna, sab ek pal ke liye dhul jaata hai.

Naha kar jab wo wapas aata hai, to maa uske liye ek saaf, safed kurta le aayi thi. Us kurte par maa ke haathon ki silai thi, jisme sirf dhaga nahi, uska pyar bhi buna tha.

Maa (kurta uske haath mein dete hue):
“Yeh pehen le. Aaj ka din yaadgar hona chahiye.”

Wo kurta pehenta hai. Aaina uske saamne tha—par wo sirf apne chehre ko nahi dekh raha tha. Uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb sa sawaal tha—kya aaj ka din uski zindagi badal dega?

Mandir ki taraf

Ghar ke bahar ki pathari li galiyan un dono ke kadmon se jag rahi thi. Maa aur beta ek saath chal rahe the. Upar pahadon par suraj poora nikal aaya tha, uski roshni nadiyon par padkar chandi ki tarah chamak rahi thi.

Mandir pahadon ki choti par tha. Uski ghanti ki awaaz door tak gunj rahi thi. Jaise har shabd, har dhadkan ko pavitra kar rahi ho.

Maa (mandir ke darwaze par ruk kar):
“Beta, yaad rakhna. Result numbers se zyada insaaniyat aur himmat zaroori hai. Jo bhi ho, tujhe apni maa ka fakhr banna hai.”

Wo maa ke pair chhoota hai, aur andar mandir ke ghrabh-grih mein ghanti bajata hai.

Uski aankhon mein ek prarthna thi—
“Bhagwaan, jo bhi likha hai, bas meri maa ko kabhi nirash mat karna.”

“Mandir ki Baatein”

Mandir ki ghanti abhi bhi goonj rahi thi. Maa parikrama kar rahi thi, saree ka anchal sir par jalte hue, har kadam ke saath prarthna karti ja rahi thi.

Us waqt ladka mandir ke andar aage badhta hai. Pandit ji baithhe the—safed dhoti, tilak laga hua, aur aankhon mein ek ajeeb si shanti. Lekin us shanti ke peeche jaise ek gahra samundar छुपा ho.

Woh pandit ji ke paas jaata hai, aur dheere se bolta hai:

Ladka (jhijakte hue):
“Pandit ji… ek sawaal hai.”

Pandit ji (muskaan ke saath, jaise use pehle se sab pata ho):
“Beta, mandir aane wale ke dil mein sawaal hamesha pehle se hota hai. Bas himmat chahiye usse poochhne ki. Poochho.”

Ladka kuch pal chup rehta hai, phir keh deta hai:

Ladka:
“Mere jeevan ka raasta kaisa hoga? Aaj toh sabko lagta hai main jeet gaya… par andar se lagta hai jaise kuch bada hone wala hai. Kuch aisa jo sab kuch badal dega.”

Pandit ji uski taraf gahri nazar se dekhte hain.

Pandit ji (gehri awaaz mein):
“Beta, teri kismat samundar ke jaisi hai—kabhi shaant, kabhi tufani. Aaj jo tu jeeta hai, wo sirf ek shuruaat hai. Aane wale dinon mein tujhe do raaste milenge—ek raasta tujhe aasman tak le jaayega, doosra raasta andheron mein ghaseet lega. Aur sabse badi baat… dono raaste ek hi manzil pe jaa kar milenge.”

Ladka ka dil tez dhadakne lagta hai.

Ladka:
“Ek hi manzil? Matlab… kya main haar jaaunga?”

Pandit ji (thodi muskaan ke saath, par aankhon mein raaz):
“Nahi beta… tujhe koi hara nahi sakta, jab tak tu apne sach se nahi bhagta. Yaad rakh, sabse bada shatru hamesha bahar nahi, kabhi kabhi apne andar bhi hota hai. Aur ek din… tere apne hi tujhe chor kahenge.”

Ye sunkar ladka ka chehra safed pad jata hai. Jaise uske sapne ki cheekh aur pandit ji ki baat ek hi dor se judi ho.

Ladka (halki awaaz mein):
“Phir mujhe kya karna hoga?”

Pandit ji bas ek shabd bolte hain—

Pandit ji (tez awaaz mein):
“Tyag.”

Tabhi uski maa aati hai, saree ka anchal abhi bhi sir par jalte hue, aur kehti hai—
“Beta, aa jaa. Parikrama ho gayi. Chal ghar chalte hain.”

Ladka pandit ji ki taraf dekhta hai. Pandit ji bas ek halka sa ishaara karte hain, jaise keh rahe ho—“Yaad rakhna, aaj ki baat ek din tere jeevan ka asli imtihaan banegi.”

Ghar lautne ka pal…

Mandir se lautne ke baad Ravi aur uski maa ne ghar ka raasta pakda. Aaj uske kadam pehli baar halkaapan mehsoos kar rahe the.

Dopahar tak gaon mein khabar aa jaati hai. Postman pahadi raaste se chadhte hue ek envelope le aata hai. Us par school ka naam likha hota hai.

“Udaan ka Pehla Din”

Postman ke haath se envelope lekar usne dhadakte dil ke saath kagaz khola. Maa ki aankhen uske chehre par tiki thi—jaise us kagaz mein likha har shabd unke liye prarthna ka jawaab ho.

Hawa thodi tez chal rahi thi, par us kagaz ke har akshar ne samay ko rok diya tha. Uski aankhon ne pehla shabd padha—

“First Position – State Topper”

RAVINDRA MISHRA

S/O – Vashudev Mishra & Tulshi Mishra

Han ye koi aur nahi Ravi hai…

Ravi ek pal ke liye jam gaya. Jaise zameen ne uske pair rokh liye. Uski saanson ne apna raasta bhool liya. Aur phir—ek muskaan phoot nikli.

Jaise har pathar, har mod uski jeet ka geet gaa raha ho.
Pahadon par se guzar kar nadi ke kinare se hoti hui ek patli si raah ghar tak jaati thi. Har mod par charaagahen thi, jahan bheed char rahi thi, aur door-daraz se ghantiyaan baj rahi thi. Kashmir ki sard hawa uske kurte ko udh udh kar naach rahi thi.

Ravi (halki awaaz mein, jaise sapne se):
“Maa… main… top kar gaya.”

Maa ke chehre par aansu baras gaye, lekin wo aansu dukh ke nahi, garv ke the. Unhone apne bete ko gale se lagaya, itna zor se jaise kabhi chhodna hi na ho.

Maa (roti hui, lekin muskurate hue):
“Beta, tu toh meri umeed se bhi zyada nikla. Bhagwaan tujhe hamesha aise hi roshan kare.”

Gaon ke aas paas ke log bhi wahaan aa gaye the. Har koi usse mubarakbaad dene laga.

Ek padosi (haath milate hue):
“Arre, yeh toh kamaal ho gaya! Hamare gaon ka ladka district ka topper ban gaya. Ab toh iska naam har jagah hoga.”

Mandir ki ghantiyaan door tak bajti jaa rahi thi, jaise khud bhagwaan bhi uski jeet ka jashn mana rahe ho.

Us moment mein usne apne aap se ek vaada kiya—
“Yeh sirf shuruaat hai. Ab jo bhi karna hai, maa ki khushi aur izzat ke liye karna hai.”

Ravi aur maa ghar ke darwaze par aaye. Ghar ke samne ek bada sa seb ka ped tha, jiske neeche ek purani lakdi ki bench thi. Maa wahi baith gayi, aur Ravi ko andar jaane ko kaha.

Maa (thak kar, lekin khushi se):
“Ja beta… thoda aaram kar le. Main chai banati hoon, tu toh aaj sach mein asmaan chhoo aaya.”

Ravi ek pal ko ruka… fir usne maa ka haath pakda, aur apne bhari dil se bas itna kaha:

Ravi:
“Maa… main aaj sirf padhaayi mein nahi jeeta, tere sapne mein bhi jeeta.”

Maa bas aankhon se aansu baha kar muskara di. Kashmir ki us shaam mein, ek maa ki aankhon mein chandni chamak rahi thi.

“Raat Ka Mehmaan – Baba Ki Wapsi”

Shaam dhal gayi thi. Wadiyon mein suraj chhup chuka tha, lekin unka ghar ab bhi roshan tha—na sirf diye se, balki Ravi ki jeet ke prakash se.

Tabhi dur se ek purani cycle ki ghanti ki awaaz aayi.

Kharrr-kharr… tringg-tringg…

Ye awaaz jaise Ravi ke dil ki dhadkan ban gayi. Uske Baba wapas aa rahe the. Har raat ki tarah aaj bhi wo subah se sheher ke bazaar mein sabzi le jaane gaye the. Unka jhukta hua lekin garv se bhara kad ek purani si cycle par tha, jisme pichhle carrier par do boriyaan hoti thi.

Ravi (khidki se dekhkar):
“Baba aa gaye!”

Ravi daudta hua bahar gaya. Baba ne cycle khadi ki, aur uski aankhon ne turant beta ke haath mein result ka kagaz dekh liya.

Baba (saansein phoolti hui, lekin aankhon mein chamak):
“Ka… kaun sa paper hai beta?”

Ravi ne kagaz baba ke haath mein diya… Baba ne dheere dheere padhna shuru kiya…

"First Position – State Topper
RAVINDRA MISHRA
S/O – Vashudev Mishra & Tulshi Mishra"

Baba ka chehra ek pal mein badal gaya.

Unki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye, lekin wo aansu thakaan ke nahi, fakr ke the.

Baba (rukhi awaaz mein, lekin bhaav bhare hue):
“Tu… tu toh hamara naam roshan kar diya, beta.
Yeh jo cycle chala raha hoon na… ek din tu mujhe car mein bithayega.
Aur main sabko bolunga—yeh mera beta hai… Ravi Mishra, jo Kashmir ke pahadon se udaan bharta hai.”

Ravi ne baba ko gale se laga liya. Ek mazdoor pita aur ek sapne dekhta beta—dono ki aankhon mein naye sapne the, aur dil mein ek hi iraada:

“Ab rukna nahi hai.”

“Raat Ka Bhojan – Ek Parivaar Ka Milan”

Us raat Tulshi maa ne haath se rajma chawal aur kesar wali kheer banayi. Ghar ke chhote se kamre mein teen log—ek maa, ek pita aur ek beta—ek thali se khana baant rahe the.

Bahar thandi hawa chali, to maa ne Ravi ke kandhe par shawl daal diya.

Maa (muskurate hue):
“Padhai toh jeet gaya… ab zindagi jeetni hai.”

Baba (gambhir lekin naram awaaz mein):
“Beta, tu zameen se juda rehna. Topper banna asaan hota hai, par insaan banna mushkil. Aur yaad rakh… kabhi bhi apni maa ki aankhon mein aansu na laana. Fakr ke aansu theek hain… baaki nahi.”

Ravi bas un dono ko dekhta raha…
Unke chehre, unke haathon ke jhuriyan, unki thakaan—sab kuch uske liye ek kitaab ban chuki thi.
Ek kitaab, jisme likha tha—“Kaamyabi ka asli matlab sirf jeet nahi, shukr bhi hota hai.”

Kashmir Ki Raat – Sapno Ki Chadar Tale

Us raat Ravi chhat par lete hue aasman ki taraf dekhta raha. Taare aaj kuch zyada hi chamak rahe the. Uske sapne ab sirf uske nahi rahe, poore parivaar ke ho gaye the.

Tabhi usse pandit ji ke shabd yaad aaye—

"Do raaste milenge… dono ek hi manzil tak le jaayenge."
"Tere apne hi tujhe chor kahenge…"
"Sabse bada shatru kabhi kabhi apne andar hota hai…"
Aur… “Tyag.”

Uske chehre par muskaan thi, lekin aankhon mein ek chhupi hui ladai.
Wo jaanta tha—jeet sirf shuruaat thi.

“Raahon Ka Chunaav”

Scene: Kashmir ka Gaon → Delhi ki Duniya

Gaon ki Subah – Form Bharne Ka Din

Ek subah Ravi apni purani wooden table par baitha tha. Saamne laptop nahi, ek form ka printout tha.
Pen haath mein tha, aur maa ek purani almari se uske mark sheet, birth certificate, aur residence proof nikaal rahi thi.

Maa (saaf karte hue kagazon ko):
"Beta, yeh sab sambhal ke rakhna. Sheher mein documents hi pehchaan ban jaate hain."

Ravi ne deep breath liya aur admission form bharna shuru kiya:

Admission Form Details – Delhi Public Higher Secondary School, Lajpat Nagar

Name: Ravindra Mishra
Father's Name: Vashudev Mishra
Mother's Name: Tulshi Mishra
Date of Birth: 4th Mar, 2000
Class Applying For: 11th – Science Stream
Last School Attended: Govt. School, Baramulla (J&K Board)
Marks Obtained: 98.9% (State Topper)
Contact Number: 9862990
Address: Mishra Bhawan, Pahadi Gaon, District Baramulla, J&K

Form ke end mein ek declaration tha:

"Main satya pratigya karta hoon ki upar diya gaya sabhi vivaran satya aur sahi hai.
Agar kuch galat paya gaya, to mera pravesh raddh kiya jaa sakta hai."

Ravi ne sign kiya: Ravindra Mishra.

Uske baad form aur sabhi documents ek envelope mein daal kar Speed Post se bhej diya gaya.
Destination:
Principal, Delhi Public Higher Secondary School, Lajpat Nagar, New Delhi – 110024

Teen Din Baad – Ek Naya Lifafa

Shaam ke waqt jab Ravi chhat par kitaab padh raha tha, tabhi postman aaya.

Postman (muskura kar):
"Ravi babua ke liye Dilli se lifafa aaya hai!"

Maa ne darwaza khola, Ravi ne daud kar letter liya. Golden border wala envelope tha.
Upar likha tha:

“Delhi Public Higher Secondary School – Admission Office”

Ravi ka dil zor zor se dhadakne laga.

Admission Letter (Offer Letter)

To,
Mr. Ravindra Mishra
S/O Shri Vashudev Mishra
Village – Pahadi gaon, Dist. Baramulla, Jammu & Kashmir

Subject: Admission Confirmation for Class XI (Science Stream)

Dear Mr. Mishra,
We are pleased to inform you that based on your outstanding academic performance and merit position (State Topper – J&K Board), you have been granted admission to Class XII (Science) at Delhi Public Higher Secondary School, Lajpat Nagar.

Please find below your admission details:

Admission Number: DPHS/2025/0631
Stream: Science (PCM + Computer Science)
Reporting Date: 1st June, 2015, 9:00 AM Sharp
Orientation Date: 2nd June, 2015
Session Starts: 3rd April 2026
Documents to Carry:

Original 10th Marksheet

State Topper Certificate

Birth Certificate

ID Proof (Aadhaar / PAN)

Passport Size Photos (5 copies)

Migration Certificate from J&K Board

Kindly note, hostel allotment for outstation students will be done on 1st June post reporting.

We congratulate you once again and welcome you to our institution.

With regards,
Principal, Delhi Public Higher Secondary School
(Affiliated to CBSE)

Tayyari – Sheher Jaane Ki

Baba ne Ravi ke liye ek naya suitcase kharida – dark blue colour ka, aur usme:

Naye kapde
Notebooks, pens
Maa ka diya hua bhagwan ka chhota sa photo
Aur ek rumal jisme Tulshi Mishra ne chhup kar kesar aur mishri baandh ke rakha tha — "safalta ke liye shagun"

Maa (aankhen bhar aayi):
“Yeh rumal tere bag mein rahega… jab kabhi tanha lage, pakad lena.”

Kashmir Se Dilli Ki Yatra – Ek Nayi Subah Ka Safar

Train: Jammu Tawi Express
Seat No: S4 – Lower Berth
Date: 30 May ,2015

Ravi ne khidki ke paas baith kar pehli baar Kashmir ke pahaadon ko peeche chhodte hue dekha.
Jaise kahani ki pehli kitab band ho rahi ho… aur doosri shuru.

Uske bag mein form tha, letter tha, aur sapna tha…

Lekin dil mein kahin ek purani cheekh ab bhi gunj rahi thi.

Train Scene – “Safar ka Anjaana Saathi”

Jammu Tawi Express dheere-dheere platform se nikal rahi thi. Jammu Tawi Express ne speed pakad li thi. Ravi apni lower berth wali seat par baitha tha. Window ke bahar pahad peeche chhoot rahe the, Maa ka diya hua rumal uske bag ke andar tha, aur uske dil me ek ajeeb si ghabrahat. Ravi apne seat par baitha soch raha tha—“Yeh safar sirf ek sheher ka nahi… zindagi ka naya mod hai.”

Train ne speed pakdi hi thi ki saamne ke compartment se thodi hungamaai awaaz sunayi di.

Tabhi ek halki si füsfüsaahat uske kaan tak pahunchi—

“Arrey madam… itni akeli kyu khadi ho?”

Ravi ne dekha—teen ladke ek ladki ki ke paas khade the. Ladki ki umar Ravi ki hi aas-paas thi. Uske chehre pe dar tha, par usne awaaz nahi nikali.

Ladka 1 (teekhi muskaan ke saath):

“Book side pe rakh de… humein bhi padha de zara.”

Ladka 2 (aankh maar kar):

“Train lambi hai… safar bore ho jaayega… thoda timepass kar le.”

Ladka 3 (bottle khinch kar):
“Arre, pani tu akele pi rahi hai? Humare saath share kar le na…”

Dusra uske bag ko kheenchne laga, “Arre dekh yeh kitna bada bag hai… kya-kya chhupa rakha hai isme?”

Sab passengers chup baithe the—kuch ne nazar jhuka li, kuch ne bas dekh kar ignore kar diya. Compartment me ek ajeeb si khamoshi cha gayi thi.

Ravi ki aankhon me ek dum gussa aa gaya. Usne turant seat se uth kar un ladko ke paas jaakar kaha. Usne bas ek line boli—

“Bas karo,Chhod do usse.”

Ek gunda hansi uda kar bola—

“Arre hero banega? Chal tu apni seat dekh…”

Wo ladke hansi udate hue uski taraf aage badhe. Ek ne Ravi ko dhakka diya, par agle hi pal Ravi ne uska haath pakad kar itni zor se mod diya ki uske mooh se cheekh nikal gayi. Ladka dard se chillaya.

Phir Ravi ne collar se pakad kar side ki wall se de maara.

Ladki ka chehra ab bhi dar se safed tha, lekin Ravi ne usse haath ke ishare se chup rehne ko kaha.

Dusre ne Ravi par punch maara, par Ravi ne jhuk kar uske pair ko kheench liya—wo seedha floor par gira. Teesra Ravi ki taraf aaya, par tab tak TC aur kuch passengers bhi khade ho gaye.

Ek aur gunda Ravi ke peeche se aaya aur uske sir par attack karne laga, lekin Ravi ne turant jhuk kar uska paair pakad liya aur zor se kheench diya. Ladka neeche gir gaya.

Ladki ab bhi chup thi, lekin uski aankhon me ajeeb sa dard tha—jaise kuch kehna chahti ho, par keh nahi pa rahi.

ab compartment me claps bajne lage. Ek buddhe uncle bole—

“Wah beta, aise hi samaj ke rakshak bante hain!”

TC bhi tab tak aa gaya tha. Un ladko ko turant agli station par utarwa diya . Sab passengers ne Ravi ki taareef ki.

Jab Ravi apni seat par wapas baitha, usne dekha—woh ladki uske bagal wali seat par aayi. Usne Ravi ko ek pal ke liye dekha, fir aankhen jhuka li.

Aankhon me aansu lekin awaaz narmi leke bas dheere se ek lafz kaha—

“Shukriya…”

“Thank you… agar aap nahi hote toh…”

Ravi (thoda muskurate hue):

“Bas, aap apni seat pe safe baithe. Ab koi kuch nahi kahega.”

Aur jab ladki apni seat par bethi… usne dhyaan diya ki uski ticket ka number exactly Ravi ki bagal wali berth tha.

Ravi ne khidki ke bahar dekha… jaise kismat usse naye raaste pe le ja rahi ho.

Dilli – Orientation Day

1st June ,2015 ko Ravi ne pehli baar Delhi ka traffic, bheed, aur hawaa mehsoos ki. Hostel pahunchte hi uska pehla sawal tha:

Ravi (reception par):
“Mandir kaha hai yahan aas-paas?”

Mandir ke baad – “Safed Gaadi ka Rahasya”

Subah ke time Ravi ek chhoti gali me se guzar kar mandir gaya. Ghanti bajayi, prarthna ki:

“Bhagwan… maa kabhi nirash na ho, bas itna de dena.”

Mandir se nikalte waqt Ravi ke chehre par sukoon tha. Usne socha—“Shayad yeh sheher bhi mera ho jaayega.”

Lekin hostel wapas lautne ke raaste par ek ajeeb ghatna hui.

Badi road cross karte waqt ek white SUV achanak speed se uske samne aa gayi. Driver horn bajate hue cheekha—

“Arey oye, dekh ke nahi chal sakta kya?”

Ravi ek pal ke liye freeze ho gaya. Uske pair jaise zameen me gad gaye.

Usi waqt kisi anjaane haath ne usse peeche se zor ka dhakka diya. Ravi road ke ek kone par gir gaya. Gaadi ek dum uske bagal se nikli—agar ek second late hota toh…

Gaadi ruk kar wapas nahi aayi. Ravi ne sir utha kar dekha, lekin bas number plate ki ek jhalak mili aur dhool ka badal.

Jo usse dhakka de kar bachaya tha, wo bheed me gayab ho chuka tha. Ravi ne aas-paas dekha… par koi pehchaan nahi aayi.

Usne apne ghutne par lagi chot ko dekha. Khoon beh raha tha—aur uske dimaag me turant wahi bachpan wala flashback aaya.

“Mamaaa!”

Wo chhota sa cheekhta baccha… aur aaj ka Ravi… dono ek hi dhadkan me jud gaye.

Ravi ne apne bag ko tight pakda aur dil me socha:

“Dilli ki zindagi shayad aasaan nahi hone wali. Yahan har mod par imtihaan hai.”

Aur wo chhup chaap hostel ki taraf chal pada… aankhon me darr bhi tha, lekin andar ek chhupi hui taakat bhi.

Ravi apne ghutne se behte khoon ko dekh kar ek pal ke liye khud se hi füsfüsaya—

“Kaun tha wo… aur yeh gaadi… mujhe kyu lagta hai yeh sirf ek accident nahi tha?”

Uske dimaag me turant Pandit ji ki baatein gunji—

“Ek din tere apne hi tujhe chor kahenge…”

“Sabse bada shatru kabhi kabhi apne andar hota hai…”

Ravi ka dil tez dhadakne laga. Usne aasman ki taraf dekha… aur mann me ek hi sawaal tha—

“Yeh safar sach me ek naya shuruaat hai… ya kisi bade tufaan ki dastak?”

Suspense Begins…

“Ye sirf accident tha… ya kisi ne jaan bujhkar mujhe marne ki koshish ki?”

Aur phir uske andar aur bhi sawal phootne lage:

Kisne Ravi ko dhakka diya aur bachaya bhi?

Wo safed SUV kiski thi? Aur kyu Ravi ko target banaya gaya?

Kya is ghatna ka connection us ladki se tha jo train me mili thi?

Kaun thi wo? Kyu akeli travel kar rahi thi? Aur uske chehre pe wo chhupi hui kahani kya thi?

Aur sabse bada sawaal—Ravi ka asli raaz kya hai, jo duniya se chhupaya ja raha hai?

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Yeh questions suspense ko alive rakhenge, aur reader agla page पलटने pe majboor ho jaayega.

park · Sep 16, 2025

jeet1436 said:
Update 2 –FLASHBACK-10 SAAL PEHLE (14th May , 2015)

“Bachpan ki Dhadkanein”

Ek purana, shandar kothi ka bada sa aangan. Dopehar ki dhoop, Dhoop deewar par khilkhila rahi thi, hawa mein masoom hansi ki goonj thi. Ek chhota baccha, sirf teen saal ka, nange pair, gol-matol gaalon ke saath, poore courtyard mein bhaag raha tha.

Peeche ek aurat, ek plate mein roti aur doodh lekar, usse bulati ja rahi thi.

Mama (bechain lekin pyar bhari awaaz mein):
“Are ruk ja beta…zid mat kar. khana toh kha le. Itni shaitani achchi nahi… gir jaayega tu!”

Baccha rukne wala nahi tha. Uske hothon par sharaarati muskaan thi.

Baccha (khilkhilate huye):
“Nahi mama…mujhe Pehle pakad ke dikhao! Tabhi mein khana khaunga…Mujhe koi nahi pakad sakta!”

Poore ghar ke 20–25 log—naukar, rishtedaar, chhote bacche—sab uski masti dekhkar muskara rahe the. Kuch use rokne ki koshish karte, par wo itna tez tha ki kisi ke haath aata hi nahi tha.

Ek Naukar (hansi ke saath):
“Arrey wah!Yeh toh baaz ki tarah udd raha hai.” “Bada badmaash hai … pakad hi nahi aata.”

Dusra Aadmi (taali bajate hue):
“Bada hoke kamaal karega!”

Lekin kismat ki baat aur hoti hai. Suddenly Baccha aangan ke kone ki taraf bhaagta hai, aur achanak uske pair phisal jaate hain. Dhadd se girta hai.

Mama (cheekh kar):
“Betaaa!”

Zameen se takraate hi uske chhote ghutne se khoon behne lagta hai. Wo cheekhta hai—

Baccha (rote hue):
“Mamaaa!”

(Sab log shock ho jaate hain. Mami daud kar uske paas pahunchti hai. Bache ke ghootne se khoon nikal aata hai. Ravi aansu bhar kar chillata hai.)

Ek pal ke liye sab thamm jaata hai. Uski cheekh itni gehri thi ki deewar tak sunnar ho gayi. Aankhon mein aansu, zameen par lahu… aur phir sab kuch andhera.

Present – Neend Tutna (“Nayi Subah, Naya Imtihan”)

Ek jhatke se uski aankhen khul gayi. Saans tez, maatha pasine se bheega. Ab wo baccha nahi raha, ek jawaan aadmi tha.

Wo apne aapko ek purane se pahadi ghar ke kamre mein paata hai. Kamre mein ek purani charpai (bed) thi, jispar wo lete-lete uth baitha.

Usne apni hathon ko dekha—jaise abhi bhi usme wohi bachpan ka khoon laga ho. Uske chehre par ek ajeeb si kadvi muskaan thi.

Kashmir Ki Wadiyon Mein

Location: Kashmir – ek chhota sa pahadi gaon, jahan har subah khushbuon aur yaadon se bhari hoti hai.

Bahar se pahadon ki khamoshi aur prakriti ki awaaz aa rahi thi—
pankhiyon ki gunganahat,
jharne ki sar-saraana,
aur door se behte nadiyon ki khilkhilahat. sab kuch ek saath milke jaise ek geet gaa rahe the.

Sab kuch ek ajeeb sukoon aur rahasya se bhara tha.

Charpai par baitha wo ladka abhi bhi adhoora jag raha tha. Sapne ki cheekh uske dil mein abhi bhi kahin gunj rahi thi.

Tabhi darwaaza khulne ki halki si aahat hui. Ek aurat—andar aayi. Uske chehre par ghabrahat ke saath saath pyar aur mamta thi..

Maa (ghabrate hue):

Beta, kya firse wohi sapna dekha…

Woh (andar hi andar, khud se):
“Bachpan ke daag… kabhi bharte nahi. Har raat wohi awaaz… wohi cheekh.”

Wo ladka bolta hain nahi maa kuch nahi…. Mein uthke tayar ho jata hu, aap khana laga dijye…

Maa (muskurate hue):
“Beta, jaldi kar. Aaj ka din khaas hai. Tera 10th ka result aane wala hai. Mandir chalna hai, bhagwaan se ashirwaad lena zaroori hai.”

Wo ladka maa ki taraf dekhta hai. Uski aankhon mein do emotions ek saath ubharte hain—ek darr, aur ek ummeed.

Woh (dheere se, jaise khud ko sambhalte hue):
“Haan maa… main tayaar ho jaata hoon.”

Kamre ke ek kone mein rakha lota aur balti use yaad dilata hai ki ek nayi subah shuru ho rahi hai… par dil ke kisi kone mein abhi bhi kal raat ki cheekh gunj rahi thi.

Wo uth kar balti se paani nikalta hai. Thanda paani uske chehre par jaise zindagi ka ek naya jhatka deta hai. Uske andar ki thakan, wo sapna, sab ek pal ke liye dhul jaata hai.

Naha kar jab wo wapas aata hai, to maa uske liye ek saaf, safed kurta le aayi thi. Us kurte par maa ke haathon ki silai thi, jisme sirf dhaga nahi, uska pyar bhi buna tha.

Maa (kurta uske haath mein dete hue):
“Yeh pehen le. Aaj ka din yaadgar hona chahiye.”

Wo kurta pehenta hai. Aaina uske saamne tha—par wo sirf apne chehre ko nahi dekh raha tha. Uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb sa sawaal tha—kya aaj ka din uski zindagi badal dega?

Mandir ki taraf

Ghar ke bahar ki pathari li galiyan un dono ke kadmon se jag rahi thi. Maa aur beta ek saath chal rahe the. Upar pahadon par suraj poora nikal aaya tha, uski roshni nadiyon par padkar chandi ki tarah chamak rahi thi.

Mandir pahadon ki choti par tha. Uski ghanti ki awaaz door tak gunj rahi thi. Jaise har shabd, har dhadkan ko pavitra kar rahi ho.

Maa (mandir ke darwaze par ruk kar):
“Beta, yaad rakhna. Result numbers se zyada insaaniyat aur himmat zaroori hai. Jo bhi ho, tujhe apni maa ka fakhr banna hai.”

Wo maa ke pair chhoota hai, aur andar mandir ke ghrabh-grih mein ghanti bajata hai.

Uski aankhon mein ek prarthna thi—
“Bhagwaan, jo bhi likha hai, bas meri maa ko kabhi nirash mat karna.”

“Mandir ki Baatein”

Mandir ki ghanti abhi bhi goonj rahi thi. Maa parikrama kar rahi thi, saree ka anchal sir par jalte hue, har kadam ke saath prarthna karti ja rahi thi.

Us waqt ladka mandir ke andar aage badhta hai. Pandit ji baithhe the—safed dhoti, tilak laga hua, aur aankhon mein ek ajeeb si shanti. Lekin us shanti ke peeche jaise ek gahra samundar छुपा ho.

Woh pandit ji ke paas jaata hai, aur dheere se bolta hai:

Ladka (jhijakte hue):
“Pandit ji… ek sawaal hai.”

Pandit ji (muskaan ke saath, jaise use pehle se sab pata ho):
“Beta, mandir aane wale ke dil mein sawaal hamesha pehle se hota hai. Bas himmat chahiye usse poochhne ki. Poochho.”

Ladka kuch pal chup rehta hai, phir keh deta hai:

Ladka:
“Mere jeevan ka raasta kaisa hoga? Aaj toh sabko lagta hai main jeet gaya… par andar se lagta hai jaise kuch bada hone wala hai. Kuch aisa jo sab kuch badal dega.”

Pandit ji uski taraf gahri nazar se dekhte hain.

Pandit ji (gehri awaaz mein):
“Beta, teri kismat samundar ke jaisi hai—kabhi shaant, kabhi tufani. Aaj jo tu jeeta hai, wo sirf ek shuruaat hai. Aane wale dinon mein tujhe do raaste milenge—ek raasta tujhe aasman tak le jaayega, doosra raasta andheron mein ghaseet lega. Aur sabse badi baat… dono raaste ek hi manzil pe jaa kar milenge.”

Ladka ka dil tez dhadakne lagta hai.

Ladka:
“Ek hi manzil? Matlab… kya main haar jaaunga?”

Pandit ji (thodi muskaan ke saath, par aankhon mein raaz):
“Nahi beta… tujhe koi hara nahi sakta, jab tak tu apne sach se nahi bhagta. Yaad rakh, sabse bada shatru hamesha bahar nahi, kabhi kabhi apne andar bhi hota hai. Aur ek din… tere apne hi tujhe chor kahenge.”

Ye sunkar ladka ka chehra safed pad jata hai. Jaise uske sapne ki cheekh aur pandit ji ki baat ek hi dor se judi ho.

Ladka (halki awaaz mein):
“Phir mujhe kya karna hoga?”

Pandit ji bas ek shabd bolte hain—

Pandit ji (tez awaaz mein):
“Tyag.”

Tabhi uski maa aati hai, saree ka anchal abhi bhi sir par jalte hue, aur kehti hai—
“Beta, aa jaa. Parikrama ho gayi. Chal ghar chalte hain.”

Ladka pandit ji ki taraf dekhta hai. Pandit ji bas ek halka sa ishaara karte hain, jaise keh rahe ho—“Yaad rakhna, aaj ki baat ek din tere jeevan ka asli imtihaan banegi.”

Ghar lautne ka pal…

Mandir se lautne ke baad Ravi aur uski maa ne ghar ka raasta pakda. Aaj uske kadam pehli baar halkaapan mehsoos kar rahe the.

Dopahar tak gaon mein khabar aa jaati hai. Postman pahadi raaste se chadhte hue ek envelope le aata hai. Us par school ka naam likha hota hai.

“Udaan ka Pehla Din”

Postman ke haath se envelope lekar usne dhadakte dil ke saath kagaz khola. Maa ki aankhen uske chehre par tiki thi—jaise us kagaz mein likha har shabd unke liye prarthna ka jawaab ho.

Hawa thodi tez chal rahi thi, par us kagaz ke har akshar ne samay ko rok diya tha. Uski aankhon ne pehla shabd padha—

“First Position – State Topper”

RAVINDRA MISHRA

S/O – Vashudev Mishra & Tulshi Mishra

Han ye koi aur nahi Ravi hai…

Ravi ek pal ke liye jam gaya. Jaise zameen ne uske pair rokh liye. Uski saanson ne apna raasta bhool liya. Aur phir—ek muskaan phoot nikli.

Jaise har pathar, har mod uski jeet ka geet gaa raha ho.
Pahadon par se guzar kar nadi ke kinare se hoti hui ek patli si raah ghar tak jaati thi. Har mod par charaagahen thi, jahan bheed char rahi thi, aur door-daraz se ghantiyaan baj rahi thi. Kashmir ki sard hawa uske kurte ko udh udh kar naach rahi thi.

Ravi (halki awaaz mein, jaise sapne se):
“Maa… main… top kar gaya.”

Maa ke chehre par aansu baras gaye, lekin wo aansu dukh ke nahi, garv ke the. Unhone apne bete ko gale se lagaya, itna zor se jaise kabhi chhodna hi na ho.

Maa (roti hui, lekin muskurate hue):
“Beta, tu toh meri umeed se bhi zyada nikla. Bhagwaan tujhe hamesha aise hi roshan kare.”

Gaon ke aas paas ke log bhi wahaan aa gaye the. Har koi usse mubarakbaad dene laga.

Ek padosi (haath milate hue):
“Arre, yeh toh kamaal ho gaya! Hamare gaon ka ladka district ka topper ban gaya. Ab toh iska naam har jagah hoga.”

Mandir ki ghantiyaan door tak bajti jaa rahi thi, jaise khud bhagwaan bhi uski jeet ka jashn mana rahe ho.

Us moment mein usne apne aap se ek vaada kiya—
“Yeh sirf shuruaat hai. Ab jo bhi karna hai, maa ki khushi aur izzat ke liye karna hai.”

Ravi aur maa ghar ke darwaze par aaye. Ghar ke samne ek bada sa seb ka ped tha, jiske neeche ek purani lakdi ki bench thi. Maa wahi baith gayi, aur Ravi ko andar jaane ko kaha.

Maa (thak kar, lekin khushi se):
“Ja beta… thoda aaram kar le. Main chai banati hoon, tu toh aaj sach mein asmaan chhoo aaya.”

Ravi ek pal ko ruka… fir usne maa ka haath pakda, aur apne bhari dil se bas itna kaha:

Ravi:
“Maa… main aaj sirf padhaayi mein nahi jeeta, tere sapne mein bhi jeeta.”

Maa bas aankhon se aansu baha kar muskara di. Kashmir ki us shaam mein, ek maa ki aankhon mein chandni chamak rahi thi.

“Raat Ka Mehmaan – Baba Ki Wapsi”

Shaam dhal gayi thi. Wadiyon mein suraj chhup chuka tha, lekin unka ghar ab bhi roshan tha—na sirf diye se, balki Ravi ki jeet ke prakash se.

Tabhi dur se ek purani cycle ki ghanti ki awaaz aayi.

Kharrr-kharr… tringg-tringg…

Ye awaaz jaise Ravi ke dil ki dhadkan ban gayi. Uske Baba wapas aa rahe the. Har raat ki tarah aaj bhi wo subah se sheher ke bazaar mein sabzi le jaane gaye the. Unka jhukta hua lekin garv se bhara kad ek purani si cycle par tha, jisme pichhle carrier par do boriyaan hoti thi.

Ravi (khidki se dekhkar):
“Baba aa gaye!”

Ravi daudta hua bahar gaya. Baba ne cycle khadi ki, aur uski aankhon ne turant beta ke haath mein result ka kagaz dekh liya.

Baba (saansein phoolti hui, lekin aankhon mein chamak):
“Ka… kaun sa paper hai beta?”

Ravi ne kagaz baba ke haath mein diya… Baba ne dheere dheere padhna shuru kiya…

"First Position – State Topper
RAVINDRA MISHRA
S/O – Vashudev Mishra & Tulshi Mishra"

Baba ka chehra ek pal mein badal gaya.

Unki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye, lekin wo aansu thakaan ke nahi, fakr ke the.

Baba (rukhi awaaz mein, lekin bhaav bhare hue):
“Tu… tu toh hamara naam roshan kar diya, beta.
Yeh jo cycle chala raha hoon na… ek din tu mujhe car mein bithayega.
Aur main sabko bolunga—yeh mera beta hai… Ravi Mishra, jo Kashmir ke pahadon se udaan bharta hai.”

Ravi ne baba ko gale se laga liya. Ek mazdoor pita aur ek sapne dekhta beta—dono ki aankhon mein naye sapne the, aur dil mein ek hi iraada:

“Ab rukna nahi hai.”

“Raat Ka Bhojan – Ek Parivaar Ka Milan”

Us raat Tulshi maa ne haath se rajma chawal aur kesar wali kheer banayi. Ghar ke chhote se kamre mein teen log—ek maa, ek pita aur ek beta—ek thali se khana baant rahe the.

Bahar thandi hawa chali, to maa ne Ravi ke kandhe par shawl daal diya.

Maa (muskurate hue):
“Padhai toh jeet gaya… ab zindagi jeetni hai.”

Baba (gambhir lekin naram awaaz mein):
“Beta, tu zameen se juda rehna. Topper banna asaan hota hai, par insaan banna mushkil. Aur yaad rakh… kabhi bhi apni maa ki aankhon mein aansu na laana. Fakr ke aansu theek hain… baaki nahi.”

Ravi bas un dono ko dekhta raha…
Unke chehre, unke haathon ke jhuriyan, unki thakaan—sab kuch uske liye ek kitaab ban chuki thi.
Ek kitaab, jisme likha tha—“Kaamyabi ka asli matlab sirf jeet nahi, shukr bhi hota hai.”

Kashmir Ki Raat – Sapno Ki Chadar Tale

Us raat Ravi chhat par lete hue aasman ki taraf dekhta raha. Taare aaj kuch zyada hi chamak rahe the. Uske sapne ab sirf uske nahi rahe, poore parivaar ke ho gaye the.

Tabhi usse pandit ji ke shabd yaad aaye—

"Do raaste milenge… dono ek hi manzil tak le jaayenge."
"Tere apne hi tujhe chor kahenge…"
"Sabse bada shatru kabhi kabhi apne andar hota hai…"
Aur… “Tyag.”

Uske chehre par muskaan thi, lekin aankhon mein ek chhupi hui ladai.
Wo jaanta tha—jeet sirf shuruaat thi.

“Raahon Ka Chunaav”

Scene: Kashmir ka Gaon → Delhi ki Duniya

Gaon ki Subah – Form Bharne Ka Din

Ek subah Ravi apni purani wooden table par baitha tha. Saamne laptop nahi, ek form ka printout tha.
Pen haath mein tha, aur maa ek purani almari se uske mark sheet, birth certificate, aur residence proof nikaal rahi thi.

Maa (saaf karte hue kagazon ko):
"Beta, yeh sab sambhal ke rakhna. Sheher mein documents hi pehchaan ban jaate hain."

Ravi ne deep breath liya aur admission form bharna shuru kiya:

Admission Form Details – Delhi Public Higher Secondary School, Lajpat Nagar

Name: Ravindra Mishra

Father's Name: Vashudev Mishra

Mother's Name: Tulshi Mishra

Date of Birth: 4th Mar, 2000

Class Applying For: 11th – Science Stream

Last School Attended: Govt. School, Baramulla (J&K Board)

Marks Obtained: 98.9% (State Topper)

Contact Number: 9862990

Address: Mishra Bhawan, Pahadi Gaon, District Baramulla, J&K

Form ke end mein ek declaration tha:

"Main satya pratigya karta hoon ki upar diya gaya sabhi vivaran satya aur sahi hai.
Agar kuch galat paya gaya, to mera pravesh raddh kiya jaa sakta hai."

Ravi ne sign kiya: Ravindra Mishra.

Uske baad form aur sabhi documents ek envelope mein daal kar Speed Post se bhej diya gaya.
Destination:
Principal, Delhi Public Higher Secondary School, Lajpat Nagar, New Delhi – 110024

Teen Din Baad – Ek Naya Lifafa

Shaam ke waqt jab Ravi chhat par kitaab padh raha tha, tabhi postman aaya.

Postman (muskura kar):
"Ravi babua ke liye Dilli se lifafa aaya hai!"

Maa ne darwaza khola, Ravi ne daud kar letter liya. Golden border wala envelope tha.
Upar likha tha:

“Delhi Public Higher Secondary School – Admission Office”

Ravi ka dil zor zor se dhadakne laga.

Admission Letter (Offer Letter)

To,
Mr. Ravindra Mishra
S/O Shri Vashudev Mishra
Village – Pahadi gaon, Dist. Baramulla, Jammu & Kashmir

Subject: Admission Confirmation for Class XI (Science Stream)

Dear Mr. Mishra,
We are pleased to inform you that based on your outstanding academic performance and merit position (State Topper – J&K Board), you have been granted admission to Class XII (Science) at Delhi Public Higher Secondary School, Lajpat Nagar.

Please find below your admission details:

Admission Number: DPHS/2025/0631

Stream: Science (PCM + Computer Science)

Reporting Date: 1st June, 2015, 9:00 AM Sharp

Orientation Date: 2nd June, 2015

Session Starts: 3rd April 2026

Documents to Carry:

Original 10th Marksheet

State Topper Certificate

Birth Certificate

ID Proof (Aadhaar / PAN)

Passport Size Photos (5 copies)

Migration Certificate from J&K Board

Kindly note, hostel allotment for outstation students will be done on 1st June post reporting.

We congratulate you once again and welcome you to our institution.

With regards,
Principal, Delhi Public Higher Secondary School
(Affiliated to CBSE)

Tayyari – Sheher Jaane Ki

Baba ne Ravi ke liye ek naya suitcase kharida – dark blue colour ka, aur usme:

Naye kapde

Notebooks, pens

Maa ka diya hua bhagwan ka chhota sa photo

Aur ek rumal jisme Tulshi Mishra ne chhup kar kesar aur mishri baandh ke rakha tha — "safalta ke liye shagun"

Maa (aankhen bhar aayi):
“Yeh rumal tere bag mein rahega… jab kabhi tanha lage, pakad lena.”

Kashmir Se Dilli Ki Yatra – Ek Nayi Subah Ka Safar

Train: Jammu Tawi Express
Seat No: S4 – Lower Berth
Date: 30 May ,2015

Ravi ne khidki ke paas baith kar pehli baar Kashmir ke pahaadon ko peeche chhodte hue dekha.
Jaise kahani ki pehli kitab band ho rahi ho… aur doosri shuru.

Uske bag mein form tha, letter tha, aur sapna tha…

Lekin dil mein kahin ek purani cheekh ab bhi gunj rahi thi.

Train Scene – “Safar ka Anjaana Saathi”

Jammu Tawi Express dheere-dheere platform se nikal rahi thi. Jammu Tawi Express ne speed pakad li thi. Ravi apni lower berth wali seat par baitha tha. Window ke bahar pahad peeche chhoot rahe the, Maa ka diya hua rumal uske bag ke andar tha, aur uske dil me ek ajeeb si ghabrahat. Ravi apne seat par baitha soch raha tha—“Yeh safar sirf ek sheher ka nahi… zindagi ka naya mod hai.”

Train ne speed pakdi hi thi ki saamne ke compartment se thodi hungamaai awaaz sunayi di.

Tabhi ek halki si füsfüsaahat uske kaan tak pahunchi—

“Arrey madam… itni akeli kyu khadi ho?”

Ravi ne dekha—teen ladke ek ladki ki ke paas khade the. Ladki ki umar Ravi ki hi aas-paas thi. Uske chehre pe dar tha, par usne awaaz nahi nikali.

Ladka 1 (teekhi muskaan ke saath):

“Book side pe rakh de… humein bhi padha de zara.”

Ladka 2 (aankh maar kar):

“Train lambi hai… safar bore ho jaayega… thoda timepass kar le.”

Ladka 3 (bottle khinch kar):
“Arre, pani tu akele pi rahi hai? Humare saath share kar le na…”

Dusra uske bag ko kheenchne laga, “Arre dekh yeh kitna bada bag hai… kya-kya chhupa rakha hai isme?”

Sab passengers chup baithe the—kuch ne nazar jhuka li, kuch ne bas dekh kar ignore kar diya. Compartment me ek ajeeb si khamoshi cha gayi thi.

Ravi ki aankhon me ek dum gussa aa gaya. Usne turant seat se uth kar un ladko ke paas jaakar kaha. Usne bas ek line boli—

“Bas karo,Chhod do usse.”

Ek gunda hansi uda kar bola—

“Arre hero banega? Chal tu apni seat dekh…”

Wo ladke hansi udate hue uski taraf aage badhe. Ek ne Ravi ko dhakka diya, par agle hi pal Ravi ne uska haath pakad kar itni zor se mod diya ki uske mooh se cheekh nikal gayi. Ladka dard se chillaya.

Phir Ravi ne collar se pakad kar side ki wall se de maara.

Ladki ka chehra ab bhi dar se safed tha, lekin Ravi ne usse haath ke ishare se chup rehne ko kaha.

Dusre ne Ravi par punch maara, par Ravi ne jhuk kar uske pair ko kheench liya—wo seedha floor par gira. Teesra Ravi ki taraf aaya, par tab tak TC aur kuch passengers bhi khade ho gaye.

Ek aur gunda Ravi ke peeche se aaya aur uske sir par attack karne laga, lekin Ravi ne turant jhuk kar uska paair pakad liya aur zor se kheench diya. Ladka neeche gir gaya.

Ladki ab bhi chup thi, lekin uski aankhon me ajeeb sa dard tha—jaise kuch kehna chahti ho, par keh nahi pa rahi.

ab compartment me claps bajne lage. Ek buddhe uncle bole—

“Wah beta, aise hi samaj ke rakshak bante hain!”

TC bhi tab tak aa gaya tha. Un ladko ko turant agli station par utarwa diya . Sab passengers ne Ravi ki taareef ki.

Jab Ravi apni seat par wapas baitha, usne dekha—woh ladki uske bagal wali seat par aayi. Usne Ravi ko ek pal ke liye dekha, fir aankhen jhuka li.

Aankhon me aansu lekin awaaz narmi leke bas dheere se ek lafz kaha—

“Shukriya…”

“Thank you… agar aap nahi hote toh…”

Ravi (thoda muskurate hue):

“Bas, aap apni seat pe safe baithe. Ab koi kuch nahi kahega.”

Aur jab ladki apni seat par bethi… usne dhyaan diya ki uski ticket ka number exactly Ravi ki bagal wali berth tha.

Ravi ne khidki ke bahar dekha… jaise kismat usse naye raaste pe le ja rahi ho.

Dilli – Orientation Day

1st June ,2015 ko Ravi ne pehli baar Delhi ka traffic, bheed, aur hawaa mehsoos ki. Hostel pahunchte hi uska pehla sawal tha:

Ravi (reception par):
“Mandir kaha hai yahan aas-paas?”

Mandir ke baad – “Safed Gaadi ka Rahasya”

Subah ke time Ravi ek chhoti gali me se guzar kar mandir gaya. Ghanti bajayi, prarthna ki:

“Bhagwan… maa kabhi nirash na ho, bas itna de dena.”

Mandir se nikalte waqt Ravi ke chehre par sukoon tha. Usne socha—“Shayad yeh sheher bhi mera ho jaayega.”

Lekin hostel wapas lautne ke raaste par ek ajeeb ghatna hui.

Badi road cross karte waqt ek white SUV achanak speed se uske samne aa gayi. Driver horn bajate hue cheekha—

“Arey oye, dekh ke nahi chal sakta kya?”

Ravi ek pal ke liye freeze ho gaya. Uske pair jaise zameen me gad gaye.

Usi waqt kisi anjaane haath ne usse peeche se zor ka dhakka diya. Ravi road ke ek kone par gir gaya. Gaadi ek dum uske bagal se nikli—agar ek second late hota toh…

Gaadi ruk kar wapas nahi aayi. Ravi ne sir utha kar dekha, lekin bas number plate ki ek jhalak mili aur dhool ka badal.

Jo usse dhakka de kar bachaya tha, wo bheed me gayab ho chuka tha. Ravi ne aas-paas dekha… par koi pehchaan nahi aayi.

Usne apne ghutne par lagi chot ko dekha. Khoon beh raha tha—aur uske dimaag me turant wahi bachpan wala flashback aaya.

“Mamaaa!”

Wo chhota sa cheekhta baccha… aur aaj ka Ravi… dono ek hi dhadkan me jud gaye.

Ravi ne apne bag ko tight pakda aur dil me socha:

“Dilli ki zindagi shayad aasaan nahi hone wali. Yahan har mod par imtihaan hai.”

Aur wo chhup chaap hostel ki taraf chal pada… aankhon me darr bhi tha, lekin andar ek chhupi hui taakat bhi.

Ravi apne ghutne se behte khoon ko dekh kar ek pal ke liye khud se hi füsfüsaya—

“Kaun tha wo… aur yeh gaadi… mujhe kyu lagta hai yeh sirf ek accident nahi tha?”

Uske dimaag me turant Pandit ji ki baatein gunji—

“Ek din tere apne hi tujhe chor kahenge…”

“Sabse bada shatru kabhi kabhi apne andar hota hai…”

Ravi ka dil tez dhadakne laga. Usne aasman ki taraf dekha… aur mann me ek hi sawaal tha—

“Yeh safar sach me ek naya shuruaat hai… ya kisi bade tufaan ki dastak?”

Suspense Begins…

“Ye sirf accident tha… ya kisi ne jaan bujhkar mujhe marne ki koshish ki?”

Aur phir uske andar aur bhi sawal phootne lage:

Kisne Ravi ko dhakka diya aur bachaya bhi?

Wo safed SUV kiski thi? Aur kyu Ravi ko target banaya gaya?

Kya is ghatna ka connection us ladki se tha jo train me mili thi?

Kaun thi wo? Kyu akeli travel kar rahi thi? Aur uske chehre pe wo chhupi hui kahani kya thi?

Aur sabse bada sawaal—Ravi ka asli raaz kya hai, jo duniya se chhupaya ja raha hai?

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Yeh questions suspense ko alive rakhenge, aur reader agla page पलटने pe majboor ho jaayega.

Nice and superb update....

ghost23 · Sep 16, 2025

jeet1436 said:
Update 2 –FLASHBACK-10 SAAL PEHLE (14th May , 2015)

“Bachpan ki Dhadkanein”

Ek purana, shandar kothi ka bada sa aangan. Dopehar ki dhoop, Dhoop deewar par khilkhila rahi thi, hawa mein masoom hansi ki goonj thi. Ek chhota baccha, sirf teen saal ka, nange pair, gol-matol gaalon ke saath, poore courtyard mein bhaag raha tha.

Peeche ek aurat, ek plate mein roti aur doodh lekar, usse bulati ja rahi thi.

Mama (bechain lekin pyar bhari awaaz mein):
“Are ruk ja beta…zid mat kar. khana toh kha le. Itni shaitani achchi nahi… gir jaayega tu!”

Baccha rukne wala nahi tha. Uske hothon par sharaarati muskaan thi.

Baccha (khilkhilate huye):
“Nahi mama…mujhe Pehle pakad ke dikhao! Tabhi mein khana khaunga…Mujhe koi nahi pakad sakta!”

Poore ghar ke 20–25 log—naukar, rishtedaar, chhote bacche—sab uski masti dekhkar muskara rahe the. Kuch use rokne ki koshish karte, par wo itna tez tha ki kisi ke haath aata hi nahi tha.

Ek Naukar (hansi ke saath):
“Arrey wah!Yeh toh baaz ki tarah udd raha hai.” “Bada badmaash hai … pakad hi nahi aata.”

Dusra Aadmi (taali bajate hue):
“Bada hoke kamaal karega!”

Lekin kismat ki baat aur hoti hai. Suddenly Baccha aangan ke kone ki taraf bhaagta hai, aur achanak uske pair phisal jaate hain. Dhadd se girta hai.

Mama (cheekh kar):
“Betaaa!”

Zameen se takraate hi uske chhote ghutne se khoon behne lagta hai. Wo cheekhta hai—

Baccha (rote hue):
“Mamaaa!”

(Sab log shock ho jaate hain. Mami daud kar uske paas pahunchti hai. Bache ke ghootne se khoon nikal aata hai. Ravi aansu bhar kar chillata hai.)

Ek pal ke liye sab thamm jaata hai. Uski cheekh itni gehri thi ki deewar tak sunnar ho gayi. Aankhon mein aansu, zameen par lahu… aur phir sab kuch andhera.

Present – Neend Tutna (“Nayi Subah, Naya Imtihan”)

Ek jhatke se uski aankhen khul gayi. Saans tez, maatha pasine se bheega. Ab wo baccha nahi raha, ek jawaan aadmi tha.

Wo apne aapko ek purane se pahadi ghar ke kamre mein paata hai. Kamre mein ek purani charpai (bed) thi, jispar wo lete-lete uth baitha.

Usne apni hathon ko dekha—jaise abhi bhi usme wohi bachpan ka khoon laga ho. Uske chehre par ek ajeeb si kadvi muskaan thi.

Kashmir Ki Wadiyon Mein

Location: Kashmir – ek chhota sa pahadi gaon, jahan har subah khushbuon aur yaadon se bhari hoti hai.

Bahar se pahadon ki khamoshi aur prakriti ki awaaz aa rahi thi—
pankhiyon ki gunganahat,
jharne ki sar-saraana,
aur door se behte nadiyon ki khilkhilahat. sab kuch ek saath milke jaise ek geet gaa rahe the.

Sab kuch ek ajeeb sukoon aur rahasya se bhara tha.

Charpai par baitha wo ladka abhi bhi adhoora jag raha tha. Sapne ki cheekh uske dil mein abhi bhi kahin gunj rahi thi.

Tabhi darwaaza khulne ki halki si aahat hui. Ek aurat—andar aayi. Uske chehre par ghabrahat ke saath saath pyar aur mamta thi..

Maa (ghabrate hue):

Beta, kya firse wohi sapna dekha…

Woh (andar hi andar, khud se):
“Bachpan ke daag… kabhi bharte nahi. Har raat wohi awaaz… wohi cheekh.”

Wo ladka bolta hain nahi maa kuch nahi…. Mein uthke tayar ho jata hu, aap khana laga dijye…

Maa (muskurate hue):
“Beta, jaldi kar. Aaj ka din khaas hai. Tera 10th ka result aane wala hai. Mandir chalna hai, bhagwaan se ashirwaad lena zaroori hai.”

Wo ladka maa ki taraf dekhta hai. Uski aankhon mein do emotions ek saath ubharte hain—ek darr, aur ek ummeed.

Woh (dheere se, jaise khud ko sambhalte hue):
“Haan maa… main tayaar ho jaata hoon.”

Kamre ke ek kone mein rakha lota aur balti use yaad dilata hai ki ek nayi subah shuru ho rahi hai… par dil ke kisi kone mein abhi bhi kal raat ki cheekh gunj rahi thi.

Wo uth kar balti se paani nikalta hai. Thanda paani uske chehre par jaise zindagi ka ek naya jhatka deta hai. Uske andar ki thakan, wo sapna, sab ek pal ke liye dhul jaata hai.

Naha kar jab wo wapas aata hai, to maa uske liye ek saaf, safed kurta le aayi thi. Us kurte par maa ke haathon ki silai thi, jisme sirf dhaga nahi, uska pyar bhi buna tha.

Maa (kurta uske haath mein dete hue):
“Yeh pehen le. Aaj ka din yaadgar hona chahiye.”

Wo kurta pehenta hai. Aaina uske saamne tha—par wo sirf apne chehre ko nahi dekh raha tha. Uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb sa sawaal tha—kya aaj ka din uski zindagi badal dega?

Mandir ki taraf

Ghar ke bahar ki pathari li galiyan un dono ke kadmon se jag rahi thi. Maa aur beta ek saath chal rahe the. Upar pahadon par suraj poora nikal aaya tha, uski roshni nadiyon par padkar chandi ki tarah chamak rahi thi.

Mandir pahadon ki choti par tha. Uski ghanti ki awaaz door tak gunj rahi thi. Jaise har shabd, har dhadkan ko pavitra kar rahi ho.

Maa (mandir ke darwaze par ruk kar):
“Beta, yaad rakhna. Result numbers se zyada insaaniyat aur himmat zaroori hai. Jo bhi ho, tujhe apni maa ka fakhr banna hai.”

Wo maa ke pair chhoota hai, aur andar mandir ke ghrabh-grih mein ghanti bajata hai.

Uski aankhon mein ek prarthna thi—
“Bhagwaan, jo bhi likha hai, bas meri maa ko kabhi nirash mat karna.”

“Mandir ki Baatein”

Mandir ki ghanti abhi bhi goonj rahi thi. Maa parikrama kar rahi thi, saree ka anchal sir par jalte hue, har kadam ke saath prarthna karti ja rahi thi.

Us waqt ladka mandir ke andar aage badhta hai. Pandit ji baithhe the—safed dhoti, tilak laga hua, aur aankhon mein ek ajeeb si shanti. Lekin us shanti ke peeche jaise ek gahra samundar छुपा ho.

Woh pandit ji ke paas jaata hai, aur dheere se bolta hai:

Ladka (jhijakte hue):
“Pandit ji… ek sawaal hai.”

Pandit ji (muskaan ke saath, jaise use pehle se sab pata ho):
“Beta, mandir aane wale ke dil mein sawaal hamesha pehle se hota hai. Bas himmat chahiye usse poochhne ki. Poochho.”

Ladka kuch pal chup rehta hai, phir keh deta hai:

Ladka:
“Mere jeevan ka raasta kaisa hoga? Aaj toh sabko lagta hai main jeet gaya… par andar se lagta hai jaise kuch bada hone wala hai. Kuch aisa jo sab kuch badal dega.”

Pandit ji uski taraf gahri nazar se dekhte hain.

Pandit ji (gehri awaaz mein):
“Beta, teri kismat samundar ke jaisi hai—kabhi shaant, kabhi tufani. Aaj jo tu jeeta hai, wo sirf ek shuruaat hai. Aane wale dinon mein tujhe do raaste milenge—ek raasta tujhe aasman tak le jaayega, doosra raasta andheron mein ghaseet lega. Aur sabse badi baat… dono raaste ek hi manzil pe jaa kar milenge.”

Ladka ka dil tez dhadakne lagta hai.

Ladka:
“Ek hi manzil? Matlab… kya main haar jaaunga?”

Pandit ji (thodi muskaan ke saath, par aankhon mein raaz):
“Nahi beta… tujhe koi hara nahi sakta, jab tak tu apne sach se nahi bhagta. Yaad rakh, sabse bada shatru hamesha bahar nahi, kabhi kabhi apne andar bhi hota hai. Aur ek din… tere apne hi tujhe chor kahenge.”

Ye sunkar ladka ka chehra safed pad jata hai. Jaise uske sapne ki cheekh aur pandit ji ki baat ek hi dor se judi ho.

Ladka (halki awaaz mein):
“Phir mujhe kya karna hoga?”

Pandit ji bas ek shabd bolte hain—

Pandit ji (tez awaaz mein):
“Tyag.”

Tabhi uski maa aati hai, saree ka anchal abhi bhi sir par jalte hue, aur kehti hai—
“Beta, aa jaa. Parikrama ho gayi. Chal ghar chalte hain.”

Ladka pandit ji ki taraf dekhta hai. Pandit ji bas ek halka sa ishaara karte hain, jaise keh rahe ho—“Yaad rakhna, aaj ki baat ek din tere jeevan ka asli imtihaan banegi.”

Ghar lautne ka pal…

Mandir se lautne ke baad Ravi aur uski maa ne ghar ka raasta pakda. Aaj uske kadam pehli baar halkaapan mehsoos kar rahe the.

Dopahar tak gaon mein khabar aa jaati hai. Postman pahadi raaste se chadhte hue ek envelope le aata hai. Us par school ka naam likha hota hai.

“Udaan ka Pehla Din”

Postman ke haath se envelope lekar usne dhadakte dil ke saath kagaz khola. Maa ki aankhen uske chehre par tiki thi—jaise us kagaz mein likha har shabd unke liye prarthna ka jawaab ho.

Hawa thodi tez chal rahi thi, par us kagaz ke har akshar ne samay ko rok diya tha. Uski aankhon ne pehla shabd padha—

“First Position – State Topper”

RAVINDRA MISHRA

S/O – Vashudev Mishra & Tulshi Mishra

Han ye koi aur nahi Ravi hai…

Ravi ek pal ke liye jam gaya. Jaise zameen ne uske pair rokh liye. Uski saanson ne apna raasta bhool liya. Aur phir—ek muskaan phoot nikli.

Jaise har pathar, har mod uski jeet ka geet gaa raha ho.
Pahadon par se guzar kar nadi ke kinare se hoti hui ek patli si raah ghar tak jaati thi. Har mod par charaagahen thi, jahan bheed char rahi thi, aur door-daraz se ghantiyaan baj rahi thi. Kashmir ki sard hawa uske kurte ko udh udh kar naach rahi thi.

Ravi (halki awaaz mein, jaise sapne se):
“Maa… main… top kar gaya.”

Maa ke chehre par aansu baras gaye, lekin wo aansu dukh ke nahi, garv ke the. Unhone apne bete ko gale se lagaya, itna zor se jaise kabhi chhodna hi na ho.

Maa (roti hui, lekin muskurate hue):
“Beta, tu toh meri umeed se bhi zyada nikla. Bhagwaan tujhe hamesha aise hi roshan kare.”

Gaon ke aas paas ke log bhi wahaan aa gaye the. Har koi usse mubarakbaad dene laga.

Ek padosi (haath milate hue):
“Arre, yeh toh kamaal ho gaya! Hamare gaon ka ladka district ka topper ban gaya. Ab toh iska naam har jagah hoga.”

Mandir ki ghantiyaan door tak bajti jaa rahi thi, jaise khud bhagwaan bhi uski jeet ka jashn mana rahe ho.

Us moment mein usne apne aap se ek vaada kiya—
“Yeh sirf shuruaat hai. Ab jo bhi karna hai, maa ki khushi aur izzat ke liye karna hai.”

Ravi aur maa ghar ke darwaze par aaye. Ghar ke samne ek bada sa seb ka ped tha, jiske neeche ek purani lakdi ki bench thi. Maa wahi baith gayi, aur Ravi ko andar jaane ko kaha.

Maa (thak kar, lekin khushi se):
“Ja beta… thoda aaram kar le. Main chai banati hoon, tu toh aaj sach mein asmaan chhoo aaya.”

Ravi ek pal ko ruka… fir usne maa ka haath pakda, aur apne bhari dil se bas itna kaha:

Ravi:
“Maa… main aaj sirf padhaayi mein nahi jeeta, tere sapne mein bhi jeeta.”

Maa bas aankhon se aansu baha kar muskara di. Kashmir ki us shaam mein, ek maa ki aankhon mein chandni chamak rahi thi.

“Raat Ka Mehmaan – Baba Ki Wapsi”

Shaam dhal gayi thi. Wadiyon mein suraj chhup chuka tha, lekin unka ghar ab bhi roshan tha—na sirf diye se, balki Ravi ki jeet ke prakash se.

Tabhi dur se ek purani cycle ki ghanti ki awaaz aayi.

Kharrr-kharr… tringg-tringg…

Ye awaaz jaise Ravi ke dil ki dhadkan ban gayi. Uske Baba wapas aa rahe the. Har raat ki tarah aaj bhi wo subah se sheher ke bazaar mein sabzi le jaane gaye the. Unka jhukta hua lekin garv se bhara kad ek purani si cycle par tha, jisme pichhle carrier par do boriyaan hoti thi.

Ravi (khidki se dekhkar):
“Baba aa gaye!”

Ravi daudta hua bahar gaya. Baba ne cycle khadi ki, aur uski aankhon ne turant beta ke haath mein result ka kagaz dekh liya.

Baba (saansein phoolti hui, lekin aankhon mein chamak):
“Ka… kaun sa paper hai beta?”

Ravi ne kagaz baba ke haath mein diya… Baba ne dheere dheere padhna shuru kiya…

"First Position – State Topper
RAVINDRA MISHRA
S/O – Vashudev Mishra & Tulshi Mishra"

Baba ka chehra ek pal mein badal gaya.

Unki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye, lekin wo aansu thakaan ke nahi, fakr ke the.

Baba (rukhi awaaz mein, lekin bhaav bhare hue):
“Tu… tu toh hamara naam roshan kar diya, beta.
Yeh jo cycle chala raha hoon na… ek din tu mujhe car mein bithayega.
Aur main sabko bolunga—yeh mera beta hai… Ravi Mishra, jo Kashmir ke pahadon se udaan bharta hai.”

Ravi ne baba ko gale se laga liya. Ek mazdoor pita aur ek sapne dekhta beta—dono ki aankhon mein naye sapne the, aur dil mein ek hi iraada:

“Ab rukna nahi hai.”

“Raat Ka Bhojan – Ek Parivaar Ka Milan”

Us raat Tulshi maa ne haath se rajma chawal aur kesar wali kheer banayi. Ghar ke chhote se kamre mein teen log—ek maa, ek pita aur ek beta—ek thali se khana baant rahe the.

Bahar thandi hawa chali, to maa ne Ravi ke kandhe par shawl daal diya.

Maa (muskurate hue):
“Padhai toh jeet gaya… ab zindagi jeetni hai.”

Baba (gambhir lekin naram awaaz mein):
“Beta, tu zameen se juda rehna. Topper banna asaan hota hai, par insaan banna mushkil. Aur yaad rakh… kabhi bhi apni maa ki aankhon mein aansu na laana. Fakr ke aansu theek hain… baaki nahi.”

Ravi bas un dono ko dekhta raha…
Unke chehre, unke haathon ke jhuriyan, unki thakaan—sab kuch uske liye ek kitaab ban chuki thi.
Ek kitaab, jisme likha tha—“Kaamyabi ka asli matlab sirf jeet nahi, shukr bhi hota hai.”

Kashmir Ki Raat – Sapno Ki Chadar Tale

Us raat Ravi chhat par lete hue aasman ki taraf dekhta raha. Taare aaj kuch zyada hi chamak rahe the. Uske sapne ab sirf uske nahi rahe, poore parivaar ke ho gaye the.

Tabhi usse pandit ji ke shabd yaad aaye—

"Do raaste milenge… dono ek hi manzil tak le jaayenge."
"Tere apne hi tujhe chor kahenge…"
"Sabse bada shatru kabhi kabhi apne andar hota hai…"
Aur… “Tyag.”

Uske chehre par muskaan thi, lekin aankhon mein ek chhupi hui ladai.
Wo jaanta tha—jeet sirf shuruaat thi.

“Raahon Ka Chunaav”

Scene: Kashmir ka Gaon → Delhi ki Duniya

Gaon ki Subah – Form Bharne Ka Din

Ek subah Ravi apni purani wooden table par baitha tha. Saamne laptop nahi, ek form ka printout tha.
Pen haath mein tha, aur maa ek purani almari se uske mark sheet, birth certificate, aur residence proof nikaal rahi thi.

Maa (saaf karte hue kagazon ko):
"Beta, yeh sab sambhal ke rakhna. Sheher mein documents hi pehchaan ban jaate hain."

Ravi ne deep breath liya aur admission form bharna shuru kiya:

Admission Form Details – Delhi Public Higher Secondary School, Lajpat Nagar

Name: Ravindra Mishra

Father's Name: Vashudev Mishra

Mother's Name: Tulshi Mishra

Date of Birth: 4th Mar, 2000

Class Applying For: 11th – Science Stream

Last School Attended: Govt. School, Baramulla (J&K Board)

Marks Obtained: 98.9% (State Topper)

Contact Number: 9862990

Address: Mishra Bhawan, Pahadi Gaon, District Baramulla, J&K

Form ke end mein ek declaration tha:

"Main satya pratigya karta hoon ki upar diya gaya sabhi vivaran satya aur sahi hai.
Agar kuch galat paya gaya, to mera pravesh raddh kiya jaa sakta hai."

Ravi ne sign kiya: Ravindra Mishra.

Uske baad form aur sabhi documents ek envelope mein daal kar Speed Post se bhej diya gaya.
Destination:
Principal, Delhi Public Higher Secondary School, Lajpat Nagar, New Delhi – 110024

Teen Din Baad – Ek Naya Lifafa

Shaam ke waqt jab Ravi chhat par kitaab padh raha tha, tabhi postman aaya.

Postman (muskura kar):
"Ravi babua ke liye Dilli se lifafa aaya hai!"

Maa ne darwaza khola, Ravi ne daud kar letter liya. Golden border wala envelope tha.
Upar likha tha:

“Delhi Public Higher Secondary School – Admission Office”

Ravi ka dil zor zor se dhadakne laga.

Admission Letter (Offer Letter)

To,
Mr. Ravindra Mishra
S/O Shri Vashudev Mishra
Village – Pahadi gaon, Dist. Baramulla, Jammu & Kashmir

Subject: Admission Confirmation for Class XI (Science Stream)

Dear Mr. Mishra,
We are pleased to inform you that based on your outstanding academic performance and merit position (State Topper – J&K Board), you have been granted admission to Class XII (Science) at Delhi Public Higher Secondary School, Lajpat Nagar.

Please find below your admission details:

Admission Number: DPHS/2025/0631

Stream: Science (PCM + Computer Science)

Reporting Date: 1st June, 2015, 9:00 AM Sharp

Orientation Date: 2nd June, 2015

Session Starts: 3rd April 2026

Documents to Carry:

Original 10th Marksheet

State Topper Certificate

Birth Certificate

ID Proof (Aadhaar / PAN)

Passport Size Photos (5 copies)

Migration Certificate from J&K Board

Kindly note, hostel allotment for outstation students will be done on 1st June post reporting.

We congratulate you once again and welcome you to our institution.

With regards,
Principal, Delhi Public Higher Secondary School
(Affiliated to CBSE)

Tayyari – Sheher Jaane Ki

Baba ne Ravi ke liye ek naya suitcase kharida – dark blue colour ka, aur usme:

Naye kapde

Notebooks, pens

Maa ka diya hua bhagwan ka chhota sa photo

Aur ek rumal jisme Tulshi Mishra ne chhup kar kesar aur mishri baandh ke rakha tha — "safalta ke liye shagun"

Maa (aankhen bhar aayi):
“Yeh rumal tere bag mein rahega… jab kabhi tanha lage, pakad lena.”

Kashmir Se Dilli Ki Yatra – Ek Nayi Subah Ka Safar

Train: Jammu Tawi Express
Seat No: S4 – Lower Berth
Date: 30 May ,2015

Ravi ne khidki ke paas baith kar pehli baar Kashmir ke pahaadon ko peeche chhodte hue dekha.
Jaise kahani ki pehli kitab band ho rahi ho… aur doosri shuru.

Uske bag mein form tha, letter tha, aur sapna tha…

Lekin dil mein kahin ek purani cheekh ab bhi gunj rahi thi.

Train Scene – “Safar ka Anjaana Saathi”

Jammu Tawi Express dheere-dheere platform se nikal rahi thi. Jammu Tawi Express ne speed pakad li thi. Ravi apni lower berth wali seat par baitha tha. Window ke bahar pahad peeche chhoot rahe the, Maa ka diya hua rumal uske bag ke andar tha, aur uske dil me ek ajeeb si ghabrahat. Ravi apne seat par baitha soch raha tha—“Yeh safar sirf ek sheher ka nahi… zindagi ka naya mod hai.”

Train ne speed pakdi hi thi ki saamne ke compartment se thodi hungamaai awaaz sunayi di.

Tabhi ek halki si füsfüsaahat uske kaan tak pahunchi—

“Arrey madam… itni akeli kyu khadi ho?”

Ravi ne dekha—teen ladke ek ladki ki ke paas khade the. Ladki ki umar Ravi ki hi aas-paas thi. Uske chehre pe dar tha, par usne awaaz nahi nikali.

Ladka 1 (teekhi muskaan ke saath):

“Book side pe rakh de… humein bhi padha de zara.”

Ladka 2 (aankh maar kar):

“Train lambi hai… safar bore ho jaayega… thoda timepass kar le.”

Ladka 3 (bottle khinch kar):
“Arre, pani tu akele pi rahi hai? Humare saath share kar le na…”

Dusra uske bag ko kheenchne laga, “Arre dekh yeh kitna bada bag hai… kya-kya chhupa rakha hai isme?”

Sab passengers chup baithe the—kuch ne nazar jhuka li, kuch ne bas dekh kar ignore kar diya. Compartment me ek ajeeb si khamoshi cha gayi thi.

Ravi ki aankhon me ek dum gussa aa gaya. Usne turant seat se uth kar un ladko ke paas jaakar kaha. Usne bas ek line boli—

“Bas karo,Chhod do usse.”

Ek gunda hansi uda kar bola—

“Arre hero banega? Chal tu apni seat dekh…”

Wo ladke hansi udate hue uski taraf aage badhe. Ek ne Ravi ko dhakka diya, par agle hi pal Ravi ne uska haath pakad kar itni zor se mod diya ki uske mooh se cheekh nikal gayi. Ladka dard se chillaya.

Phir Ravi ne collar se pakad kar side ki wall se de maara.

Ladki ka chehra ab bhi dar se safed tha, lekin Ravi ne usse haath ke ishare se chup rehne ko kaha.

Dusre ne Ravi par punch maara, par Ravi ne jhuk kar uske pair ko kheench liya—wo seedha floor par gira. Teesra Ravi ki taraf aaya, par tab tak TC aur kuch passengers bhi khade ho gaye.

Ek aur gunda Ravi ke peeche se aaya aur uske sir par attack karne laga, lekin Ravi ne turant jhuk kar uska paair pakad liya aur zor se kheench diya. Ladka neeche gir gaya.

Ladki ab bhi chup thi, lekin uski aankhon me ajeeb sa dard tha—jaise kuch kehna chahti ho, par keh nahi pa rahi.

ab compartment me claps bajne lage. Ek buddhe uncle bole—

“Wah beta, aise hi samaj ke rakshak bante hain!”

TC bhi tab tak aa gaya tha. Un ladko ko turant agli station par utarwa diya . Sab passengers ne Ravi ki taareef ki.

Jab Ravi apni seat par wapas baitha, usne dekha—woh ladki uske bagal wali seat par aayi. Usne Ravi ko ek pal ke liye dekha, fir aankhen jhuka li.

Aankhon me aansu lekin awaaz narmi leke bas dheere se ek lafz kaha—

“Shukriya…”

“Thank you… agar aap nahi hote toh…”

Ravi (thoda muskurate hue):

“Bas, aap apni seat pe safe baithe. Ab koi kuch nahi kahega.”

Aur jab ladki apni seat par bethi… usne dhyaan diya ki uski ticket ka number exactly Ravi ki bagal wali berth tha.

Ravi ne khidki ke bahar dekha… jaise kismat usse naye raaste pe le ja rahi ho.

Dilli – Orientation Day

1st June ,2015 ko Ravi ne pehli baar Delhi ka traffic, bheed, aur hawaa mehsoos ki. Hostel pahunchte hi uska pehla sawal tha:

Ravi (reception par):
“Mandir kaha hai yahan aas-paas?”

Mandir ke baad – “Safed Gaadi ka Rahasya”

Subah ke time Ravi ek chhoti gali me se guzar kar mandir gaya. Ghanti bajayi, prarthna ki:

“Bhagwan… maa kabhi nirash na ho, bas itna de dena.”

Mandir se nikalte waqt Ravi ke chehre par sukoon tha. Usne socha—“Shayad yeh sheher bhi mera ho jaayega.”

Lekin hostel wapas lautne ke raaste par ek ajeeb ghatna hui.

Badi road cross karte waqt ek white SUV achanak speed se uske samne aa gayi. Driver horn bajate hue cheekha—

“Arey oye, dekh ke nahi chal sakta kya?”

Ravi ek pal ke liye freeze ho gaya. Uske pair jaise zameen me gad gaye.

Usi waqt kisi anjaane haath ne usse peeche se zor ka dhakka diya. Ravi road ke ek kone par gir gaya. Gaadi ek dum uske bagal se nikli—agar ek second late hota toh…

Gaadi ruk kar wapas nahi aayi. Ravi ne sir utha kar dekha, lekin bas number plate ki ek jhalak mili aur dhool ka badal.

Jo usse dhakka de kar bachaya tha, wo bheed me gayab ho chuka tha. Ravi ne aas-paas dekha… par koi pehchaan nahi aayi.

Usne apne ghutne par lagi chot ko dekha. Khoon beh raha tha—aur uske dimaag me turant wahi bachpan wala flashback aaya.

“Mamaaa!”

Wo chhota sa cheekhta baccha… aur aaj ka Ravi… dono ek hi dhadkan me jud gaye.

Ravi ne apne bag ko tight pakda aur dil me socha:

“Dilli ki zindagi shayad aasaan nahi hone wali. Yahan har mod par imtihaan hai.”

Aur wo chhup chaap hostel ki taraf chal pada… aankhon me darr bhi tha, lekin andar ek chhupi hui taakat bhi.

Ravi apne ghutne se behte khoon ko dekh kar ek pal ke liye khud se hi füsfüsaya—

“Kaun tha wo… aur yeh gaadi… mujhe kyu lagta hai yeh sirf ek accident nahi tha?”

Uske dimaag me turant Pandit ji ki baatein gunji—

“Ek din tere apne hi tujhe chor kahenge…”

“Sabse bada shatru kabhi kabhi apne andar hota hai…”

Ravi ka dil tez dhadakne laga. Usne aasman ki taraf dekha… aur mann me ek hi sawaal tha—

“Yeh safar sach me ek naya shuruaat hai… ya kisi bade tufaan ki dastak?”

Suspense Begins…

“Ye sirf accident tha… ya kisi ne jaan bujhkar mujhe marne ki koshish ki?”

Aur phir uske andar aur bhi sawal phootne lage:

Kisne Ravi ko dhakka diya aur bachaya bhi?

Wo safed SUV kiski thi? Aur kyu Ravi ko target banaya gaya?

Kya is ghatna ka connection us ladki se tha jo train me mili thi?

Kaun thi wo? Kyu akeli travel kar rahi thi? Aur uske chehre pe wo chhupi hui kahani kya thi?

Aur sabse bada sawaal—Ravi ka asli raaz kya hai, jo duniya se chhupaya ja raha hai?

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Yeh questions suspense ko alive rakhenge, aur reader agla page पलटने pe majboor ho jaayega.

Bhai gazab story hai pls bhich me adhura mat chhorna

jeet1436 · Sep 16, 2025

park said:
Nice and superb update....

Shukriya bhai

jeet1436 · Sep 16, 2025

ghost23 said:
Bhai gazab story hai pls bhich me adhura mat chhorna

Basss bhai koshis jaari hai story bahot lamba hai readers ke upar depend karta hai readers kyese respond dete hai

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Main Couple​

1. Ravi (Hero)​

2. Sia Sharma (Heroine)​

Sharma Family​

1. Beena Sharma (Saas /Sia ki Maa)​

2. Rakesh Sharma (Father)​

3. Raj Sharma (Sia ka Bhai)​

4. Daadi – Mandakini Sharma​

5. Sheetal Sharma (Cousin)​

6. Vikas Sharma (Chacha)​

7. Roshni Sharma (Chachi)​

Mystery World​

1. JUPITER (Ravi ka right-hand)​

2. DRACO (Syndicate / Mafia)​

New Member

New Member

Well-Known Member

Main Couple​

1. Ravi (Hero)​

2. Sia Sharma (Heroine)​

Sharma Family​

1. Beena Sharma (Saas /Sia ki Maa)​

2. Rakesh Sharma (Father)​

3. Raj Sharma (Sia ka Bhai)​

4. Daadi – Mandakini Sharma​

5. Sheetal Sharma (Cousin)​

6. Vikas Sharma (Chacha)​

7. Roshni Sharma (Chachi)​

Mystery World​

1. JUPITER (Ravi ka right-hand)​

2. DRACO (Syndicate / Mafia)​

New Member

New Member

Well-Known Member

New Member

New Member

New Member

Main Couple

1. Ravi (Hero)

2. Sia Sharma (Heroine)

Sharma Family

1. Beena Sharma (Saas /Sia ki Maa)

2. Rakesh Sharma (Father)

3. Raj Sharma (Sia ka Bhai)

4. Daadi – Mandakini Sharma

5. Sheetal Sharma (Cousin)

6. Vikas Sharma (Chacha)

7. Roshni Sharma (Chachi)

Mystery World

1. JUPITER (Ravi ka right-hand)

2. DRACO (Syndicate / Mafia)

Main Couple

1. Ravi (Hero)

2. Sia Sharma (Heroine)

Sharma Family

1. Beena Sharma (Saas /Sia ki Maa)

2. Rakesh Sharma (Father)

3. Raj Sharma (Sia ka Bhai)

4. Daadi – Mandakini Sharma

5. Sheetal Sharma (Cousin)

6. Vikas Sharma (Chacha)

7. Roshni Sharma (Chachi)

Mystery World

1. JUPITER (Ravi ka right-hand)

2. DRACO (Syndicate / Mafia)