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Thriller"D R A C O – Sach Ka Pehredaar Ya Tabahi Ka Naam?"
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Update 10: NAQAAB KE PEECHE KA KHILADI (Ek Maha-Update)
Part 1: "Dehshat Ki Goonj" (School Ke Andar Ki Shatranj) Classroom Mein Dehshat Ka Mahaul
Freshers' Night ke baad guzre kuch din school ke liye normal nahi tha. "Red Dragon" dwara Mumbai mein machaya gaya wehshi tabaahi ka khabar ab campus ke notice board par laga ek sookha, bejaan khabar nahi tha. Woh ek zinda, saans leta hua khauf ban chuka tha jo Delhi Higher Secondary School ke har corridor, har classroom, aur har student ke zehen mein bas gaya tha. Hawa mein oxygen se zyada tension tha. Canteen ke hansi ke thahake ab "100 kate sir", "haath-pair alag kar diye", "koi Red Dragon ka nishaan" jaisi sargoshiyon mein badal chuke the. Khauf ek anjaan saathi ban kar har student ke saath class mein baithne laga tha.
Par is khauf ka sabse gehra, sabse thanda manzar Class 11-B ke andar dikh raha tha. Yahan dehshat hawa mein nahi, logon ki saanson mein ghul chuka tha.
Arjun Rathore, campus ka an-dekha Baadshah, aaj apni hi saltanat mein ek qaidi ke tarah baitha tha. Uski nigahein aage whiteboard par Newton ke laws, par uski nazar kahin aur thama hua tha: uska dimaag hazaaron mile door, Mumbai ke uss khooni manzar aur Dilli ke library ke uss barfeele kamre mein atka hua tha. Ravi Mishra—yeh naam ab uske liye sirf ek dushman nahi, ek anjaana azaab ban chuka tha. Ek aisa khamosh toofan jo uski neendon mein dastak dene laga tha. Usse baar-baar library mein Ravi ka kaha baat yaad aata, "Khel usne shuru kiya hai... par uske chita ko aag... main lagaunga." Yeh lafz ab uske liye sirf dhamki nahi, ek andesha, ek bhavishyavani lagne lage the.
Uska vafadaar shadow, Sameer, ab astitva ki parchhayi ban kar reh gaya tha. Woh class ki aakhri bench ke ek aise kone mein dubak kar baithta, jaise woh deewar ke andar ghus jaana chahta ho. Uski aankhein hamesha laal aur sooja rehta, jaise woh raaton se soya na ho. Uska wajood ek zinda laash mein tabdeel ho chuka tha, jo sirf saansein le raha tha. Har thodi der mein woh bechaini se apne aas-paas dekhta, jaise deewaron se koi saaya nikal kar uska gala daba dega. Library mein Ravi ki woh barfeeli dhamki uske zehen mein ek toote hue record ki tarah baar-baar bajta tha: "Khel usne shuru kiya hai... par uske chita ko aag... main lagaunga."
Chita... aag... woh sab jaanta hai, Sameer ka dimaag har pal cheekhta. Woh jaanta hai ki gunde humne bheje the. Uski aankhein... unmein gussa nahi tha, ek sannaata tha. Jaise... jaise ek shamshaan-ghaat ka sannaata jahan hazaaron chitaayein ek saath jali hon aur ab sirf raakh ki khamoshi bacha ho. Woh mujhe maar dega. Woh hum sabko maar dega.
Har baar jab Ravi apni jagah se thoda sa bhi hilta, Sameer ka jism ek current lage mareez ki tarah jhatke se akad jaata. Khauf ab uski saanson ka, uski rooh ka hissa ban chuka tha.
Khamoshi Ka Khanjar
Physics ka class chal raha tha. Professor Tripathi, Newton ke Laws of Motion samjha rahe the. Unke awaaz class mein goonj raha tha, "Har action ka ek equal aur opposite reaction hota hai..."
Theek usi waqt, Ravi, jo hamesha ki tarah shaant baitha apni kitaab mein khoya tha, ne halka sa haath aage badhaya. Uska pen "galti se" uske haath se fisal kar, farsh par ludhakta hua, ek halka sa 'tik-tik' ki awaaz karta hua, theek Sameer ke pairon ke paas jaa ruka.
Ek pal ke liye, kamre mein hawa jaise jam gayi. Professor Tripathi ki awaaz bhi jaise door se aa raha tha.
Poori class, jo Ravi aur Arjun ke beech ke an-dekhe tanav ko mehsoos karne lage the, sabne saansein rok liye. Ravi apni jagah se utha. Uske kadmon mein koi awaaz nahi tha. Woh ek saaye ki tarah, shaanti se Sameer ki taraf badha. Har kadam ke saath, Sameer ki saansein tez hote jaa raha tha. Uska dil uske pasliyon se aise takra raha tha jaise abhi unhe tod kar bahar nikal jaayega.
Sameer ke liye, yeh Ravi nahi, maut ka farishta tha. Uske dimaag mein parking lot ka woh manzar 4K resolution mein chalne laga—haddiyon ke tootne ki 'kaddak' ki awaazein, Ravi ki woh thandi, be-jazbaat aankhein, gundo ki woh rooh kaanpa dene wale cheekhein jo unke gale mein hi ghut gaya tha.
Aur uthte waqt... sirf ek pal ke liye... uske shaant, gehri nigahein Sameer ka khauf se bhari aankhon se takraya.
Un nazron mein na gussa tha, na dhamki. Bas ek sannaata tha. Ek aisi gehraayi jismein Sameer ko apni chita ki aag saaf dikh gaya. Ek aisa anant, thanda sannaata.
Sameer ke jism ne jawaab de diya. Uske maathe par paseene ki boondein motiyon ki tarah phoot nikla, uske haath itne bure tarah se kaanpe ki uske saamne rakha paani ka bottle 'dhap' ki awaaz ke saath neeche gir gaya, paani uske pairo par phail gaya. Par use mehsoos bhi nahi hua.
Arjun, jo aage baitha yeh sab dekh raha tha, uska muthiyan itne zor se bheench gaya ki uske naakhun uske hatheli mein ghus gaye, khoon ki halka sa lakeer ban gaya. Uske jism mein gusse se zyada ek thanda, anjaana sa dehshat daud gaya. Yeh... yeh kis mitti ka bana hai? Yeh bina haath lagaye, sirf apni nazron se dushman ki rooh ko kaise qaid kar leta hai?
Ravi palta aur bina ek lafz kahe, apni jagah par jaakar baith gaya. Jaise kuch hua hi na ho.
Usne kuch nahi kaha tha. Usne kuch nahi kiya tha. Par uski khamoshi... uski khamoshi ek aise khanjar ki tarah tha jisne Arjun Rathore ki saltanat ka deewaron mein pehli gehra darar daal diya tha.
Class ke baad jab Ravi apne doston ke saath bahar nikla, toh Kabir ne uske kandhe par haath maara.
KABIR: "Oye, Professor Qayamat! Class mein kya jaadu karke aaya hai? Sameer ka toh jaise bhoot dekh liya ho. Lagta tha abhi ro dega."
AMIT: "Logically speaking, Ravi, tumhare non-verbal communication ka success rate 100% hai. Tumhari nazron mein aisa kaun sa frequency hai jo insaan ke nervous system ko itne aasaani se collapse kar deta hai?"
Ravi ne un dono ko dekha aur wahi halka sa, rahasyamayi muskaan diya. "Usse bas Newton ka third law achanak se practically samajh aa gaya."
Uljhi Hui Sia
Sia ke liye har din ek naya imtihaan tha. Ek taraf Dada Sahab ka mission, doosri taraf Ravi ka anjaana rooh. Lunch break mein, usne himmat karke Aarav (Phoenix) ko akele roka. Woh library ki seedhiyon par baitha, ek aisa kitaab padh raha tha jiska cover kaala tha.
SIA: "Aarav... Sia ne dheere se pukaara ...main jaanti hoon tum kaun ho poochne wali, par... Ravi... woh theek toh hai? Main use samajh nahi paa rahi. Woh aisa nahi tha. Uski aankhein ab khamosh nahi, sunsaan lagti hain, jaise unmein koi rooh hi na bachi ho."
Aarav ne kitaab se nazar uthaye bina jawaab diya. Uski awaaz shaant tha, par usmein ek chetavni chhipa tha.
AARAV (Phoenix): "Har insaan ke andar ek samundar hota hai, Sia. Kuch log bas lehron ko dekhte hain, kuch toofan ko. Par kuch samundar aise hote hain jinki gehraaiyon mein jwalamukhi dafan hote hain. Aise samundaron se door rehna hi behtar hai. Kyunki jab woh phat-te hain... toh kinaaron ka wajood bhi mita dete hain."
"Par kyun?" Sia ki awaaz bhar aayi. "Main use jaanti hoon... woh bura nahi hai. Uske andar bahut dard hai."
Aarav ne kitaab band kiya aur pehli baar theek se uski aankhon mein dekha. Uske nazron mein ek ajeeb sa narmi tha, par lafzon mein dard chhupa tha. jo Sia ne pehle kabhi nahi dekhi thi.
"Bura? Achha? Yeh lafz bachchon ki kahaniyon mein hote hain, Sia. Asli duniya mein sirf shikaari hote hain, aur shikaar. Aur Ravi... woh uss zanjeer mein bandha sher hai jise abhi tak yeh ehsaas nahi ki woh zanjeer tod sakta hai. Dua karo ki use yeh ehsaas kabhi na ho. Kyunki jis din woh sher azaad hua... poora jungle kam pad jaayega."
Yeh keh kar woh utha aur chala gaya, Sia ko uske apne hi sawaalon ke samundar mein doobta hua chhod kar.
Vicharon Ka Mahabharat
Ms. Meera Kapoor, jo ek johari ki tarah har student ke andar chhipe heere aur patthar ko pehchaanti thi, ne is 'cold war' ko ek 'intellectual Mahabharat' mein badalne ka faisla kiya. Unke dimaag mein kuch aur hi chal raha tha. Yeh bachche aam nahi hain. Inke aane se campus ka mahaul badal gaya hai. Ek anjaani si bechaini hai. Shayad inhein aapas mein takra kar hi inke naqaab utrenge.
MS. MEERA:
"Students! Manali trip par jaane se pehle, hum ek special debate competition rakhenge. Topic hai: 'Insaaf vs. Taaqat: Kya Maqsad Haasil Karne Ke Liye Koi Bhi Raasta Jaayaz Hai?'"
Poori class mein sargoshiyan shuru ho gaya.
MS. MEERA (Ek shararati muskaan ke saath): "Aur is interesting topic ke liye, humein ek interesting group chahiye. Pehla group hai... Arjun Rathore, Alisha Singh, YuKi, aur... Ravi Mishra."
Class mein ek pal ke liye aisi khamoshi chha gaya jaise kisi ne sabke saansein chheen liya ho. Yeh group nahi, ek 'death squad' tha. Chaar aise log jo ek doosre ke wajood se bhi nafrat karte the.
Arjun ki aankhon mein aag jhalak utha. Alisha ke honthon par ek jeet wali muskaan aa gayi. YuKi ne pehli baar kitaab se nazar uthakar Ms. Meera ko dekha, uske aankhon mein ek thandi si parakh tha.
Aur Ravi... Ravi ne bas apni kitaab ka agla panna palta. Jaise use is baat se koi farq hi na pada ho.
Khel ab band kamron se nikal kar, poori class ke saamne khela jaane wala tha.
Part 2: "Rathore Samrajya Mein Darar" (Ek Naya Twist)
[ PARDE KE PEECHE KA GUNAH]
Rathore Estate. Raat ke do baje
Dilli ke Lutyens Zone mein sthit vishaal Rathore Estate. Par aaj is mehal ka chamak pheeka tha.Vikramaditya Rathore apne aalishan office mein nahi, balki ek secret, soundproof basement study mein tha. Jism par mehenga suit tha, parmUska hamesha press kiya hua suit aaj silvaton se bhara tha aur chehre par ek haare hue juaari ki thakan. Woh ek encrypted (secure) video call par tha. Screen par ek anjaan shakhs ka sirf silhouette tha, jo ek mehenga chair par baitha tha,par uske awaaz mein Rathore ke liye beizzati aur dhamki saaf tha.
SHADOWY FIGURE (Awaaz mein thandak aur power dono the): "Aapka ek chhota sa 'side business', Minister Rathore, hamare poore international network ko khatre mein daal sakta hai. 'Red Dragon' ne sirf aapka maal nahi, hamari saakh bhi tabah kiya hai. Hamare 'patrons' behad naaraaz hain. Agar un ladkiyon mein se ek bhi zinda pakdi gayi... toh aapka anjaam Rana se bhi bura hoga."
Call cut gaya. Vikramaditya Rathore ne saamne rakha Scotch ka glass uthaya aur ek hi saans mein khaali kar diya. Unke saltanat... ab unke hi gunaahon ke bojh tale dabne wala tha.
Vikramaditya ne Arjun aur Aryan ko bulaya.
VIKRAMADITYA (Dahaadte hue): "Khel khatm ho gaya! Agar Red Dragon ne un sab ladkiyon ko azaad kar diya! Agar unmein se ek ne bhi muh khol diya... toh hum sadak par honge! Jail mein nahi, sadak par!" Usne ek file mez par phenka. "Yeh ab sirf ek business problem nahi, hamare wajood ka sawaal hai. In sab ko dhoondo. Aur... is problem ko jad se khatm kar do. HAMESHA KE LIYE."
Uss file mein....unhi masoom ladkiyon ki tasveerein thi.
VIKRAMADITYA (Zehreelee awaaz mein): "Yeh tumhara naya kaam hai. Yeh koi school ka project nahi. Yeh hamare wajood ki ladai hai. In sab ko dhoondo. Aur... is problem ko jad se khatm kar do. HAMESHA KE LIYE."
"Jad se khatm kar do"... iska matlab saaf tha. Qatl.
[ARYAN KA VIDROH - BADA TWIST]
Arjun, apne pita ki tarah, har cheez ko ek shatranj ki chaal ki tarah dekhta tha. Woh iski gambheerta samajh gaya. Par Aryan, jise sab ek ghamandi, bigda hua gunda samajhte the, uske andar ka zameer jaag utha. Begunah, bekasoor ladkiyon ko maarna... yeh uske usoolon ke khilaaf tha.
Aryan ke andar ka zameer jaag utha.
ARYAN (Gusse aur nafrat se, uska awaaz mein kaampan tha): "NAHI! Yeh hum nahi karenge, Dad! School mein gundagardi karna, logon ko darana... woh alag baat hai! Main ek bully hoon, ek gunda hoon! Par qaatil nahi! Aur aap humein begunah ladkiyon ka qaatil banane ko keh rahe hain? Unhe, jinka humne pehle hi sab kuch chheen liya hai... yeh paap hai! Main is paap ka hissa nahi banunga!"
VIKRAMADITYA (Aankhon mein khoon utar aaya): "PAAP?! Paap aur punya ka hisaab kamzor log karte hain, Aryan! Rathore sirf jeet aur haar ka hisaab karte hain!"
Usne ek zor ka thappad Aryan ke gaal par maara. Aryan ki aankhon mein apne baap ke liye pehli baar nafrat aur ghrina dikha. Woh palta aur bina ek lafz kahe, kamre se bahar nikal gaya.
Aryan ki aankhon mein apne baap ke liye pehla baar nafrat aur ghrina dikha. Woh palta aur bina ek lafz kahe, kamre se bahar nikal gaya. Baap-beton aur dono bhaiyon ke beech, aaj ek aisi darar pad gayi thi jo shayad kabhi nahi bharne wala tha.
[ARJUN KA NAYA MAQSAD]
Arjun akela reh gaya. Par uske chehre par afsos nahi, ek thanda iraada tha. Usne apne parivaar ki saltanat ko bachane ka zimma apne kandhon par le liya.
Usne apni poori taaqat is kaam par laga diya. Ghanton ki mehnat, an-ginat phone calls, aur kuch dhamkiyon ke baad, use ek lead mila.
[ARJUN'S INTERROGATION]
Ek sunsaan, andhera warehouse. Beech mein ek kursi se ek aadmi bandha hua tha, uska chehra sooja hua aur khoon se lathpath tha. Woh ek NGO ka karmachari tha. Uske saamne, Arjun Rathore khada tha. Par yeh school wala charming Arjun nahi tha. Uski aankhon mein thandak tha.
ARJUN: "Aakhri baar pooch raha hoon. Woh ladki, Jaanvi, kahan hai? NGO use kahan chhipa kar rakha hai?"
AADMI (Kaanpte hue): "Main... main nahi bata sakta. Woh hamari zimmedari hai."
Arjun ne muskurakar apna phone nikala aur ek video play kiya. Video mein usi aadmi ki 6 saal ki beti school ke playground mein jhoole par jhoool rahi thi.
ARJUN (Behad shaant awaaz mein): "Bahut pyaari beti hai tumhara. Bilkul apni maa par gayi hai. Pata hai, is school ke bahar mera ek aadmi ice cream ka thela lagakar khada hai. Ek phone call... aur tumhari beti ki agle janamdin ki ice cream... shayad thodi zehreelee ho."
Aadmi ki aankhein darr se phail gayi. Woh rone laga.
AADMI: "Nahi! Please! Meri beti ko kuch mat karna! Main batata hoon! Manali... Manali ke paas ek gaon mein... ek purane monastery mein!"
Arjun ne video band kiya. "Shukriya." Usne apne peeche khade aadmi ko ishara kiya. "Iska kaam ho gaya. Problem ko 'saaf' kar do."
ARJUN (Apne dad ko call kiya): "Dad... sabse zaroori gawah. Ek ladki hai, Jaanvi. Usne ek deal ke dauran aapka chehra dekha tha. Woh... woh ek NGO ki hifazat mein hai. Aur unhone use... Manali ke paas ek remote safe house mein chhipa diya hai."
Manali...
Yeh naam sunte hi Vikramaditya aur Arjun, dono ki aankhon mein ek khatarnak chamak aa gaya.
ARJUN: "School ki trip... yeh hamare liye bhagwaan ka bheja hua mauka hai, Dad. Main wahan jaaunga... Sia ke liye nahi... is Jaanvi naam ki ladki ko hamesha ke liye khamosh karne."
Manali trip ab Arjun ke liye ishq ka imtihaan nahi, apne parivaar ke wajood ko bachane ki aakhri jung ban chuka tha.
Mohra aur Khiladi
Usi raat, Dada Sahab ka Study.
Sia apne Dada Sahab ke saamne baithi thi. Kamra shaant tha, par Sia ke andar ek toofan tha.
SIA: "Dada Sahab, hum ek insaan istemaal kar rahe hain... ya ek aafat ko azaad kar rahe hain?Ravi... woh badal gaya hai. Uski aankhon mein ek aisi veerani hai jise dekh kar darr lagta hai. Aarav ne chetavni di hai ki uske andar ek jwalamukhi hai. Kya hum galat insaan par daav laga rahe hain? Woh toota hua lagta hai."
Dada Sahab ne apni kitaab se nazar uthaye. Unki aankhon mein na chinta tha, na hairaani.
DADA SAHAB (Shaant awaaz mein):
Shaitaan paida nahi kiye jaate, Sia. Unhe sirf unki zanjeeron se azaad kiya jaata hai. Humne use toda nahi, humne bas uske andar ke toofan ko uske qaid-khaane ka darwaza dikhaya hai. Is duniya mein do tarah ke log hote hain—shikaari, aur woh jo shikaar hone ka intezaar karte hain.
"Toota hua sheesha hi sabse zyada chot pahunchata hai, Sia. Humein ek sidha-sadha sipahi nahi chahiye tha. Humein ek aisi talwar chahiye tha jo pehle se hi khoon ka pyaasa ho. Uske andar ka jwalamukhi hi hamara sabse bada hathiyaar hai. Vikramaditya Rathore jaise rakshas ka shikaar karne ke liye, ek usse bada rakshas hi chahiye."
Unhone ek file Sia ki taraf badhaye.
DADA SAHAB: "Aur ab, woh ghaayal shikaari apne nishaan mitaane ke liye Manali bhaag raha hai. Uska sabse bada nishaan hai ek ladki, Jaanvi. Arjun uss nishaan ko mitane jaayega, hamesha ke liye. Tum uss nishaan ko hamare liye ek saboot banaogi. Arjun ke itne kareeb jao ki uski saansein mehsoos kar sako, par tumhari wafaadari hamare maqsad se honi chahiye. Find Jaanvi. Secure her. At all costs."
SIA: "Aur Ravi?"Uska bhookh ka kya? Agar woh Arjun ke saath-saath... sab kuch nigal gaya toh?"
DADA SAHAB (Ek gehri muskaan ke saath jo unke aankhon tak nahi pahuncha):
"Har toofan ka ek ankh hota hai, Sia. Ek shaant markaz. Ravi woh toofan hai... aur tum uski ankh banogi. Woh Arjun Rathore ki saltanat ko dahayega. Uski dehshat Arjun ko andha kar degi. Aur uss andhere mein, sirf tumhe raasta dikhega. Yeh shatranj ki baazi hai, beti. Arjun apne aap ko Baadshah samajhta hai, Ravi ek haathi ki tarah tabaahi machayega. Par Baadshah ko maat... hamesha Wazir hi deta hai."
Unhone Sia ki aankhon mein dekha, unki awaaz ab ek hukm tha. "Jao... aur is khel ko khatm karo."
Sia uthi, uske andar ka dar ab ek thande iraade mein badal chuka tha.
Jungle Ka Naya Shikaari
Madhya Pradesh ke Chambal Ghaati. Usi raat.
Jahan Dilli ka power khatm hota hai, wahan se ek aur kanoon shuru hota hai. Chambal ke beheadon mein, ek aalishan purani haveli andhere mein dooba hua tha. Andar, ek 30-35 saal ka aadmi, jiske jism par kasrat ke nishaan aur chehre par ek purana, gehra ghaav tha, zameen par baitha tha. Uske saamne ek chhota sa aag jal raha tha. Yeh Bhairava tha. Usne steel ka glass itne zor se dabaya ki woh pichak kar uske haath mein ek kachre ka dher ban gaya.
Uske saamne ek aadmi darr se kaanp raha tha. "Bhairava bhai... Dilli se khabar aaya hai. Rathore par koi bada sankat aaya hai. Uska human trafficking ka dhandha Red Dragon ne chaupat kar diya."
Bhairava ne apni laal aankhein uthaya. Uski awaaz pattharon ke takrane jaisa tha.
BHAIRAVA: "Sankat us par nahi... ab hum par aayega. Woh apne paap chhupane ke liye un begunah ladkiyon ko maarega... unhein humhe bachana hai. Dilli jaakar hamare aadmiyon ko bolo... Rathore ke har saans par nazar rakhein. Is baar shikaar woh hai, aur shikaari hum."
Usne pichke hue glass ko aag mein phenk diya.
"Waqt aa gaya hai... Rathore ke khoon se Chambal ki mitti ka karz chukane ka."
[LAL AZHDAHA KA INSAAF]
Hong Kong. Usi waqt.
Ek skyscraper ke rooftop par bane shaant Zen garden mein, ek buzurg aadmi, Jin Lao (The Elder), shaanti se chai pee raha tha. Uske saamne ek ladki, Mei Lin, ghutno par baithi thi.
MEI LIN: "Elder, Mumbai saaf ho chuka hai. Saare 'chuhe' unke bil se nikaal diye gaye hain. Ladkiyan safe hain."
JIN LAO (Bina nazar uthaye): "Pattiyan saaf karne se ped ki bimaari nahi jaata, Mei Lin. Jad abhi bhi zameen mein hai. Vikramaditya Rathore jaise log... woh is duniya ka cancer hain. Woh insaano ki, khaas kar bachchon ki taskari karte hain—ek aisa gunah jisse Kaynaat ka santulan bigadta hai. Red Dragon ka kaam santulan banaye rakhna hai."
MEI LIN: "Rathore ab kamzor hai. Woh uss ladki ko dhoond raha hai... Jaanvi ko. Hamare aadmiyon ke mutabik, woh Manali mein hai."
JIN LAO (Halka sa muskurate hue): "Haan. Aur Dilli mein ek soya hua sher jaag raha hai... aur Mumbai se ek ghamandi shaavak dahaad raha hai. Manali mein ek ajeeb sa sangam hone wala hai. Nazar rakho. Jab shikaari aapas mein ladte hain, tabhi jadd ko ukhaadne ka sahi mauqa milta hai. Humara kaam insaaf karna hai... aur insaaf sabr maangta hai."
Part 3 — “Manali Ki Dehleez Par” — Toofan Se Pehle Ki Shaanti
Manali trip se pehle Classroom debate ka din school ka sabse bada event ban gaya. Meera ka plan chalta hai: ek public arena jahan ideologies takra kar mask girenge. Hall packed. Students, teachers, even kuch parents — sab aaye.
Debate topic: "Insaaf vs Taaqat." Lekin ye debate kisi logic war se jaada ek battlefield ban gaya.
Arjun shuruaat karta hai...
Arjun ne podium par khada hokar kaha: Taaqat ka matlab yeh nahin ki tum sach ko mitado. Taaqat ka matlab accountability bhi hota hai. Jab duniya be-insaaf ho jaati hai, kuch log taaqat se uska jawab dete hain. Humari taaqat... hamari zimmedari bhi hai.
“Itihaas hamesha jeetne wale likhte hain. Aur itihaas likhne ke liye—taaqat chahiye. Kamzor ka insaaf sirf kitaabon mein milta hai.”" Uski awaaz steady, precise. Har lafz ek chhuri se cut karta tha.
Alisha ne Arjun ka baat kaat-ti hai aur jawaab diya: “Taaqat aur insaaf—dono hi naqaab hain. Asliyat mein har insaan sirf apni zaroorat poori karta hai. Baaki sab jhooth hai”
"Agar taaqat ko insaaf bol kar justify kiya jaaye, to hum kya bachaenge? Hum sachayi ko kaise define karenge? Aaj agar tum taaqat ka use karke kisi ko daba doge, kal kaun tumhe judge karega?"
Phir YuKi ne khada hokar ek sard smile ke saath bola: YuKi ki thandi line ne class ko thanda kar diya:
"Taaqat dhokha hai. Insaaf ek andha vishwas hai. Sirf ek hi sachai hai... Inteqaam. Badla. Jo tumse chheena gaya, use wapas chheen'na. Yeh insaaf nahi, yeh kismat ka kanoon hai."
Phir sabki nazarein Ravi pe thami. Wo seedha microphone ke paas aaya, na jaise debate lad raha ho, balki nafrat ka ek rationale padh raha ho. Uski awaaz halki thi magar har lafz ka wazan volcano se girta tha.
"Main insaaf mein bharosa karta tha. Main taaqat mein bharosa karta tha. Dono ne mujhse dhokha kiya. Jab tum takat ya insaaf ka naam lete ho, toh tum sacchai ka mask laga lete ho. Par inteqaam? Inteqaam kuch aur hi dekhta hai. Inteqaam ek aisa hisaab hai jo sirf uss wajood se karta hai jo chale gaye hain. Aur jab sab raste bandh ho jaate hain, tab humare andar ka woh chautha cheez uthti hai jo hisaab karta hai , sahi ya galat ka nahi sirf karz ka— jise tum Qayamat kehte ho. Qayamat insaaf ko, taaqat ko, sab ko jala deti hai."
Usne apni aankhen class ke kone kone mein ghumai — chhoti si dehshat, chhoti si respect, thodi si dar. "Jab Qayamat aati hai — woh sirf hisaab karti hai. Na insaaf dekhti hai, na taaqat; woh sirf tabahi laati hai."
"Qayamat" se poori class, Ms. Meera, aur khaas kar Arjun, Alisha aur YuKi, sab ke sab kaanp jaate hain.
Akhir mein teacher Meera ne stage se bola: "Yeh debate sirf alfaaz nahi. Yeh tum logon ke decisions ka demonstration hai. Kabhi socho ke tumhe agar power mile, to kya karoge? Yeh ek test hai."
Naqaab Ke Peeche Naqaab
Debate ke baad, raat mein.
Ek dark room mein, sirf laptop ka light YuKi ke sard chehre par pad raha tha. Screen par ek encrypted chat window open tha, jahan se aane wale lafz uss kamre ki khamoshi ko cheer rahe the.
WhiteFox : Status report, Kitsune. Dilli mein shor hadd se zyada hai.
Yuki (Kitsune): Rathore Empire mein darar nahi, ab suraakh ho chuke hain, WhiteFox. Unka bichaaya jaal unhi ke gale ka fanda ban gaya hai. Red Dragon ne sirf unka dhandha nahi, unki aukaat expose kar diya hai. Ab woh chhuhe ki tarah apne nishaan mita rahe hain. Ek aakhri nishaan hai... **Jaanvi**. Jise woh Manali mein hamesha ke liye mitane jaa rahe hain.
WhiteFox: Aur woh... an-dekha toofan? Ravi Mishra? Report mein uska zikr baar-baar hai.
Yuki: Woh koi 'variable' nahi hai. Woh is game ka hissa hi nahi hai. Woh woh **Qayamat** hai jise Rathore ne anjaane mein dawat de diya hai. Uske 'Qayamat' ki baat... alfaaz nahi, **ailaan** tha. He's not just a predator, WhiteFox. **He is the entire food chain.** Uske aane se yeh khel tezz nahi hua... khel ke niyam hi badal gaye hain.
WhiteFox:
Mission mat bhoolna, Kitsune. Hum yahan jungle ki aag bujhaane nahi, sirf uski garmi sekhne aaye hain. Rathores par focus karo. Unke network ke har jadd ko khodo. Lekin uss Qayamat ke saaye se bhi door rehna. Aag se khelne ka ijaazat nahi hai. Do you copy?
Yuki:
Loud and clear, WhiteFox. Aag se door rahunga... **par aag ki roshni mein shikaar behtar dikhta hai.**
YuKi ne chat window close kar diya. Uske chehre par ek sard muskaan tha.
Arjun Rathore... tum shatranj ke khel mein pyada aage badha rahe ho... jabki board ke neeche se ek naag tumhari taraf badh raha hai. Aur tumhara dushman sirf woh Qayamat nahi... main bhi hoon.
Room No. 214 – Debate ke baad
Manali trip ki taiyaariyon ka josh Room No. 214 mein bhi poore zor par tha, par yahan josh ke teen alag-alag rang the. Kabir ne kamre ko ek chhota-mota dance club bana rakha tha. High-volume Punjabi music par woh ajeeb-o-gareeb dance steps karne ki koshish kar raha tha, jo dance kam aur kasrat zyada lag raha tha. Uska har step is umeed mein tha ki Manali ki barf par uske 'cool moves' pighalne se pehle ladkiyon ke dil pighla denge.
"Oye Amit, aakhri baar bol raha hoon, seekh le!" Kabir haanfte hue bola, paseene ki boondein uske maathe se tapak raha tha. "Manali mein bonfire ke time ladkiyan 'impress' karni hain ya 'depress'? Tere is 'Theory of Relativity' wale chehre ko dekh kar toh Newton ki aatma bhi darr jaaye. Wahan pahaadon mein 'E=mc²' nahi, 'Energy = Masti x Romance²' chalta hai!"
Amit, jo hamesha ki tarah apni kitaab mein ghusa hua tha, ne chashme ke upar se use dekha. Uske chehre par ek aisi shaanti thi jaise woh Kabir ke shor ke beech bhi quantum physics ke rahasyon ko suljha raha ho. "Logically speaking, Kabir, tumhare in aniyantrit (uncontrolled) jhatkon se aane wala earthquake, Manali mein aane wale kisi bhi toofan se zyada khatarnaak hoga. Aur jahan tak ladkiyon ka sawaal hai, woh 'intelligence' se impress hoti hain, is tarah bandaron ki tarah koodne se nahi. Ek stable mind ek unstable body se hamesha zyada attractive hota hai."
"Acha ji, Professor Einstein?" Kabir ne music band kiya aur Amit ke saamne khada ho gaya. "Chal, aaj iska bhi test ho jaaye. Main Ravi se poochta hoon. Woh is maamle mein hum dono se zyada experienced lagta hai. Oye Ravi, tu bata. Ladkiyan kis cheez se zyada impress hoti hain? Mere jaise 'hot looks' aur 'cool moves' se, ya is padhaku ke 'boring formulas' se?"
Ravi, jo kamre ke ek kone mein andhere mein baitha, khidki se bahar chamakte sheher ko dekh raha tha, palta. Uske chehre par kayi dino baad ek halka sa, na ke barabar muskaan tha. Woh apne doston ki is nok-jhonk mein apni duniya ke toofanon ko kuch pal ke liye bhool jaata tha. Yeh uske liye ek sukoon ka lamha tha, ek aisi jheel jahan uske andar ka jwalamukhi thoda thanda ho jaata tha.
"Dono se nahi," Ravi ne shaant awaaz mein kaha.
Amit aur Kabir dono hairaan hokar use dekhne lage.
Ravi ne apni nigahein wapas khidki ke bahar tika diya. "Woh... woh 'confidence' se impress hoti hain. Chahe woh dance floor par ho, ya kitaabon mein." Uska awaaz dheema ho gaya, jaise woh khud se baat kar raha ho. "...Aur kabhi-kabhi, khamoshi se."
Ek pal ke liye kamre mein shaanti chha gaya. Amit aur Kabir ne ek doosre ko dekha. Ravi ne ek aam si baat kaha tha, par uske lafzon mein ek aisa wazan tha jo un dono ke samajh se bahar tha. Uske khamoshi mein chhipi taaqat ko woh mehsoos kar sakte the, par samajh nahi paate the.
ARJUN: "Manali trip ab ek picnic nahi, ek mission hai. Yahan do target hain. Primary target: Jaanvi. Secondary target: Ravi Mishra. Hum dono ko ek hi teer se maarenge."
VIRAT (Apne muscles ko flex karte hue): "Bas hukm karo, Arjun. Us Ravi ki toh main haddiyan tod dunga."
RISHI (Hamesha ki tarah shaant): "Emotion se nahi, strategy se kaam lena hoga, Virat. Ravi aam nahi hai. Humein ek aisa plan chahiye jo foolproof ho."
ARJUN: "Plan taiyaar hai. Plan A: Main Sia ke kareeb rahunga, use special feel karwaunga. Isse Ravi emotionally weak hoga. Plan B: Hum Jaanvi ko track karenge. Karan, tumhara social engineering skills yahan kaam aayega. Rishi, tum logistics sambhaloge. Plan C... 'Operation Qayamat'... yeh Ravi ke liye hai. Hum use akele mein phansayenge. Aur is baar, Virat... tum use todna nahi, khatm kar dena. Koi saboot nahi, koi gawah nahi. Sirf barf mein dafan ek laash."
Sameer yeh sunkar kaanp gaya. Par Arjun ki aankhon mein ek aisa aag tha ki kisi ka bhi na kehne ki himmat nahi hua.
VIRAT: "Plan toh theek hai, Arjun. Par ek baat hai. Jung mein utarne se pehle dushman ki taaqat ko parakhna zaroori hota hai. Kahin aisa na ho ki hum use chooha samjhein aur woh sher nikal aaye."
Arjun ke chehre par ek zalim muskaan phail gaya.
ARJUN: "Interesting point, Virat. Sahi kaha. Use Manali mein todne se pehle, kyun na Delhi mein uska ek trailer dekha jaaye? Dekhte hain ki woh tootne se pehle kis hadh tak jaa sakta hai. Ek imtihaan toh uska banta hai."
Part 5: "THE GAUNTLET" (Ek Brutal Imtihaan)
Arjun ab Ravi ko halke mein nahi le sakta tha. Manali jaane se pehle, use Ravi ki asli taaqat ka andaaza lagana tha.
Arjun Ka Hukm - Shikaar Ki Taiyaari
Rathore Estate ke soundproof basement mein, Arjun apne laptop par live satellite feed dekh raha tha. Uske chaaron taraf uske dost—Virat, Rishi, Karan aur ek dehshat se kaanpta hua Sameer—khade the. Screen par ek anjaan, andhere warehouse ka manzar tha, jahan chaar saaye, jo insaan kam aur maut ke saudaagar zyada lag rahe the, khade the. Yeh Arjun ke kiraye ke shikaari the.
"Target ki location confirm ho gaya hai," Arjun ne apne burner phone par kaha. "Woh cyber café se nikal chuka hai. Under-construction metro station. Plan yaad hai na?"
Doosri taraf se ek bhaari, professional awaaz aaya, "Humein hamara kaam yaad rehta hai, Mr. Rathore. Par aapko keemat yaad hai na?"
"Keemat ki chinta mat karo," Arjun ne thandi awaaz mein kaha. "Bas kaam hona chahiye. Mujhe use zinda ya murda nahi, toota hua dekhna hai. Main dekhna chahta hoon ki woh kis hadh tak jaa sakta hai. Har ek pal record hona chahiye. Agar woh hadh se zyada khatarnaak lage... toh problem ko 'saaf' kar dena."
Virat ke chehre par ek wehshi muskaan phail gayi. "Aaj aayega maza. Dekhte hain kitna dum hai us pahadi mein."
Dosti Ka Bojh - Shikaar Ki Raat
Cyber café ka shutter 'kharrrr' ki awaaz ke saath neeche gira. Raat ke 10 baj chuke the . Ravi aaj overtime kara tha... Delhi ki sard hawa Ravi ke chehre se takrayi. Usne apni jacket ka collar upar kiya aur hostel ki taraf chal pada.
Usne wahi sunsaan raasta liya. Use ehsaas ho gaya tha ki kuch gadbad hai. Hawa mein ek anjaana sa bhaari-pan tha. Ek aisa khamoshi jo cheekh raha tha. Uske kadam thode tez ho gaye.
"Oye!"
Ek jaani-pehchaani awaaz sunkar woh ruka. Kabir aur Amit uske saamne khade the.
"Kahan reh gaya tha tu, yaar?" Kabir ne uske kandhe par haath maara. "Hum tera intezaar kar rahe the. Chal, saath mein hostel chalte hain."
Ravi ko unhein yahan dekh kar ek pal ke liye khush hua, par agle hi pal uske andar ka 'pehredaar' jaag utha. Khatra... bahut kareeb tha. Woh apne doston ko is aag ke beech nahi laa sakta tha.
Uska chehra ek pal mein patthar jaisa sakht ho gaya.
RAVI (Ekdum thandi awaaz mein): "Tum log yahan kya kar rahe ho? Jao yahan se. Mujhe akela chhod do."
Kabir aur Amit uske is achanak badle hue bartav se hairaan reh gaye.
Dukhi hokar, aur thoda dar kar, woh wahan se chale gaye. Ravi ne unhe jaate hue dekha, uski aankhon mein bepanah dard tha.
Maaf karna, doston. Par yeh aag tumhein nahi jala sakta.
Maut Ka Aakhada - Under-Construction Metro Station
Ravi aage badha. Under-construction metro station ek bhootiya qile ki tarah khada tha. Andar se paani tapakne ki 'tip-tip' ki awaaz aa raha tha. Har taraf lohe ke rod, concrete ke pillar aur andhere ke saaye the.
Jaise hi woh beech mein pahuncha, chaaron taraf se 4 saaye nikle aur use gher liya.
Goliath: Ek 7-foot ka pahaad jaisa aadmi. Woh ek Muay Thai champion tha, jiske fefade ek fighter ke the aur aankhein ek shikaari ka.
Cerberus (Do Jism, Ek Jaan): Do judwa bhai, jinke haathon mein Filipino Kali sticks aise naach rahe the jaise woh unke jism ka hi hissa ho.
Azrael: Un sabka leader. Uski aankhon mein maut ki thandak tha. Woh ek Krav Maga master tha—fast, brutal, accurate.
Maut Ka Nritya - THE BRUTAL FIGHT
Jo agle kuch minute mein hua, woh ladai nahi, qatl-e-aam tha.
Round 1: Ravi vs. Goliath (The Brute)
Goliath ek train ke engine ki tarah Ravi par toota. Usne ek zabardast roundhouse kick Ravi ke pasliyon par maara. Ravi ne block karne ki koshish kara par kick ki taaqat itna zyada tha ki woh do kadam peeche hat gaya, uske muh se ek dard bhari aah nikla.
"Hahahaha!" Goliath hansa. Par agle hi pal, Ravi wapas apni position mein tha , uski aankhon mein dard nahi, sirf ek thanda, hisaab karne wala sannaata tha.
Goliath ne ek flying knee kick Ravi ke chehre par maara. Yeh uska signature move tha. Ravi ne aakhri pal mein apna sir hataya. Usi flow mein, jab Goliath ka pair neeche aa raha tha, Ravi ne uske pair ko pakda aur neeche jhukte hue, apni kohni poori taaqat se uske ghutne ke jod par de maara.
"KRRRRAAAACK!"
Haddi ke tootne ki ek aisa wehshi awaaz aaya jo insaani nahi lagta tha. Goliath ki cheekh poore station mein goonj utha. Uska ghutna ek ajeeb, un-natural angle par mud chuka tha, aur safed haddi maans ko cheerta hua bahar nikal aaya tha , jisse khoon ka ek gehra fawwara beh nikla. Woh zameen par tadapne laga.
Round 2: Ravi vs. Cerberus (The Twins)
Yeh dekh kar, dono judwa bhaiyon ne ek saath Ravi par hamla kiya. Unki Kali sticks hawa mein ek maut ka jaal bun raha tha. Ravi ne paas mein pada ek lohe ka mota rod utha liya—ek sariya.
'TAK! TING! TAAK!'
Lohe se loha takrane ka awaazein poore station mein goonj utha. Ravi unke har vaar ko rok raha tha. Phir, usne ek fighter ke dande par apna sariya maara, uska danda hawa mein uchhal gaya. Isse pehle ki woh kuch samajh paata, Ravi ka sariya ek toofan ki tarah ghooma aur uske chehre par pada.
'SQUELCH!'
Ek geeli, bhayanak awaaz aaya, jaise ek tarbooz phat gaya ho. Sariya uske naak, jabde, aur gaal ki haddiyon ko ek saath todta hua, uske chehre ke andar dhans gaya. Uska ek aankh socket se nikal kar bahar latak gaya. Khoon, daanton aur haddi ke tukdon ka ek fawwara hawa mein uchhla aur woh bina koi awaaz kiye zameen par dher ho gaya
Doosre bhai ne yeh dekh kar gusse mein apni jeb se ek combat knife nikaala— unhone training mein seekha tha ki agar baazu band ho toh knife se jaani luck badh jaata hai. Par Ravi usse bhi tez tha , usne uska chaku ka haath graasp kiya, uska wrist lock apply kiya — aur ek pressure mein chaku slip karke us fighter ki apni thigh mein ghus gaya. Blood spray, a metallic, hot smell. Par Ravi ne use chhod diya —fir wo fighter pass pada ek rod uthata hai aur Ravi ke pet mein rod ghusaane ki koshish kiya. par Ravi ne sariye ko apne pairon mein phansakar, hawa mein ek backflip maara, aur neeche aate waqt, uske dono pair us fighter ki gardan par pade.
"CRUNCH!"
Gardan tootne ki halki par saaf awaaz aaya , par ravi itne mein nahi ruka wo uss chakhu ko uss admi ke thigh se nikala aur Chaku ko us admi ke gardan ke aar-paar kar diya, aur khoon ka geyser uske bhai ke laash par girne laga. Ravi ne use chhoda aur woh apne bhai ke upar gir kar tadapne laga.
Round 3: Ravi vs. Azrael (The Viper)
Aakhri fighter, Azrael, ab aage badha. Usne apni jeb se ek combat knife nikaala. "Tum aam nahi ho," usne thandi awaaz mein kaha. "Par main bhi nahi."
Yeh asli jung tha. Chaku ke vaar hawa ko cheer rahe the. Uska har move machine jaisa tha, par Ravi ab aadmi nahi raha tha. Woh ek zinda Qayamat ban chuka tha.Ek vaar ne Ravi ke baazu par ek gehra ghaav bana diya, maans ko cheerta hua chaku haddi se takra kar 'scratch' ki awaaz kar gaya. Khoon ki ek garam dhaar uski shirt ko bhigone laga.
Par Ravi ki aankhon mein dard nahi, ek wehshi junoon tha. Usne Azrael ke chaku wale haath ko pakda, uski kohni ko apne ghutne par rakh kar tod diya. Azrael ka cheekh hawa mein ghut gaya. Ravi ne use chhoda nahi. Usne uske baal pakde, uska sir concrete ke pillar par baar-baar patka... DHAM! DHAM! DHAM!
Har vaar ke saath ek geeli, haddi tootne ki awaaz aata. Patka... tab tak, jab tak deewar laal na ho gaya, uske haath mein baalon aur khaal (scalp) ka ek guchha na reh gaya, aur pillar par sirf ek khoon aur dimaag ka pulpy, an-pehchaana ja sakne wala dhabba na reh gaya.
Ravi un chaar laashon (ya adhmare jismon) ke beech khada haanf raha tha , aur aankhon mein wo shanti tha jo sirf tab milta hai jab insaan khud se bhi badla le le.
Upar, metro line ke ek andhere kone mein, Zorawar yeh sab dekh raha tha.
ZORAWAR (Inner Monologue): "Samraat sahi the. Shehzaada kamzor nahi hai. Yeh... yeh toh humse bhi zyada khatarnaak hai. Iske andar Vashudev ki nahi... khud Qayamat ki aag hai. Yeh insaan shehzaada nahin, yeh kisi devta ke haath ki kamin hai."
Part 6: Khauf Ki Parchhai (Shadow of Fear)
Rathore Estate - Jab Shikaari Ne Shikaar Dekha
Basement ke soundproof kamre mein hawa itna bhaari tha ki saans lena bhi ek mehnat lag raha tha. Laptop ka screen kaala ho chuka tha, lekin uss par chala wehshat wahan maujood har shakhs ki rooh mein bas chuka tha. Ravi... un chaar adhmare, toote-phoothe jismon ke beech khada haanf raha tha, jaise ek bhookha bhediya apne shikaar ko cheerne ke baad sukoon ka saans le raha ho.
Sameer ki haalat ek zinda laash se badtar tha. Uske daant aapas mein takra kar 'tak-tak' ki aisa awaaz kar rahe the jaise maut ki ghadi nazdeek aa raha ho. Uske aankhein pathra gaya tha, jaise usne abhi-abhi nark ka manzar dekha ho.
Virat, jiske kasrati jism aur taaqat ka Arjun hamesha misaal deta tha, aaj deewar se sata khada tha. Uska chehra paseene se tar aur rang safed pad chuka tha.
VIRAT (Awaaz mein saaf dehshat aur ghutan tha):
"Arjun... chhod de... chhod de yeh sab. Yeh... yeh hamare bas ka baat nahi hai. Hum uska kuch nahi kar sakte. Dekha nahi tune? Woh... woh insaan hi nahi hai... Daanav hai! Ek shaitaan hai woh!"
"Yeh... yeh jung nahi hai, Arjun... yeh khudkushi hai! Uss... usne unki haddiyan nahi toda... usne unhe... cheel diya! Jaise koi jaanwar apne shikaar ko nochta hai! Uski aankhein dekha tune? Unmein ghussa nahi... bhookh tha! Woh humein dhoond nahi raha... woh humein shikaar kar raha hai! Rok de yeh sab, isse pehle ki hum sab uske bhookh mita dein!"
Arjun ki aankhein screen par jama tha.Arjun ne dheere se laptop band kiya. 'Click' ka halka sa awaaz uss sannate mein ek goli ke tarah goonja. Uske aankhein andhere mein aisa tika tha jaise woh Ravi ko abhi bhi dekh sakta ho. Uske chehre par khauf ki ek lakeer tak nahi tha. Sirf ek thanda, pathreela ghussa tha jo kisi jwalamukhi ke phatne ka intezaar kar raha tha.
ARJUN (Awaaz ek zehreele sarp ki phunkar jaisi, bilkul dheemi aur saaf):
"Chhod doon? Agar aaj iss shikaari ko khula chhod diya, toh kal yeh poore jungle par raaj karega. Yeh aag ab shuru ho chuka hai, Virat. Ab yeh ya toh uska chita par khatm hoga... ya hamara."
VIRAT (Pagalpan mein cheekhte hue): "PAGAL MAT BAN! HUM USKA MUQABLA NAHI KAR SAKTE! KOI NAHI KAR SAKTA!"
Hamare bas ka nahi hai yeh!"
Arjun ke honthon par ek aisa zaalim, sard muskaan aaya jise dekhkar Virat ka rooh barf ban gaya.
ARJUN (Muskurate hue, ek aisi muskaan jise dekhkar Virat ka rooh kaanp gaya): "Agar hamare bas ka nahi hai... toh kisi ke bas mein toh hoga."
"Har sheitaan ke liye... ek usse bada sheitaan bana hota hai, dost. Agar hum iss aag ko nahi bujha sakte... toh hum ek aisa toofan bulayenge jo aag ko hi nigal jaaye."
Virat ka chehra lahu-luhaan ho gaya.
VIRAT (Peeche hat-te hue): "Tu... tu kiske baare mein baat kar raha hai?"
VIRAT (Kaanpte hue): "N-nahi... uska... uska naam mat le, Arjun! Uska naam lena bhi gunaah hai! "Tu paagal toh nahi ho gaya hai?! Pata bhi hai tu kya bol raha hai? Tu jaanta hai na woh kaun hai? Uska baap kaun hai? Uska baap nahi... uska poora khandaan hi Qayamat hai! Agar Ravi se woh bhida, Aur Ravi ne usse ek kharonch bhi maar diya... toh Dilli ke nakshe se hamara naam-o-nishaan aise mitega jaise kabhi tha hi nahi!"
ARJUN: "Aur agar... usne Ravi ko ek keede ki tarah masal kar, uska rooh ko bhi nark mein bhej diya toh?"
Arjun ne phone uthaya aur apne baap, Vikramaditya Rathore, ko call lagaya.
ARJUN: "Dad, ek anmol tohfa bhej raha hoon. Apne phone par dekhiye."
Do minute baad, Vikramaditya ki dahaad sunayi diya, lekin dahaad mein ghussa nahi, khauf tha.
VIKRAMADITYA:
"YEH KYA HAI?! Yeh kaun hai?! Ek 15-16 saal ka ladka... aur itna taqat? nahi... yeh koi insaan nahi ho sakta! Arjun, yeh hamare raaste ka kaanta nahi... yeh hamare wajood ke liye khatra hai!"
ARJUN: "Dad, ise maarna nahi hai. Ise zinda laash banana hai. Iske rooh ko noch kar aise tadpana hai ki maut bhi is par reham karne se inkaar kar de. Mere paas ek plan hai. Main usse bula raha hoon."
Phone ke doosri taraf ek pal ki khamoshi chha gaya, fir Vikramaditya ke haath se mobile chhoot kar zameen par girne aur uske sheeshe ke chaknachoor hone ka awaaz aaya.
VIKRAMADITYA (Ghabrahat aur haanfta hua awaaz mein): "AISA SOCHNA BHI MAT, ARJUN! Tumhari dushmani ek school ke ladke se hai, poore paatal-lok se nahi! Rok do yeh sab!"
ARJUN (Shaant aur thandi awaaz mein, jismein apne baap ke liye bhi koi lihaaz nahi tha): "Aap bas apni kursi sambhaliye, Dad. Shatranj ka yeh chaal... ab main khelunga."
Arjun ne phone kaat diya.
Part 7: Mumbai Ka SHEHZAADA
Mumbai Jahaan Sharafat Ghutne Tektz Hai Raat ke 1 baj rahe the. Mumbai ka woh underground fight club sheher ke gunahgaar ameerzaadon aur mafiyon ke liye ek modern Colosseum tha. Hawa mein mehengi sharaab, paseene, darr aur taaze khoon ki mehek ghula hua tha. Beech mein bane boxing ring ke chaaron taraf log jaanwaron ki tarah chilla rahe the.
Ring ke andar, ek 16 saal ka, 6-foot lamba ladka ek maut ka nritya kar raha tha. Uska saamna ek 25 saal ke professional Russian fighter se tha jo apne brutal record ke liye "The Siberian Bear" ke naam se jaana jaata tha. Par yahan, woh 'Bear' ek khilone ki tarah lag raha tha. Ladke ke jism par ek bhi kharonch nahi tha , jabki doosre aadmi ka chehra khoon se lathpath tha, uska baaya aankh sooj kar band ho chuka tha aur naak se khoon beh raha tha. Ladke ke har move mein ek ajeeb sa berahmi aur elegance tha...
Ladka ek maut ka kalakaar tha. Usne Russian ke ek punch se bachkar, uska gardan pakda aur ghutne se uske pasliyon par baar-baar vaar kiya. Har vaar ke saath 'CRACK' ki awaaz aata. Phir usne ek zabardast elbow strike Russian ke collarbone par maara. 'SNAP!' ki awaaz itna saaf tha ki poore hall mein goonj gaya aur Russian ka haath bejaan hokar latak gaya.
Tabhi Arjun ka call aaya.
Ring ke paas ek V.I.P. sofe par baithi ek 15 saal ki ladki ne apna phone nikala, jaise kisi makhi ne pareshan kar diya ho. Uske chehre par ghamand aur power saaf jhalak raha tha.
ARJUN (Apni awaaz mein zabardasti ki narmi laate hue): "Princess... PRINCE se ek zaroori kaam tha."
LADKI: "Bhai abhi ek kutte ko uski aukaat dikha raha hai. Line pe raho."
Theek usi waqt, ring ke andar us ladke ne ek toofan ke tarah ghoomta hua hawa mein chhalang lagaya aur ek brutal spinning heel kick maara.
Kick Russian fighter ke jabde par aisa laga jaise ek hathoda poori taaqat se pada ho. 'CRACK-BOOM!'
Awaaz itna tez tha jaise kisi ne goli chala diya ho. Crowd ek pal ke liye shaant ho gaya. Russian ka jabda sirf toota nahi; woh chaknachoor (disintegrate) ho gaya. Khoon aur toote hue daanton ka ek fawwara uske munh se nikla. Uska sir ek un-natural angle par ghoom gaya. Woh 25 saal ka pahaad jaisa aadmi ring ki rassiyon ko todta hua, ek toota hua gudiya ki tarah, neeche commentators ke table par jaa gira. Table 'CRASH' ki awaaz ke saath toot gaya aur woh zameen par ek bejaan maans ke lothde ke tarah pada raha—woh zameen par girne se pehle hi behosh ho chuka tha.
Poora hall ek hi naam se dahadne laga: "PRINCE! PRINCE! PRINCE!"
Ladki ne bore hote hue angdaai li aur phone lekar apne bhai ke paas gayi. Prince apne chehre se kisi aur ke khoon ka ek chheenta pochte hue ring se neeche utra. Uski saansein bilkul normal tha, jaise woh fight nahi, walk karke aa raha ho.
LADKI: "Yeh lo bhai, baat karo."
PRINCE (Ekdum sapaat, be-jazbaat awaaz mein): "Kaun hai?"
Ladki ne apne khoobsurat honthon par ek zehreelee muskaan laate hue kaha: "Wohi... Dilli ka so-called Baadshah. Par tumhare saamne... sirf ek Chuha."
Prince ne phone kaan se lagaya. Uska thanda, be-jazbaat aankhein saamne pade Russian fighter ki toota hua sarir ko dekh raha tha.
PRINCE (Awaaz barf se bhi zyada thanda tha): "Bolo."
Doosri taraf se Arjun ne poori baat sankshipt mein bataya. Ek shikaar... jo hadd se aage nikal gaya hai. Ek shikaar, jise kaabu karna zaroori hai. School trip... Manali... ek mauka.
Phone par kuch pal ki khamoshi chha gaya. Prince ke chehre par koi bhaav nahi tha. Phir, uske honthon ke kone par ek halka sa, na ke barabar muskaan ubhra. Ek aisa muskaan jise dekhkar shikaari bhi shikaar ban jaaye.
PRINCE (Pehle Arjun ko uska aukaat yaad dilate hue): "Dilli ke Baadshah... tumse ek chuha nahi sambhala jaa raha?"
Usne ek pal ka pause liya, jaise Arjun ki beizzati ko uske rooh tak utarne de raha ho. Phir usne phone ko thoda door kiya, apni nigahein saamne andhere mein tikaya, jaise woh barfeele pahaadon ko dekh raha ho, aur ek ailaan kiya jo sirf Arjun ke liye nahi, poori kaynaat ke liye tha.
"Fikar mat karo... Shehzada(PRINCE) aa raha hai... sidhe Manali..."
Usne ek aakhri, gehra saans liya aur woh lafz kahe jo aane wale toofan ka pehla dahaad tha.
"Waqt aa gaya hai uss chuhe ko batane ka... ke jab asli Qayamat zameen par utarta hai... toh barf safed nahi rehta... lahu se laal ho jaata hai."
[NAYE KHILADI, NAYA KHEL]
Usi waqt. Ek anjaan location se ek secure conference call.
Chaar awaazein, chaar alag-alag iraadon ke saath , ek anjaane maqsad se juda hua.
PHANTOM: (Awaaz mein ek sargoshi jaisi tezi thi)" "Revenant, Tempest, report hai maine use dhoondh liya. Hamara 'package', Jaanvi. Woh Manali ke paas ek purane monastery mein hai. Par hum akele nahi hain. Arjun Rathore use hamesha ke liye mitane ke liye nikal chuka hai."
TEMPEST: (Uska awaaz mein shikar aur ka bechaini aur gussa saaf tha) "Toh intezaar kiska hai? Main apni team bhejta hoon. Arjun ke pahunchne se pehle hum ladki ko nikaal lenge. Khel khatm."
REVENANT: (Uska awaaz Adhira ke bilkul ulat, ekdum shaant aur control mein tha) "Khel abhi shuru hua hai, TEMPEST. Tumhara plan ek chhota sa jhagda jeet lega, par hum poori jung haar jaayenge. Manali ek band kamra banne wala hai jismein teen bhookhe sher hain— Sirf Arjun nahi. Hamare sources ke mutabik, Mumbai se 'Prince' naam ka ek toofan bhi usi taraf badh raha hai. Manali ab insaano ka sheher nahi, rakshason ka shatranj ka board banne wala hai , aur ek anjaana toofan Ravi Mishra. Agar tumne darwaza khola, toh woh sabko cheer dega. Humein koi aisa chahiye jo deewaron ke paar se nikal jaaye."
Yeh hamare aam aadmiyon ke bas ka nahi raha."
REVENANT ek pal ke liye ruka, jaise chauthe shakhs ko bolne ka mauka de raha ho.
REVENANT: "Red Dragon... hum jaante hoon tum sun rahe ho."Itna kaafi hai tumhare liye, ya aur tafseel chahiye?"
Chand second ki khamoshi ke baad, ek awaaz sunayi diya. Awaaz itna gehra aur shaant tha jaise kisi purani gufa se aa raha ho.
RED DRAGON: "Main hamesha sunta hoon, REVENANT."
Meri pehla seekh bhool gaye? Sabr. Aur doosra....
Aur Kitne baar kehna padega... mujhe is naam se mat bulao."
REVENANT , TEMPEST AUR PHANTOM, teeno ek pal ke liye hairaan reh gaye.
TEMPTEST: (Dheere se REVENANT se)"Yeh kya naya drama hai?"
RED DRAGON: (Uska awaaz pehle se bhi zyaada thanda ho gaya) "Khamosh, Tempest. Tumhara bechaini tumhara sabse bada kamzori hai. Tum uss Dragon ka naam lete ho jiske saaye mein khade hone ki bhi hamari haisiyat nahi... aur tum hukm ka intezaar nahi kar sakte?"
REVENANT: (TESMPEST ko nazarandaaz karte hue, shaanti se par poore haq se) "Duniya tumhe isi naam se jaanta hai. Hamare liye, is mission ke liye... tum hi Red Dragon ho." Aur Hum Sab ka BOSS...
Saamne se ek thandi saans ka awaaz aaya.
RED DRAGON: "Tum log samajhte nahi ho. Main Red Dragon nahi hoon. Mera haisiyat nahi hai Dragon banne ka.
"Tumhare liye, mere liye, hum sabke liye... hum sirf parchhaiyan hain. Main uss naam ka zimmedari uthata hoon, par main woh nahi hoon. Kitni baar samjhaun? Asli Dragon aasman mein hai, aur hum zameen par rengne wale keede hain. Apni haisiyat mat bhoolo."Behtar hai ki tum uska naam kabhi na jaano."
Yeh sirf daant nahi tha, yeh ek aukaat yaad dilane wala, rooh ko kaanpa dene wala haqeeqat tha.
TEMPEST ka saansein bhi band ho gaya.
Yeh dhamki tha, ek chetavni. Par REVENANT dara nahi.
REVENANT: "Humein aasman se nahi, zameen par kaam karne wale se matlab hai. Parchhayi ho ya haqeeqat, kaam hona chahiye. Jaanvi zinda chahiye. Manali mein ek toofan se ek boond chura kar laani hai."
REVENANT :"Jaanvi hamara chaabi hai. Woh sirf Rathore ko nahi, unke poore international 'patrons' ke network ko tabaah kar sakti hai. Humein woh zinda chahiye. Par Manali mein ek khooni khel shuru hone wala hai. Mujhe wahan ek bhoot chahiye... ek aisa saaya jo toofan ke beech se ek phool utha laaye aur kisi ko khabar na ho. Mujhe... tumhara zaroorat hai."
Ek aakhri, thandi awaaz aaya, jismein ek anjaana sa ghamand tha.
RED DRAGON: "Jab saare shikaari lad kar thak jaayenge, aur sabse keemti cheez laawaris pada hoga... tab parchhaiyan apna kaam karta hain. Ab jao. Aur yaad rakho... humara wajood ek raaz hai."
"Dragon shikaar nahi karta... collection karta hai. Main aa raha hoon."
Call cut gaya, par uski dahaad teeno ke dimaag mein goonjta raha. Manali mein hone wali jung ab unke liye ek maidaan nahi, ek intezaar ka aakhri padaav tha.
TEMPEST:"Yeh aadmi... yeh parchhayi... aakhir hai kya, REVENANT?"
REVENANT: (Chehre par ek gehra muskaan ke saath)"Woh woh khauf hai,TEMPEST, jiske saaye mein hum jaise shikaari palte hain. Aur ab, Manali uske saaye ke neeche hai.
[Naye Chaal, Naya Khiladi]
Duniya ke kisi anjaan kone mein...
Hazaaron saal purani kitaabon se saji ek vishaal, shaant library ke beech, ek shakhs baitha tha. Uske saamne ek 'Go' ka board rakha tha, jispar safed aur kaale pattharon ka ek jatil jaal bicha hua tha. Usne abhi-abhi secure call khatm kiya tha.
Ek aadmi kamre mein daakhil hua, uska sir adab se jhuka hua tha.
"Manali ke liye nikalne ka waqt ho gaya hai, Sir."
Uss shakhs ne board se nazar nahi hataya. Usne dheere se ek aakhri kaala patthar uthaya aur board ke ek khaas jagah par rakh diya. Ek aisa chaal jisne ek jhatke mein saare safed pattharon ko bekaar kar diya, unhe apne kaale saaye mein qaid kar liya.
Usne dheemi, gehra awaaz mein kaha, jo uss library ki khamoshi mein goonj utha.
"Yeh khel ab khatm hua."
Woh utha aur khidki ki taraf chala, jahan se ek anjaan sheher ki roshniyan dikh raha tha.
"Manali mein... naya board bichhega. Jahaan pyade, haathi, wazir... sab honge. Par jab Dragon chal chalta hai... toh board par sirf raakh bachta hai."
Kya Hoga Aage?
Manali ki barfeeli vaadiyon mein jab ek 'Qayamat' (Ravi) ka saamna 'asli Qayamat' (Prince) se hoga, toh jeet kiska hoga... ya bachega sirf tabaahi?
Arjun ne Ravi roopi aag ko bujhaane ke liye Mumbai se jo toofan (Prince) bulaya hai, kya woh toofan uska apni hi saltanat ko nahi uda le jaayega?
Shatranj ki is baazi mein, jahan Arjun, Sia, aur Bhairava teeno ek hi mohre (Jaanvi) ke peeche hain, jeet shikaari ka hoga, khiladi ka, ya rakshak ka?
Is khooni khel mein, Yuki, jo aag ke roshni mein apna shikaar dhoondh rahi hai, kiska naqaab utarega aur kiska chita jalayega? Kya woh dost bankar dushman ka kaam karega?
Kya Sia apne Dada Sahab ka 'Wazir' bankar khel ko khatm kar payega, ya Ravi roopi toofan ko qabu karne ki koshish mein khud uss tabaahi ka hissa ban jaayegi?
Aur sabse bada sawaal... Samraat ke is vishaal shatranj ke khel ka aakhri maqsad kya hai? Aakhir kaun hai Ravi Mishra, jise 'Shehzaada' banaane ke liye poori Dilli aur Mumbai ko aag mein jhonka jaa raha hai?
Aur sabse bada, sabse gehra sawaal... Aakhir kaun hai yeh "Asli Dragon", jiske naam se hi itna khauf hai ki uski parchhayi poori duniya chalati hai?
Kahani ke is dehleez tak mere saath safar karne ke liye aap sabhi doston ka tahe dil se shukriya.
Shatranj ki bisat ab Manali ki barfeeli zameen par bichh chuki hai. Pyade, Baadshah, Wazir aur... Qayamat, sab apni jagah le chuke hain.
Agle Maha-Update mein, hum sirf kahani nahi padhenge... hum barf ko lahu se laal hote dekhenge.
Aapke intezaar aur support ke liye shukriya.Jald milenge... toofan ke uss paar.
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