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CHAPTER 5 — Awakening of the Killer Instinct
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.
CHAPTER 6 — Ashram ka Fearless Champion
Ashram ka Pehla Tournament
Ashram ke training ground me aaj hawa alag thi.
Torches jal rahi thi, students lined up the,
aur center me ek bada mud arena bana hua tha—
Ashram ka internal tournament.
Ye tournament har 6 mahine me hota tha.
Yaha rank decide hoti thi.
Seniors, intermediates, beginners—
everyone fights.
Aryan first time participate kar raha tha.
Age: sirf 12.
Experience: pure jungle.
Attitude: fearless.
Log whisper kar rahe the:
“Ye ladka handle nahi karega.”
“Isko rules bhi nahi pata.”
“Koi isko rokega?”
Aryan ne kuch nahi suna.
Bas ground ko dekhta raha—
jaise ye hi uska ghar ho.
Uska battlefield.
First Fight: Unexpected Domination
Pehla opponent:
14-year-old, 2 saal se Ashram me,
perfect stance, perfect discipline.
Signal milte hi opponent fast speed me aaya.
Aryan bilkul still.
Ek predator ki tarah wait karta hua.
Opponent ne high kick maara—
Aryan ne pakad kar
uska foot rotate kiya
aur usse zameen par slam kar diya.
Students shock.
“Kya?? Ye technique seekha kisne?”
Answer simple tha:
Nature.
Instinct.
Survival.
Aryan ne downed opponent ko dekha
aur calmly bola:
“Next.”
Round After Round, Beast Advances
Doosra fight.
Teesra fight.
Chautha fight.
Jitna zyada Aryan ladta,
utna hi wild ho jata.
Opponent discipline use karte,
Aryan unpredictability.
Opponents speed use karte,
Aryan instinct.
Opponents muscle use karte,
Aryan rage.
Ek round me opponent ne wooden staff use kiya—
Aryan ne staff cheen kar do pieces me tod diya.
Dusra round me dual swords wala opponent tha—
Aryan ne blade ke flat side ko pakad kar
opponent ko wrist lock me daal diya.
Crowd whisper:
“Ye bachcha koi aur hi level ka hai…”
“Beast naam sahi pada hai isko.”
The Half-Final: The Fearless Beast
Semi-final opponent tha:
Ashram ka fastest fighter—
Rahul.
Lightning speed.
Moves unpredictable.
Footwork deadly.
But Aryan apni aankhon se
uski breathing rhythm read kar raha tha.
Wo pattern dekh raha tha
jo kisi ko bhi nazar nahi aata.
Jab Rahul blitz speed me Aryan par charge kiya—
Aryan ne single palm strike
uski chest par maara.
Strike itni precise thi
ki Rahul hawa me 3 feet peeche gira.
Crowd silent.
Bas ek faint whisper:
“…ye insaan kaise hai?”
The Final Battle
Final opponent —
Sagar.
18-year-old.
Ashram ka former champion.
Power + discipline + years of training.
Aryan sirf 12.
But fearless.
Sagar ne respect ke saath stance liya.
Aryan ne simple stance liya—
jungle style.
No form, no posture—
just pure readiness.
Fight start hote hi Sagar full power punches deta hai—
Aryan dodge karta, counter karta,
low kick, elbow, jaw strike, shoulder slam.
Sagar strong tha,
par Aryan was brutal.
Relentless.
Animal-like.
Final moment—
Aryan ne flip takedown me Sagar ko pin kiya
aur ground me push karte hue kaha:
“Strength se nahi…
survival se fight hoti hai.”
Audience erupt.
Aryan wins.
Champion Without a Crown
Ashram ke rules ke hisaab se
champion ko headband milta hai.
Sab soch rahe the Aryan headband lenge.
He didn’t.
Aryan ne headband dekha,
phir Maha Guru ki taraf dekha,
aur calmly bola:
“Mujhe reward nahi chahiye.
Mujhe sirf next fight chahiye.”
Teachers shocked.
Students stunned.
Maha Guru… smiled.
Woh smile rare hoti thi.
Sirf unke eyes me soft glow tha.
“Ye ladka crown nahi chahta…
ye battlefield chahta hai.”
Training Turns Brutal
Aryan champion ban gaya,
par Maha Guru ne training aur zyada harsh kar di.
Weapons Training:
• wooden swords
• iron staff
• daggers (blunt)
• throwing stones
Aryan show karta extreme accuracy.
Hand-to-Hand:
Sparring with seniors,
multiple opponents one-time.
Survival Tasks:
• 3 hours underwater breath work
• snow walk barefoot
• climbing vertical cliff
• blindfold combat
• night tracking in jungle
Aryan har task me dominate karta.
Pain se fark nahi padta.
Cold se nahi darta.
Heat tolerate kar leta.
Ek cheez constant thi—
Rage controlled by discipline.
Aryan’s Only Obedience
Ashram me koi Aryan ko nahi rok sakta tha—
except one.
Maha Guru.
Agar Guruji bolte,
Aryan ruk jaata.
Agar Guruji signal karte,
Aryan calm ho jaata.
Sab students whisper karte:
“Beast sirf Guruji ki sunti hai.”
“Guruji hi isko tame kar sakte hain.”
“Iska dil kisi aur ke liye nahi dhadakta.”
Aryan ke liye ek hi sach tha:
“Main duniya se nahi darta.
Par Guruji ki izzat karta hoon.”
Aur iss respect ne
insane fighter ko
fearless champion bana diya.
Ashram ka name bold letters me likha gaya: