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CHAPTER 18 — Aryan vs Tiger Clan (Beast Rage Unlocked)​



The Fall of the Village Gates​


Raat ka time.
Cold wind.
Mountain valley ke beech
Royal village ka outer gate toot chuka tha.

Tiger Clan ke elite fighters—
striped armor, animalistic roar,
blood-red war paint—
village me ghus chuke the.

Villagers cheekhte hue bhaag rahe the.
Children crying.
Old people hiding.
Soldiers laying wounded on ground.

Tiger Clan chief garaj ke bola:
“Aaj yeh rajya gir jayega!”

Aur ussi waqt—
hilltop se do horse shadows nazar aaye.

Guruji.
And next to him…
ARYAN.

Guruji ne whisper kiya:
“Aryan… bas tum ho.”

Aryan quietly stepped forward.


The Beast’s First Step onto Battlefield​


Tiger Clan ke warriors Aryan ko dekh kar hass diye:

“Ek ladka?
Ye humse ladne aaya hai?”

Aryan bilkul silent.
Calm.
Expressionless.

Wind his cloak ko flutter kar rahi thi.
Torches ke flame se uska shadow ground par kuch aur hi lag raha tha—
jaise koi monster approach kar raha ho.

Tiger Clan ke ek fighter ne sword uthai:
“Isse pehle hi maar daal!”

Aryan ne bas ek deep breath li…
aur us pal
Beast ne aankhein kholo.


The Switch: Human to Predator​


Red glow.

Aryan ki eyes puri tarah
RED ho gayi.

Breathing heavy.
Chest rising, falling—
controlled rage.

Veins arms me bulge ho gaye.
Instinct lightning jaisa activate.
World slow motion me chalne laga.

Guruji softly:
“Beast mode… activated.”

Tiger Clan ke warriors ki smiles gayab ho gayi.

Ek ne fear me bola:
“Iski aankhein… jaanvar ki tarah kyun dikhti hain?”


First Impact: Breaking Masks​


Five Tiger fighters ek saath Aryan par leap kiye—
wild, animal style,
teeth-baring roar ke saath.

Aryan ne move nahi kiya.
Bas head tilt kiya.
Aur ek second me—
CRACK!

Aryan ne pehle attacker ka tiger mask hi crush kar diya
ek palm strike se.
Mask ke pieces hawa me upar udate gaye.

Second attacker—
Aryan ne uska wrist pakda
aur ek twist me
dislocate kar diya.

Third attacker par
Aryan ne heel kick maara
jisse uski chest plate fold ho gayi.

Fourth aur fifth ko
Aryan ne ek hi move me
mid-air pakad kar
ground par slam kar diya.

Court me khade soldiers
ye scene dekh kar bol bhi nahi paa rahe the.


Crushing Rib Cages​


Tiger Clan ka elite brute fighter
(lion-sized, muscular)
Aryan ki taraf charge kiya
wild roar ke saath.

Usne socha Aryan ko tackle karega—
but Aryan ne uski momentum use ki.

Aryan jumped,
spun,
landed behind his back…
aur apne dono hands
fighter ki ribs par smash kiye.

THUDD — CRACKKKK!!!

Rib cage collapse ho gaya.
Fighter ki scream raat me echo hui.

Tiger Clan ke sab warriors peeche hat gaye:

“Yeh insaan nahi…”
“Yeh shaitan hai!”


A Leap of a Predator​


Tiger Clan ke 4 fighters
roof par chadh gaye
taaki Aryan ko upar se attack kare.

Aryan ne unki direction me dekha
aur ek roar kiya.

Phir—
in one monster-like leap,
Aryan 10 feet upar jump hua,
roof par land kiya
aur charon ko
rapid strikes me
niche gira diya.

PAAK—PAAK—PAAK—PAAK!!!

Soldiers below shocked:

“Human jump nahi tha.”
“Beast leap tha.”


Assassin Skills + Wild Rage: Deadly Combo​


Ab Aryan calm assassin nahi tha…
na pure wild animal.

Woh dono ka combination tha.

✅ Assassin Precision:​

daggers ki zaroorat nahi—
bare hands me hi
neck strikes,
pressure point hits,
silent takedowns.

✅ Beast Intensity:​

roars,
bone-crushing power,
inhuman speed,
animal instinct.

Tiger Clan ke warriors
ek ek karke girte gaye.

Guruji ne whisper kiya:
“Aaj duniya Beast ka asli roop dekhegi.”


The Confrontation with Tiger Clan Chief​


Tiger Clan ka Chief
massive build,
painted face,
tiger claws style gloves
lekar Aryan ke samne aaya.

Chief growled:
“Tu kya hai? Insaan?”

Aryan’s voice calm…
par deadly:

“Nahi.”

Chief:
“Phir kya?”

Aryan stepped closer,
eyes full blood-red,
veins active,
muscles tensed:

“Pahaad ka shikari.”

Chief roar karta hai—
Aryan bhi roar karta hai
Beast style,
jo pure battlefield ko shake kar deta hai.

Two predators.
One real.
One pretending.

Fight lasted less than 12 seconds.

Aryan ne Chief ka guard break kiya
aur uske chest par
beast punch maara.

Chief flew 15 feet backward,
ground par unconscious.

Tiger Clan froze.


Terror and Surrender​


Tiger Clan ke warriors
shock me dekhte rahe.

One whispered:
“Yeh humara anth hai…”

Dusra:
“Isse koi nahi hara sakta.”

Teesra:
“Yeh Beast… shaitan nahi…
hamari saza hai.”

All of them
dropped their weapons
and fell to their knees.

Tiger Clan surrendered.
Completely.
In fear.

Aryan ne ek deep breath li—
and Beast mode slowly calmed.

Eyes red se normal huye.
Breathing steady.


Villagers and Royal Family in Shock​


Jab Aryan palace ke gate ki taraf walk kar raha tha,
blood dripping from fists,
cloak torn,
jaw tight…

Villagers whispered:

“Insaan… ya shaitan?”
“Ye ek aadmi ne poora Tiger Clan gira diya…”
“Aisi power humne kabhi nahi dekhi…”

Arohi akhon mein shock.
Rajveera speechless.
Soldiers trembling.

Aur palace ke upar terrace se
Anaya silently…
deeply…
emotionally…

Aryan ko dekh rahi thi.

Uske hont se ek breath nikli:

“Beast…”

And her heartbeat
would never be the same again.
 
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Aryashadow said:

CHAPTER 18 — Aryan vs Tiger Clan (Beast Rage Unlocked)​



The Fall of the Village Gates​


Raat ka time.
Cold wind.
Mountain valley ke beech
Royal village ka outer gate toot chuka tha.

Tiger Clan ke elite fighters—
striped armor, animalistic roar,
blood-red war paint—
village me ghus chuke the.

Villagers cheekhte hue bhaag rahe the.
Children crying.
Old people hiding.
Soldiers laying wounded on ground.

Tiger Clan chief garaj ke bola:
“Aaj yeh rajya gir jayega!”

Aur ussi waqt—
hilltop se do horse shadows nazar aaye.

Guruji.
And next to him…
ARYAN.

Guruji ne whisper kiya:
“Aryan… bas tum ho.”

Aryan quietly stepped forward.


The Beast’s First Step onto Battlefield​


Tiger Clan ke warriors Aryan ko dekh kar hass diye:

“Ek ladka?
Ye humse ladne aaya hai?”

Aryan bilkul silent.
Calm.
Expressionless.

Wind his cloak ko flutter kar rahi thi.
Torches ke flame se uska shadow ground par kuch aur hi lag raha tha—
jaise koi monster approach kar raha ho.

Tiger Clan ke ek fighter ne sword uthai:
“Isse pehle hi maar daal!”

Aryan ne bas ek deep breath li…
aur us pal
Beast ne aankhein kholo.


The Switch: Human to Predator​


Red glow.

Aryan ki eyes puri tarah
RED ho gayi.

Breathing heavy.
Chest rising, falling—
controlled rage.

Veins arms me bulge ho gaye.
Instinct lightning jaisa activate.
World slow motion me chalne laga.

Guruji softly:
“Beast mode… activated.”

Tiger Clan ke warriors ki smiles gayab ho gayi.

Ek ne fear me bola:
“Iski aankhein… jaanvar ki tarah kyun dikhti hain?”


First Impact: Breaking Masks​


Five Tiger fighters ek saath Aryan par leap kiye—
wild, animal style,
teeth-baring roar ke saath.

Aryan ne move nahi kiya.
Bas head tilt kiya.
Aur ek second me—
CRACK!

Aryan ne pehle attacker ka tiger mask hi crush kar diya
ek palm strike se.
Mask ke pieces hawa me upar udate gaye.

Second attacker—
Aryan ne uska wrist pakda
aur ek twist me
dislocate kar diya.

Third attacker par
Aryan ne heel kick maara
jisse uski chest plate fold ho gayi.

Fourth aur fifth ko
Aryan ne ek hi move me
mid-air pakad kar
ground par slam kar diya.

Court me khade soldiers
ye scene dekh kar bol bhi nahi paa rahe the.


Crushing Rib Cages​


Tiger Clan ka elite brute fighter
(lion-sized, muscular)
Aryan ki taraf charge kiya
wild roar ke saath.

Usne socha Aryan ko tackle karega—
but Aryan ne uski momentum use ki.

Aryan jumped,
spun,
landed behind his back…
aur apne dono hands
fighter ki ribs par smash kiye.

THUDD — CRACKKKK!!!

Rib cage collapse ho gaya.
Fighter ki scream raat me echo hui.

Tiger Clan ke sab warriors peeche hat gaye:

“Yeh insaan nahi…”
“Yeh shaitan hai!”


A Leap of a Predator​


Tiger Clan ke 4 fighters
roof par chadh gaye
taaki Aryan ko upar se attack kare.

Aryan ne unki direction me dekha
aur ek roar kiya.

Phir—
in one monster-like leap,
Aryan 10 feet upar jump hua,
roof par land kiya
aur charon ko
rapid strikes me
niche gira diya.

PAAK—PAAK—PAAK—PAAK!!!

Soldiers below shocked:

“Human jump nahi tha.”
“Beast leap tha.”


Assassin Skills + Wild Rage: Deadly Combo​


Ab Aryan calm assassin nahi tha…
na pure wild animal.

Woh dono ka combination tha.

✅ Assassin Precision:​

daggers ki zaroorat nahi—
bare hands me hi
neck strikes,
pressure point hits,
silent takedowns.

✅ Beast Intensity:​

roars,
bone-crushing power,
inhuman speed,
animal instinct.

Tiger Clan ke warriors
ek ek karke girte gaye.

Guruji ne whisper kiya:
“Aaj duniya Beast ka asli roop dekhegi.”


The Confrontation with Tiger Clan Chief​


Tiger Clan ka Chief
massive build,
painted face,
tiger claws style gloves
lekar Aryan ke samne aaya.

Chief growled:
“Tu kya hai? Insaan?”

Aryan’s voice calm…
par deadly:

“Nahi.”

Chief:
“Phir kya?”

Aryan stepped closer,
eyes full blood-red,
veins active,
muscles tensed:

“Pahaad ka shikari.”

Chief roar karta hai—
Aryan bhi roar karta hai
Beast style,
jo pure battlefield ko shake kar deta hai.

Two predators.
One real.
One pretending.

Fight lasted less than 12 seconds.

Aryan ne Chief ka guard break kiya
aur uske chest par
beast punch maara.

Chief flew 15 feet backward,
ground par unconscious.

Tiger Clan froze.


Terror and Surrender​


Tiger Clan ke warriors
shock me dekhte rahe.

One whispered:
“Yeh humara anth hai…”

Dusra:
“Isse koi nahi hara sakta.”

Teesra:
“Yeh Beast… shaitan nahi…
hamari saza hai.”

All of them
dropped their weapons
and fell to their knees.

Tiger Clan surrendered.
Completely.
In fear.

Aryan ne ek deep breath li—
and Beast mode slowly calmed.

Eyes red se normal huye.
Breathing steady.


Villagers and Royal Family in Shock​


Jab Aryan palace ke gate ki taraf walk kar raha tha,
blood dripping from fists,
cloak torn,
jaw tight…

Villagers whispered:

“Insaan… ya shaitan?”
“Ye ek aadmi ne poora Tiger Clan gira diya…”
“Aisi power humne kabhi nahi dekhi…”

Arohi akhon mein shock.
Rajveera speechless.
Soldiers trembling.

Aur palace ke upar terrace se
Anaya silently…
deeply…
emotionally…

Aryan ko dekh rahi thi.

Uske hont se ek breath nikli:

“Beast…”

And her heartbeat
would never be the same again.
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Nice update
Aryashadow said:

CHAPTER 18 — Aryan vs Tiger Clan (Beast Rage Unlocked)​



The Fall of the Village Gates​


Raat ka time.
Cold wind.
Mountain valley ke beech
Royal village ka outer gate toot chuka tha.

Tiger Clan ke elite fighters—
striped armor, animalistic roar,
blood-red war paint—
village me ghus chuke the.

Villagers cheekhte hue bhaag rahe the.
Children crying.
Old people hiding.
Soldiers laying wounded on ground.

Tiger Clan chief garaj ke bola:
“Aaj yeh rajya gir jayega!”

Aur ussi waqt—
hilltop se do horse shadows nazar aaye.

Guruji.
And next to him…
ARYAN.

Guruji ne whisper kiya:
“Aryan… bas tum ho.”

Aryan quietly stepped forward.


The Beast’s First Step onto Battlefield​


Tiger Clan ke warriors Aryan ko dekh kar hass diye:

“Ek ladka?
Ye humse ladne aaya hai?”

Aryan bilkul silent.
Calm.
Expressionless.

Wind his cloak ko flutter kar rahi thi.
Torches ke flame se uska shadow ground par kuch aur hi lag raha tha—
jaise koi monster approach kar raha ho.

Tiger Clan ke ek fighter ne sword uthai:
“Isse pehle hi maar daal!”

Aryan ne bas ek deep breath li…
aur us pal
Beast ne aankhein kholo.


The Switch: Human to Predator​


Red glow.

Aryan ki eyes puri tarah
RED ho gayi.

Breathing heavy.
Chest rising, falling—
controlled rage.

Veins arms me bulge ho gaye.
Instinct lightning jaisa activate.
World slow motion me chalne laga.

Guruji softly:
“Beast mode… activated.”

Tiger Clan ke warriors ki smiles gayab ho gayi.

Ek ne fear me bola:
“Iski aankhein… jaanvar ki tarah kyun dikhti hain?”


First Impact: Breaking Masks​


Five Tiger fighters ek saath Aryan par leap kiye—
wild, animal style,
teeth-baring roar ke saath.

Aryan ne move nahi kiya.
Bas head tilt kiya.
Aur ek second me—
CRACK!

Aryan ne pehle attacker ka tiger mask hi crush kar diya
ek palm strike se.
Mask ke pieces hawa me upar udate gaye.

Second attacker—
Aryan ne uska wrist pakda
aur ek twist me
dislocate kar diya.

Third attacker par
Aryan ne heel kick maara
jisse uski chest plate fold ho gayi.

Fourth aur fifth ko
Aryan ne ek hi move me
mid-air pakad kar
ground par slam kar diya.

Court me khade soldiers
ye scene dekh kar bol bhi nahi paa rahe the.


Crushing Rib Cages​


Tiger Clan ka elite brute fighter
(lion-sized, muscular)
Aryan ki taraf charge kiya
wild roar ke saath.

Usne socha Aryan ko tackle karega—
but Aryan ne uski momentum use ki.

Aryan jumped,
spun,
landed behind his back…
aur apne dono hands
fighter ki ribs par smash kiye.

THUDD — CRACKKKK!!!

Rib cage collapse ho gaya.
Fighter ki scream raat me echo hui.

Tiger Clan ke sab warriors peeche hat gaye:

“Yeh insaan nahi…”
“Yeh shaitan hai!”


A Leap of a Predator​


Tiger Clan ke 4 fighters
roof par chadh gaye
taaki Aryan ko upar se attack kare.

Aryan ne unki direction me dekha
aur ek roar kiya.

Phir—
in one monster-like leap,
Aryan 10 feet upar jump hua,
roof par land kiya
aur charon ko
rapid strikes me
niche gira diya.

PAAK—PAAK—PAAK—PAAK!!!

Soldiers below shocked:

“Human jump nahi tha.”
“Beast leap tha.”


Assassin Skills + Wild Rage: Deadly Combo​


Ab Aryan calm assassin nahi tha…
na pure wild animal.

Woh dono ka combination tha.

✅ Assassin Precision:​

daggers ki zaroorat nahi—
bare hands me hi
neck strikes,
pressure point hits,
silent takedowns.

✅ Beast Intensity:​

roars,
bone-crushing power,
inhuman speed,
animal instinct.

Tiger Clan ke warriors
ek ek karke girte gaye.

Guruji ne whisper kiya:
“Aaj duniya Beast ka asli roop dekhegi.”


The Confrontation with Tiger Clan Chief​


Tiger Clan ka Chief
massive build,
painted face,
tiger claws style gloves
lekar Aryan ke samne aaya.

Chief growled:
“Tu kya hai? Insaan?”

Aryan’s voice calm…
par deadly:

“Nahi.”

Chief:
“Phir kya?”

Aryan stepped closer,
eyes full blood-red,
veins active,
muscles tensed:

“Pahaad ka shikari.”

Chief roar karta hai—
Aryan bhi roar karta hai
Beast style,
jo pure battlefield ko shake kar deta hai.

Two predators.
One real.
One pretending.

Fight lasted less than 12 seconds.

Aryan ne Chief ka guard break kiya
aur uske chest par
beast punch maara.

Chief flew 15 feet backward,
ground par unconscious.

Tiger Clan froze.


Terror and Surrender​


Tiger Clan ke warriors
shock me dekhte rahe.

One whispered:
“Yeh humara anth hai…”

Dusra:
“Isse koi nahi hara sakta.”

Teesra:
“Yeh Beast… shaitan nahi…
hamari saza hai.”

All of them
dropped their weapons
and fell to their knees.

Tiger Clan surrendered.
Completely.
In fear.

Aryan ne ek deep breath li—
and Beast mode slowly calmed.

Eyes red se normal huye.
Breathing steady.


Villagers and Royal Family in Shock​


Jab Aryan palace ke gate ki taraf walk kar raha tha,
blood dripping from fists,
cloak torn,
jaw tight…

Villagers whispered:

“Insaan… ya shaitan?”
“Ye ek aadmi ne poora Tiger Clan gira diya…”
“Aisi power humne kabhi nahi dekhi…”

Arohi akhon mein shock.
Rajveera speechless.
Soldiers trembling.

Aur palace ke upar terrace se
Anaya silently…
deeply…
emotionally…

Aryan ko dekh rahi thi.

Uske hont se ek breath nikli:

“Beast…”

And her heartbeat
would never be the same again.
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CHAPTER 2 — Entry of Maha Guru​



The Night of Blood and Snow​


Pahadon mein raat jaldi utar aati hai.
Snowfall halki-ho-tez hoti reh rahi thi, aur Aryan ek bade pathar ke sahare baitha tha.

Uske haath se khoon tap-tap gir raha tha,
hawa uske kapdon ko phaad rahi thi,
par Aryan ki aankhon mein wohi purani adaat—
dard ko ignore karke zinda rehna.

Uski latest fight ne uska pura sharir thaka diya tha.
Jackals ke seniors aur unka leader—
aaj sab Aryan ke haath thhe.
Wo zinda the, par unka ego mar chuka tha.

Aryan ki body par bruises, cuts, aur deep scratches ki line bani hui thi.
Par expression wahi—
cold, stone, emotionless.

Us time koi bhi insaan hota toh help ke liye cheekhta…
par Aryan help ka matlab hi bhool chuka tha.

Aaj bhi wo akela tha.
Aaj bhi duniya usse ignore kar rahi thi.

Lekin…
iss raat ek insaan tha
jise uska dard dikha.
Aur usne ignore nahi kiya.


The Arrival of the Stranger​


Pahadi raaste par ek lambi chaadar pehne ek aadmi chal raha tha.
Uska kadam halki snow ko press karta ja raha tha,
uske haath mein ek lantern tha,
aur uske chehre par shanti aur power ka ajeeb mixture.

Gaon wale use “Maha Guru” kehte the.
Martial arts teacher, spiritual master,
par sabse zyada—
ek aisa insaan jise dekh kar badtameez log bhi theek ho jaate the.

Wo nature ki aadat thi —
shaant, par powerful.
Jise dekh kar lagta tha ki pahad bhi uska samman karte hain.

Jab wo Aryan ke paas se guzra,
usne ek second ke liye apna lantern utha kar ladke ko dekha.

Aur us nazar ne sab kuch badal diya.


The Moment Maha Guru Saw the Beast​


Aryan ki aankhon mein sada hua gussa,
andar ka wildfire,
aur ek wild janwar jaisa instinct tha.

But Maha Guru ne kuch aur dekha—
potential.
Raw power.
Survival instinct ka rare form.
Aisi fire jo fighters ke andar hoti hai…
par natural form mein bohot kam logon mein milti hai.

Wo dheere se Aryan ke saamne jhuk kar baitha.
Aankhon mein mild concern,
par voice firm:

“Ladka… uth sakta hai?”

Aryan ne jawab nahi diya.
Bus uski aankhen red snow ke reflection mein jalti hui dikhi.

Maha Guru ne uska haath pakad kar dekhna chaha,
par Aryan instantly react kar gaya—
jungle ke beast ki tarah.

Usne wrist pakad kar twist karne ki koshish ki.
Par Maha Guru…
ek simple move se
Aryan ka wrist free kar deta hai.

Aryan shock.
Aaj tak kisi ne uska grip break nahi kiya tha.

Maha Guru ne sirf ek line boli:

“Tum ladte ho jaise zinda rehna tumhara haq ho.”

Wo line Aryan ke dimaag mein ghuss gayi.


First Time Someone Didn’t Fear Aryan​


Gaon wale Aryan se darte the.
Kids usse dekhkar bhagte the.
Even criminals uska naam sun kar darr jaate the.

Par ye aadmi…
isse koi fark nahi pad raha tha.
Na uske wounds,
na uske baal,
na uski aankhon ke andar ka madness.

Maha Guru ne apni chaadar uthai
aur Aryan ke shoulders par daal di.

Snowfall Aryan ke chehre par gir rahi thi,
par chaadar ke andar ek ajeeb warmth thi.

12 saal ka Aryan pehli baar confuse ho gaya.
Koi pehli baar usse chhua…
wo bhi bina darr ke.

Maha Guru ne kaha:
“Chalo. Tumhe yaha marne ke liye nahi chhoda gaya.”

Aryan ne pehli baar kisi ke saath chalna shuru kiya.


Journey to the Ashram​


Pahadi raat lambii thi.
Thand itni ki saans bhi dhund ban kar hawa mein tarr rahi thi.

Par Maha Guru ke kadam stable the.
Woh Aryan ka pace match karta hua chal raha tha.

Aryan har dusre second peeche mud kar dekhta…
jaise koi trap ho,
jaise koi chalaki ho,
jaise koi dhokha ho.

Par Maha Guru bus ek hi pace me chalta jaa raha tha.
No fear.
No judgment.
No questions.

Aryan ne dheeme se pucha:
“Mujhe kyun le jaa rahe ho?”

Maha Guru muskuraya nahi,
bas seedha bola:

“Kyuki tum jaisa ladka ya toh dushman banta hai…
ya phir ek legend.”

Aryan chup ho gaya.
Usko samaj nahi aaya.
Usko kabhi koi compliment nahi mila tha.
Kabhi koi umeed nahi mili thi.

Aaj ek aadmi uske future ki baat kar raha tha.


The Ashram on the Cliff​


Ek ghante chalne ke baad,
ek purana par bohot bada Ashram dikhai diya.
Cliff ke top par.
Fog ke beech.
Torch-lights burning bright.

Yaha fighters rehte the.
Yaha discipline tha.
Yaha rules the.

Aur Aryan jaisa ladka…
rules todne ke liye born hua tha.

Ashram ke gate par students shocked:

“Guruji! Yeh kaun…?”
“Yeh toh jungle ka woh… beast!”
“Isko yaha kyun laaya gaya?”

Maha Guru ne ek look diya
aur sab chup.

“Ye ladka ab Ashram ka hissa hai.”
“Iss gusse ko shape dena hai.”
“Iss beast ko warrior banana hai.”

Students stunned.
Aryan speechless.

Aaj pehli baar kisi ne usse ek chance diya tha.

​

First Night in Ashram​


Aryan ko ek chhoti room di gayi.
Bed soft.
Blanket thick.
Warm fire burning.

Wo awkward feel kar raha tha.
Zindagi me kabhi bed nahi dekha tha.
Garam room?
Impossible.

Usne blanket ko smell kiya…
fresh.
Safe.
Clean.

Aur phir…
saalon baad…
Aryan ki aankhon se ek silent tear nikal gaya.
Ek hi tear.
Usse khud bhi feel nahi hua.

Maha Guru door se dekh raha tha.
Usne slowly kaha:

“Aaj se tumhe koi ignore nahi karega, Aryan.”
“Aaj se tum akela nahi ho.”

Aryan ne koi reply nahi diya,
par andar kuch toot kar jud gaya tha.


The First Person Aryan Ever Obeyed​


Raat ke end me Maha Guru ne ek sentence bola jo Aryan ki zindagi badal gaya:

“Main tumhe fighter nahi banaunga, Aryan…
tum already ho.”

“Main tumhe control sikhaunga.”

Aryan ne us aadmi ko dhyaan se dekha.
Wo strength ka symbol lag raha tha.
Wo fear-less lag raha tha.
Wo sach bol raha tha.

Aur pehli baar Aryan ne kisi ko
sirf ek action se accept kiya—
usne sir jhuka diya.

Aaj se Aryan kisi ko maanta tha.
Aaj se Aryan ka ek Guru tha.

Aaj se — Maha Guru became the only person the Beast obeyed.
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CHAPTER 4 — First Test of Beast​



Senior Students Ki Jalan​


Ashram me Aryan ka naam ab sabko pata chal chuka tha.
Ek ladka jo rules follow nahi karta,
phir bhi har activity me top.

Ye baat senior students ko hazam nahi hoti thi.
Unko lagta tha Aryan unki respect ko insult kar raha hai.
Ashram ki hierarchy tod raha hai.
Aur sabse badi baat—
wo fearlessly unka saamna karta hai.

Senior group me teen log leading the:

  • Raghav — strongest senior, bohot ego

  • Veer — fast, sharp-tongue

  • Kallan — silent, dangerous eyes
Ye teeno decide karte hain:
“Beast ko tame karo. Nahi toh ye hum sabse upar chadh jayega.”


Trap on the Training Ground​


Dopahar ka time tha.
Sab practice kar rahe the.
Aryan ek corner me raw punching drills kar raha tha —
har punch gravel udda deta.

Suddenly Raghav loud voice me bola:
“Aye junglee! Hum seniors se pehle practice nahi hoti!”

Sab students turn kar gaye.
Ye open challenge tha.
Ek senior vs a 12-year-old new boy.

Aryan thoda sa head tilt karke bola:
“Main jungle se hoon…
tum logistics se?”

Senior students insult feel kar gaye.
Crowd silent ho gaya.

Raghav ne gesture kiya—
Veer aur Kallan Aryan ko surround kare.


The Bullying Begins​


Veer ne Aryan ko push kiya:
“Respect seekh. Yaha hum rule karte hain.”

Aryan ne haath neeche dekhkar calm tone me bola:
“Maine jungle me sirf ek rule sikha hai…
jo mujhe dhakka dega… woh zameen pe hi milega.”

Veer hassa.
Kallan ne mock kiya.
Raghav ne shoulder par thappad maara.
Yeh bully routine tha—
taunt, insult, dominance.

Aryan silent khada raha.
But his breathing changed.
Eyes darker.
Jaw locked.
Shoulders tight.
Beast awakening.


First Strike: Unko Laga Easy Hoga​


Raghav punch throw karta hai.
Tez.
Raw.
Powerful.

Aryan still.
Punch cheek ke paas se breeze ki tarah guzar jata.

Crowd gasp.
“Ye bachcha move kaise predict kar gaya?”

Veer side se kick maarne jaata—
Aryan ne wrist pakad kar uska body weight flip kiya.
Veer straight mud par girta—
5 feet door.

Kallan attack karne aaya.
Aryan ne uski collar pakad kar
knee strike directly uske stomach me.
Kallan fold ho gaya jaise hawa nikal gayi ho.

Crowd shock.
3 seniors vs 1 kid…
aur kid dominate kar raha tha.


Brutal Beast Mode​


Ab Raghav serious ho gaya.
He attacked with full force…
Punches, kicks, speed—
sari training ekdum unleashed.

Aryan retreat nahi kar raha tha.
Wo advance kar raha tha—
jaise prey nahi, predator ho.

Ek moment me Aryan ne Raghav ka wrist rotate kar ke lock kiya…
aur phir elbow strike exactly uske ribs pe.

Crack.
Raghav gir gaya.
Pain me.
Shock me.
Ego broken.

Students stunned.
No one had ever defeated Raghav.
And this 12-year-old…
did it in seconds.


Fear and Respect Together​


Veer aur Kallan door khade the, dare hue.

Aryan unke paas slowly chala.
Ek beast ki tarah.
Steps heavy.
Eye contact sharp.

He didn’t hit them.
He didn’t scream.
He just whispered:
“Aage se mujhse panga nahi.
Jungle ka beast tame nahi hota.”

Ye line unke dimaag me ghuss gayi.
Fear permanent ho gaya.
Respect forced ho gaya.

Ashram me rumor spread ho gaya:
“Beast seniors ko bhi hara sakta hai.”


Maha Guru’s Observation​


Maha Guru poora fight dekh rahe the.
Door se.
Silent.
Judging.
Understanding.

Wo Aryan ke paas aake bole:
“Tumne unnecessary violence kiya?”

Aryan:
“Nahi. Unhone shuru kiya tha. Main bas band kiya.”

Maha Guru ne ek deep breath li.
Aur fir unsaid smile ke sath bola:
“Tum ladne ke liye born ho…
par control ke liye train kiye jaoge.”

Teachers confused the.
Students scared the.
Par Maha Guru ne ek baat confirm kar li:

✅ This child is not ordinary.
✅ This child is meant for something much bigger.
✅ This boy… will one day shake the world.


The First Recognition​


Ashram ki raat shaant thi.
Cold wind the.
Stars bright.

Aryan training ground par akela baitha tha.
Hands bruised.
Mind calm.

Maha Guru uske paas aakar quietly bole:
“Aryan… tum test pass kar gaye.”

Aryan confused:
“Test?”

Maha Guru:
“Beast ho tum.
Par ek intelligent beast.
Isi wajah se tum… mere sabse special student banne jaa rahe ho.”

Aryan ne pehli baar feel kiya—
ki wo sirf ek janwar nahi…
ek potential warrior hai.

Aur Chapter 4 ka end ek simple line se hota hai:

Aryan ne pehli baar zindagi me kisi ki baat bina ladaai ke accept ki…
aur wo tha Maha Guru.
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CHAPTER 3 — Ashram ka Different Baccha​



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Ashram ki Subah, Aur Aryan ka Andhera​


Ashram ki subah hamesha ek hi tarah hoti thi—
sunrise ke sath sab students line mein khade,
breathing practice, meditation, silence.

Pahadon ki thand hawa ko sharp banati thi,
par ashram ki discipline sabko warm rakhti thi.

Lekin Aryan…
wo baaki sab jaisa nahi tha.

Jab students shanti se meditate karte,
Aryan aankhen bandh nahi kar paata.
Aankhen bandh hote hi uske andar ka beast jag jaata—
bloody memories, jungle, gangs, survival…
wo stillness tolerate nahi kar sakta tha.

Wo meditation mein baithta hi nahi.
Side per khada rahta,
andar aag jaisi energy burn karti rehti.

Aur Master ya seniors agar bolte,
Aryan ka jawab simple hota:
“Main shant rehne nahi aaya. Ladne aaya hoon.”


Martial Arts Training Begins​


Training ground bada tha—
pahadi patharon se bana hua,
shields, wooden swords, dummy logs,
aur ek bada courtyard jahan daily practice hoti thi.

Sab students uniform pehente the.
Aryan nahi.
Uske kapde purane, torn, rugged.
But uski eyes… razor sharp.

Master ne un sabko basic drills karne ko bola.
Stances, punches, balance, form.

Students perfect karne me time lagate.
Aryan perfect nahi karta…
wo bas karta—
aur itna powerful karta ki dummies hil jaati.

Ek strike me jo dum lagana chahiye,
Aryan har strike me wohi intensity daalta tha.

Teachers shocked.
Students scared.

Uska technique wrong thi,
par uska raw power— terrifying.


Rules? Aryan Ko Farak Nahi Padta​


Ashram me ek rule tha:
“No unnecessary fights.”
Lekin Aryan ke liye rule ka matlab hi alag tha.

Ek senior student ne Aryan ko push kiya—
sirf test karne ke liye.
Aryan ne bina soche uske ribs pe kick maara.
Senior hawa me jaa kar 5 feet door gira.

Sab silence.
Seniors shocked.
Teachers stunned.

Ek aur rule:
“Meals respect ke saath lo, line me lo.”

Aryan hungry hota toh line ka kya logic—
seedha jaake khana uthaa leta.
Agar koi roke, wo bas ghoor kar bolta:

“Main line me tab khada hota hoon
jab survival me line hoti ho.”

Students complain karte,
par koi Aryan ko haath lagane ki himmat nahi karta.


Teachers Ki Confusion: Talent Ya Curse?​


Teachers meeting room me discuss karte:

  • “Iss bachche ke andar fire hai.”

  • “Par ye dangerous hai.”

  • “Shaayad yeh ashram ke liye risk ho.”

  • “Ya phir yeh ashram ka sabse bada warrior ban sakta hai.”
Ek teacher ne kaha:
“Iske punches me technique nahi, par power hai.
Iski moves wild hain, par instincts perfect.”

Dusre ne kaha:
“Isko control ki zarurat hai.
Agar control na diya gaya…
ye monster ban jayega.”

Maha Guru sirf ek line bolte:
“Talent aur curse dono ka farak teacher nahi,
student ki zindagi karti hai…
Aur Aryan ki zindagi ek jungle thi.”

Aryan’s Strange Learning Style​


Ashram me sab cheezein step-by-step sikhayi jaati thi.
Basics → Advanced → Combat → Strategy.

Lekin Aryan ka learning style… bizarre tha.
Agar koi move 10 steps ka hota,
Aryan seedha step 10 try karta.
Gir jaata.
Phir fir try karta.
Phir girta.
Phir perfect kar deta.

Teachers shocked:
“Koi bachcha bina basics ke flip kaise maar sakta hai?”
“Isne ye potential kahan se seekha?”
“Ye nature ka form hai ya curse?”

Aryan bas respond karta:
“Main bas ladta hoon.
Moves mujhe khud bata deti hain kahan landing hoti hai.”

That was scary.
Instinct > Training.
Raw > Refined.
Wild > Disciplined.


Students Ka Fear​


Slowly-slowly, Aryan ashram ka “different baccha” se
“dangerous baccha” banne laga.

Kids uske paas se chalne se darte.
Jo usse dekhte, side ho jaate.
Practice ke dauran koi pair touch ho jaye toh
wo turant sorry bolte.

Aryan ko ye sab ajeeb lagta.
Wo kehta:
“Main tumhe nahi kaatunga.”

Par log uski aankhon me woh red sparks,
woh lodged anger,
woh survival instinct dekh lete the…
Aur unhe lagta ke Aryan kaat bhi sakta hai.

Aryan ka presence hi intimidating tha.
Jab wo courtyard me aata,
sab silent ho jaate.

Wo bolta kam tha,
lekin jab bolta tha—
pure ashram me hawa ruk jaati thi.


Maha Guru Ki Nazar Aryan Par​


Sab confuse the,
par Maha Guru nahi.

Wo door se Aryan ko observe karte:

  • How he moves

  • How he reacts

  • How he observes his surroundings

  • How he breathes after fights

  • How he hides emotions under rage
Maha Guru ko ek hi cheez samajh aa rahi thi:
“Ye ladka broken nahi hai…
ye ladka forged hai.”

Isliye wo sab teachers ko sirf ek baat bolte:
“Aryan ko rules mat sikhao…
usko reason sikhao.”

Maha Guru Aryan ko sirf training nahi dene wale the—
wo usko tame karne wale the.

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Aryan, The Different Flame​


Ashram me sab flames same color ki lagti thi…
discipline ki flame, control ki flame,
learning ki flame.

Par Aryan ek alag flame tha—
wild, untamed, bright red.

Teachers kehte—
“Ye talent hai.”
Others kehte—
“Nahi, issme shraap hai.”

Par Maha Guru kehte:
“Ye flame kisi ko jala bhi sakti hai,
aur kisi ka raasta bhi roshan kar sakti hai.”

Ashram ne pehli baar ek ladka dekha jo…
rules break karta tha,
par results best deta tha,
discipline ki parwah nahi karta,
par fight me sabko peeche chhod deta.

Wo alag tha.
Dangerous, but brilliant.

Woh Aryan tha—
Ashram ka Different Baccha.
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CHAPTER 5 — Awakening of the Killer Instinct​


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The Secret That Changes Aryan’s Fate​


Ashram me sab kuch discipline-driven tha,
par ek raat Maha Guru ne Aryan ko akela bulaya.

Candlelight slow burn ho rahi thi,
Maha Guru ka face shadows me half-hide tha.

Unhone Aryan se poocha:
“Dard se darte ho?”

Aryan ne sidha jawab diya:
“Dard?
Dard toh zinda hone ki yaad dilata hai.”

Maha Guru ki aankhon me ek proud spark aaya.
Wo bolte hain:
“Phir tum ready ho.”

Aryan confuse:
“Kiske liye?”

Maha Guru:
“Ek jagah… jahan rules nahi…
sirf survival hota hai.”

Aryan ka dil pehli baar excited beat hua.
Woh place?
Underground Tournament.


Down the Forbidden Trail​


Raat ka time.
Fog thick.
Moonlight broken.

Maha Guru Aryan ko ek hidden pahadi trail par le ja rahe the.
Ashram students ko iss path ke baare me pata bhi nahi tha.

Path dangerous tha—
narrow cliff, slippery stone,
aur neeche death valley.

Aryan speechless tha.
Ye place alag lag raha tha.
Ajeeb.
Dark.
Heavy.

Jab wo valley ke end me pohonche,
waha ek giant wooden gate tha—
ancient, carved with symbols of violence.

Gate ke peeche echo aa raha tha:
Roars.
Cheers.
Screams.

Aryan ne feel kiya…
yehi woh duniya thi jahan uska asli roop jagne wala tha.


The Underground Arena​


Gate khulta hai.
Heat, sweat, blood smell—
sab ek saath Aryan ko hit karta hai.

Down in the middle was a dirt arena.
Log crowd me baithe beer, torches, horns ke saath.
Faces tattooed, scars visible.

Yaha koi respect nahi.
Koi rules nahi.
Koi mercy nahi.

Ye jagah sirf ek hi cheez maanta tha:
strength.

Announcer ne shout kiya:
“Aaj ek naya fighter aa raha hai…
Mountain Ashram ka baccha…
AUR SUNA HAI YE JANWAR HAI!”

Crowd:
“BOOOO!”
“YE MAR JAYEGA!”
“CHILD FIGHTER? DEAD MEAT!”

Aryan emotionless.
Uska heart calm—
kyunki yahi woh battlefield tha jiski wo talaash me tha.


First Opponent: The Mountain Butcher​


Arena ka gate khulta.
Ek huge monster-sized aadmi enter hota:
6’5 height,
bulk body,
scars everywhere.

Naam—
Gorakh.
The Mountain Butcher.

Wo Aryan ko dekh kar hassa:
“Yeh kya hai?
Baccha bheja hai?”

Crowd roar kar raha tha.
But Aryan ka attention sirf opponent par.
Uska breathing steady.
Posture sharp.
Eyes glowing.

Maha Guru side se whisper karte:
“Remember… jungle ke rules.”

Aryan whisper back:
“Survive.”


Fight Begins (And Nobody Expected This)​


Bell nahi thi.
Signal nahi tha.
Bas Gorakh ne pehli dhamakedaar punch Aryan ki taraf feka.

Punch ki force se hawa cut gayi.
Agar lag jata, Aryan mar jaata.

Lekin Aryan slip out kar gaya—
smooth, fast, instinctive.

Gorakh confused.
Crowd shocked.

Aryan counter karta hai—
ek low kick
straight on Gorakh’s knee.

CRACK!
Sound pure arena me echo hui.

Gorakh girta nahi,
par wobble ho jata.

Aryan us moment ko waste nahi karta.
Straight dash.
Elbow strike.
Jaw hit.
Blood spray.

Crowd silent…
for the first time.


Beast Mode ON​


Gorakh rage me aata hai.
He charges like a bull.

Aryan piche nahi hat ta.
Wo forward jaata hai—
unexpected.

Clash.
Dust everywhere.

Aur dust settle hoti hai…
Gorakh zameen par.
Aryan uske chest pe baitha hua,
fists raining down—
THUD
THUD
THUD

Gorakh ke senses fade ho gaye.
Face swollen.
Arena red.

Referee nahi.
Rules nahi.
Aryan rukta nahi…
until Maha Guru ne shout kiya:
“ARYAN! BAS!”

Aryan rukta hai.
Slowly uthta hai.
Breathing heavy.
Eyes wild.
Beast awakened.


The Victory Nobody Imagined​


Crowd pure shock me tha.
Ek 12-year-old boy ne
arena ke sabse dangerous fighter ko
destroy kar diya.

Silence.
Dead silence.

Phir ek awaaz:
“BEAST!”

Doosri awaaz:
“BEAST! BEAST!”

Teesri awaaz:
Pura arena chanting:
“BEAST! BEAST! BEAST!”

Aryan ne pehli baar feel kiya—
ye crowd use monster nahi bol raha,
woh uska naam cheer kar raha hai.

Rage inside him…
calmed for a moment.
Is baar rage dushmani nahi,
power ban gaya tha.


Maha Guru’s Realisation​


Tournament ke baad Aryan silent stand kar raha tha.
Hands bloody.
Eyes dark.

Maha Guru uske paas aate hain
aur deep voice me kehte:
“Aaj tumne prove kar diya.”

Aryan:
“Kya?”

Maha Guru:
“Tum sirf ladne ke liye paida nahi hue…
tum jeetne ke liye ho.”

“Tumhaare andar killer instinct hai—
par tum use control karna seekhoge.”

Aryan ne slow nod kiya.
Usne kabhi kisi ki baat nahi maani…
par Maha Guru ke words uske andar seedhe bas gaye.

That night Aryan realised—
Becoming a beast was destiny…
Becoming unstoppable was choice.
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