CHAPTER 3 — Ashram ka Different Baccha
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.”
“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
“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.
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.
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
“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 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:
Ye teeno decide karte hain:
- Raghav — strongest senior, bohot ego
- Veer — fast, sharp-tongue
- Kallan — silent, dangerous eyes
“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:
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.