Fantasy Aryan: Kaalivan Ka Uday

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Chapter 3: Antriksh Rajya Mein Kadam





Suryanagar mein raat ka andhera chha gaya tha, Rajputana Rajya ki rajdhani ekdum shant thi, lekin ek haveli ke kamre mein 15 saal ka Aryan Rathore ek jung ka plan bana raha tha. Uska chehra gambhir tha, aankhein junoon se bharpoor, aur dil mein ek hi khayal—Antriksh Rajya. Woh bas Devraj ke nikalne ka wait kar raha tha taaki woh chupke se us divine duniya mein ghus sake, jahan uska bhavishya chhupa tha.



Devraj abhi bhi Kaalivan ke safar ki taiyari mein laga tha, jo do din baad shuru hone wala tha. Woh haveli ke nokaron aur sipahiyon ke liye gaadiyan aur spiritual janwar ka intezam kar raha tha, apni wafadari ko nibhaate hue.



Jab Aryan ko laga ki ab woh akela hai, usne apni right hand ki ungli mein chhupi angoothi ko apni soch ke saath activate kiya. Ek pal mein uska sharir halka hua, jaise hawa mein ghul gaya, aur whoosh—woh apne kamre se gayab ho gaya.



Agle hi second, Aryan ke charon taraf ka mahaul badal gaya. Usne apne aaspaas ke nazaare dekhe aur uski aankhein chamak uthi. Antriksh Rajya ek anant, vishaal duniya thi, jiska koi ant nahi dikh raha tha. Suryanagar mein raat ke bawajood, yahan din ka ujala tha, jaise koi alag grah ho. Spiritual urja itni ghani thi ki Aryan ke sharir ke rom-rom mein ek jhatka sa laga—yeh Suryanagar se hazar guna zyada thi! Hawa mein ek mitha sa nasha tha, jo uske andar ek aag jala raha tha.



Wahan pe haazaro lakhon darakht the jo har tarah ke the—kuch toh aise jo ek khatarnak urja chhod rahe the, jaise woh zinda shaitan ho.



Lekin Aryan, jiska cultivation abhi shuru bhi nahi hua tha, unki asli power ko nahi samajh saka. Phir bhi, uska dil josh se thar-thara raha tha.



Wahan ek badi si jheel thi, jiska paani itna saaf ki usmein aasman jhalak raha tha. Jheel ke paas ek khula maidan tha, aur uske kareeb ek shandaar haveli khadi thi, jiski deewarein sone jaisi chamak rahi thi.



Thodi der chalte hue, Aryan ne kai spiritual paudhe dekhe, jo uske Shivendra Pratap se mile gyaan ke hisab se Spiritual Sages tak ke kaam aa sakte the! Har paudha ek khazana tha, lekin uski aankhon mein thodi si mayoosi bhi thi.



“Saala, inko use karne mein toh abhi saalon lag jayenge…” usne socha, lekin uska junoon ek pal ke liye bhi nahi ruka.

Aakhirkaar, woh haveli tak pahuncha.



Yeh ek samudri kinaare wali mahal jaisi thi—jheel ke saath ek bada sa maidan, jo cultivation ke liye ekdum swarg tha. Andar ghuste hi, Aryan ne dekha ki wahan 20 se zyada kamre the, kai saare bathroom, teen bade halls—ek mein ek badi si mez aur 12 kursiyan, doosre do mein shandaar sofe aur aaramdeh kursiyan. Sab kuch itna sundar tha ki Aryan ek pal ke liye dang reh gaya. Lekin ek khaas kamra ne uska dhyan kheench liya.



Shivendra ki yaadon ke hisab se, us kamre mein teen antriksh angoothiyan thi. Inmein the hathiyar, spiritual crystats, aur techniques jo cultivation mai kaam aati thi jaise movement , attack, soul, healing, aur bhi bahut kuch. Aryan ka dil tezi se dhadakne laga, uske lye yeh sab khazane se kam nahi tha.



“Jahan tak mujhe pata hai, techniques ko paanch vargon mein baanta gaya hai: White, Blue, Black, Silver, aur Gold. Yeh is baat par depend karta hai ki kitni spiritual urja technique mein convert hoti hai—40%, 50%, 70%, 100%, aur 200%,” Aryan ne apne aap se kaha, uska dimaag tezi se kaam kar raha tha.



Matlab, agar koi ek hi urja ke saath Blue technique use kare, aur koi Golden, toh doosra banda chaar guna zyada taakatvar hoga!



“Yeh techniques charanon mein bhi baati hain. Ek aisi technique chunna behtar hai jiske 11 charan ho, kyunki yeh aakhri cultivation stages mein bhi full taakat deti hain,” usne socha, Shivendra ke gyaan ko yaad karte hue.



Is duniya mein ek sakht rule tha—har cultivation charan mein sirf ek technique seekh sakte the. Isliye chunna soch-samajh kar padta tha, kyunki agar technique badalni padi, toh kam charan wali leni padti thi, jo high levels par hame nuksaan de sakti thi. Har charan ek technique ki visheshta ko badhata tha—jaise koi attack technique ka area, ya uski taakat—lekin yeh tabhi badhta jab cultivator us charan ko master kar leta hai.



“Pehli technique cultivation wali honi chahiye, kyunki bina iske koi urja ikatthi nahi kar sakta. Uske baad, log aksar Sankraman stage mein attack aur Spiritual Beginner stage mein raksha wali technique chunte hain,”



Antriksh angoothiyon ko check karte hue, usne dekha ki yahan zyadatar techniques Golden ya Silver varg ki thi.



“Yeh hathiyar… Saale, yeh toh tab tak mai use nahi kar sakta jab tak main level 60 ka na ho jaun. Usse pehle kahin mai mar hi na jayun!” usne haskar kaha, lekin uski aankhein abhi bhi khazane par thi.



Angoothiyon mein khojte hue, usne ek 11-charan wali cultivation technique dikhi, Goldena varg ki, jiska naam tha Suryadev Shwas. Ismein ek khaas kshamata thi—din ke waqt spiritual urja ko do guna tezi se kheenchne ki, aur aage ke charanon mein iski taakat aur badhti thi.



“Suryadev Shwas, huh… Tu abse tu hai meri pehli technique,Aryan ne muskurate hue kaha, uski aankhon mein ek shaitani chamak thi.



Uske baad, usne thodi der aur wahan bitayi, sabse low-grade items ikattha kiye, kyunki itni kimti cheezon ko le jana ya use karna bina kisi takat ke leye uske leye hi hanikarak sidh ho sakta tha. Usne Devraj ke liye bhi ek Silver varg ki cultivation technique chuni, kyunki uske paas aisi high-grade technique hone ki sambhavna na matar hi thi.



Aakhirkaar, usne agle kuch ghante ke leye apni nayi Suryadev Shwas technique ke saath cultivation shuru kardi. Uska sharir ekdum garam ho gaya, jaise andar koi aag jal rahi ho. Pasina tapak raha tha, lekin jab usne level 1 tak ka safar poora kiya, uske chehre par ek khatarnak muskaan thi.





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“Is raftaar se, main ek mahine se kam mein level 10, yaani Sankraman stage ki shuruaat, tak pahunch jaunga,” uska sharir pasine se bheega hua tha, lekin aankhein khushi se chamak rahi thi.



“Yeh spiritual crystals… Yahan crore mai hai ja keh lo ke anginat hai, lekin sab high-grade ke. Mera sharir inki urja ko tab tak nahi jhel sakta jab tak main Spiritual Saint stage tak na pahunch jaun.”



Spiritual crystals teen tarah ke hote the: low, medium, aur high concentration ke. High-grade wale low-grade se 10,000 guna aur medium-grade se 100 guna zyada urja rakhte the. Low-grade level 20 se 49 ke liye, medium-grade level 50 se 69 ke liye, aur high-grade level 70 ke upar walon ke liye the. Sharir Adhaar aur Sankraman stage mein crystals isliye nahi use hote kyunki yeh stages sharir aur aatma ko taiyaar karte hain, jo Spiritual Beginner stage se mazboot hote hain.



“Mujhe Spiritual Beginner stage ke liye low-grade crystals dhoondne padenge. Papa ne thodi daulat toh chhodi hi hogi, lekin chhe saal baad kitna bacha hoga? Aur Kaalivan mein vyapaar ka bhi toh bandobast karna hai,” Aryan ne socha, uska dimaag ek vyapari ki tarah chal raha tha.



“Ab wapas jana chahiye, warna Devraj chacha ko shak ho jayega. Unpar bharosa hai, lekin yeh Antriksh Rajya ka raaz abhi nahi kholunga. Kam se kam Kaalivan pahunchne tak toh wait karna padega. Aur Kaalivan… Main is Rajya ki madad se uski banjar zameen ko hara-bhara kar dunga!” usne apne aap se wada kiya.



Yeh sochkar, Aryan apne kamre mein wapas teleport kiya aur so gaya.



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Subah jab woh utha, Devraj already nikal chuka tha kuch zaroori kaam niptaane. Haveli ki bawarchan ne Aryan ka nashta diya aur bataya ki Devraj ne message chhoda hai—safar ka sab bandobast dopahar tak ho jayega.



Rathore parivar ek naya shahi khandaan tha, toh unke paas zyada spiritual janwar ya gaadiyan nahi thi. Isliye Devraj ko yeh sab rent par lena pada. Bhale hi zyada samaan nahi tha, lekin 20 nokar aur 10 sipahi, jo Arjun ke marne ke baad bhi uske paarivar ke prati wafadar hai, unke liye bhi usko bandobast karna tha.





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Dopahar hote-hote, 12 gaadiyan Suryanagar ke dakshin se nikal padi, Kaalivan ki taraf, jo 4,000 kilometer door tha, Rajputana Rajya ki seema ke kareeb, jahan do aur barabar ke rajyon ki seemayein milti thi. Yeh safar ek hafte se kam mein poora hona tha, kyunki gaadiyan Spiritual Warrior stage ke janwaron se chali thi, jo ek din mein 1,000 kilometer tak cover kar sakte the—ghodon jaisa dikhne wale jaanwar, lekin unse kahi zyada khatarnak.





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Isi dauran, Shekhawat khandaan ke ek shahi mahal mein, Suryanagar ke ek shant hisse mein, do budhe shatranj khel rahe the, spiritual chai peete hue. Ek ka chehra shant tha, jaise duniya ki koi fikar nahi—yeh tha Omkar Shekhawat, Shekhawat khandaan ka mukhiya, level 57 Spiritual King. Usne chandi ka kurta pehna tha, safed baal aur badi si daadhi uski shaan badha rahi thi.



Dusra tha Vikram Shekhawat, level 52, woh harami jo Arjun Rathore ke qatl ka zimmedar tha, jo usne Omkar ke hukm par kiya tha. Usne kala kurta pehna tha, uske baal bhure the, aur chehra itna gambhir ki koi paas bhi na aaye.



“Pramukh, woh Rathore ka launda kuch ghante pehle shahar chhodkar Kaalivan ki taraf nikal gaya, apne bache hue nokar aur sipahiyon ke saath. Suna hai woh do din pehle poori tarah theek ho gaya,”

Vikram ne chai ka sip lete hue kaha.



“Hum unpar hamla karein kya jab woh safar kar rahe hain?” usne sandeh se poocha.



Omkar ne shatranj ki chaal chalte hue haskar kaha, “Koi zarurat nahi, Vikram. Maine suna hai woh launda jaag gaya hai, lekin 15 saal ka hai aur abhi tak cultivation shuru nahi ki. Ab woh us banjar Kaalivan mein ja raha hai, jahan Spiritual Warriors bhi mushkil se paida hote hain.”



“Chahe usmein uske baap jaisa talent ho, phir bhi usse Arjun ke level tak pahunchne mein saalon, shayad ek sadi lagegi. Hum already level 50 ke upar hain, aur apni taakat badha rahe hain. Aur hamara khandaan? Sau experts ke saath ek sena hai!” usne apni daadhi sehlate hue kaha, uski aankhon mein ek khatarnak chamak thi.



“Chahe woh badla lene ka sapna dekhe, uske chances ekdum zero hain. Usse aur uske kutton ko bhool ja. Devraj bhi humein chhoo nahi sakta.”



Yeh kehkar, dono budhe shatranj khelte rahe, jab tak Omkar ne game jeet nahi liya. Phir woh alag hue, lekin Omkar wahi ruka, mahal ke jharokhe ki taraf dekhta hua, ek gandi si muskaan ke saath.



“Surkhila Kshetra ab hamare haathon mein hai. Agle kuch dashakon mein, Shekhawat khandaan itna bada ho jayega ki Mathur kutte bhi, apni saari daulat ke bawajood, humein rok nahi payenge! Hahaha!”



To be continued……..

 

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Chapter 4: Kaalivan





Rajputana Rajya ke paschim ki taraf teen din ke safar ke baad, Aryan Rathore aur uske 12 gaadiyon ka kaafila ab apne manzil se sirf ek din door tha—Kaalivan, ek banjar zameen jo ab uska ghar aur jung ka maidan banne wala tha.



Sabse shandaar gaadi ke andar, ek adhed umar ka aadmi aur ek jawaan ladka baat kar rahe the, dono ke chehre par gambhirta thi. Yeh the Aryan aur uska wafadar Devraj. Aryan Kaalivan ke haal-chaal samajhna chahta tha, taaki woh apni zameen ke asli challenges ka andaza laga sake. Baat bade-bade maslon par thi—ilaake ki average taakat, seema ke paas ke rajyon ka haal, aur woh sab kuch jo ek naye raja ko apni zameen ke sach ke kareeb la sake.



Haan, unke paas poori jankari nahi thi, kyunki Kaalivan ko ek regent chala raha tha, jo Rajputana ke maharaja ne appoint kiya tha. Asli details toh tabhi milenge jab woh Kaalivan ke sabse bade shahar, Sukha Nagar, mein pahunchkar command apne haathon mein lenge.



“Devraj chacha, Kaalivan ke liye trade ka kya scene hai?” Aryan ne poocha.



Devraj ne thoda sochkar jawab diya, “Beta, Kaalivan toh abhi export ke naam par kuch nahi karta. Khetibadi toh zero hai, aur jo thodi-bahut mining hoti hai, woh yahin consume ho jati hai. Spiritual crystals ka production bhi ekdum kam hai, kyunki yahan spiritual energy bilkul kamzor hai. Imports ke liye, zyadatar khane ka samaan mangwana padta hai.”



“South mein jo Kumbhalgarh Rajya hai, wahi Kaalivan ka sabse bada khana supplier hai, kyunki yeh uski seema se laga hua hai. Kumbhalgarh ki khetibadi ekdum shandaar hai—woh apne aaspaas ke ilaakon ko bhi supply karta hai, aur humein bhi. Aur woh toh Stone Island ke bade trading partner bhi hain, jo northwest mein hai.”



“Stone Island yahan ke saare coastal rajyon ke liye bada important hai, kyunki wahan ke mineral reserves aur spiritual blacksmith ekdum top-class hain. Unki economy ekdum mast hai, lekin fasal? Woh toh produce hi nahi karte, toh doosre rajyon par dependent hain. Isliye Kumbhalgarh unka bada partner hai.”



“Lekin Kaalivan ka Stone Island ke saath zyada lena-dena nahi hai, kyunki yahan spiritual equipment ki demand hi nahi hai” Devraj ne Aryan kobataya, lekin uski awaaz mai thodi udaasi thi.



“North mein Kaalivan ke paas sabse bada rajya hai—Kingdom Of Waves. Yeh rajya apne bade area ki wajah se kaafi active hai, regional economy mein bada role khelta hai. Lekin Kaalivan ke saath unka kya contact hai, mujhe nahi pata,” Devraj ne kaha.



“Phir Kaalivan ka main kaam-dhanda kya hai, chacha?” Aryan ne poocha, uska dimaag tezi se chal raha tha.



Devraj ke chehre par thodi si uljhan dikhayi di. “Jahan tak mujhe pata hai, yahan ka raja zyadatar tax se hi paisa kamaata hai, jo logon se vasoolta hai. Aur kuch kaam-dhanda hai toh mujhe nahi pata.”



Kaalivan, Rajputana Rajya ka sabse chhota ilaaka hone ke bawajood, takreeban 50,000 logon ka ghar tha. Inmein se zyadatar ke paas koi khaas talent nahi tha—bas White ya Blue talent, toh unke liye aise ilaake mein rehna hi behtar tha. Kyunki jab baat aati hai risk lene ki, toh koi bhi aise jagah nahi jana chahta jahan log tujhse hazar guna zyada taakatvar ho.



Zyadatar log Sukha Nagar mein rehte the, aur wahan ke logon ko basic services chahiye the, jo raja deta tha. Isliye woh tax vasoolta tha, yeh kehte hue ki yeh paisa unke jeene ke liye basic zarurat poori karne ke kaam aayega. Kaalivan ko Rajputana ke maharaja ko bhi koi paisa nahi dena padta tha, kyunki yahan ki income itni kam thi ki agar spiritual crystals maharaja ko bheje, toh yahan kuch bachega hi nahi. Yahan tak ki koi bhi shahi parivaar yahan aana nahi chahta tha—unke leye yeh ilaaka ek bojh jaisa tha!



Aur jo regent abhi Kaalivan chala raha tha, woh toh ek government aadmi tha, jise maharaja ne chhe saal pehle yahan bheja tha jab tak naye raja ka pata na chale. Lekin woh bhi yahan se thak gaya tha, bhenchod! Is banjar zameen mein rehne se uski cultivation ruk gayi thi, aur woh gussa tha ki aur kitne saal yahan waste karne padenge.



“Jab main Spiritual Academy mein tha, toh teachers ne bataya tha ki aaspaas ke rajyon ki average taakat 4th stage tak ki hai, aur sabse strong log 6th stage ke hai jo ke, Spiritual King stage, ke honge.



Aur kuch jankari hai, Devraj chacha?” Aryan ne poocha, apne plan ke liye har detail woh jaanna chahta tha.



“Haan, bilkul. In rajyon mein, raja aur unke purane log zyadatar level 58 ya 59 ke hote hain—yeh is area ke sabse strong bande hain. Yeh budhe log 500 saal se zyada ke hote hain, kuch toh 1,000 ke kareeb bhi hote hain. Lekin Spiritual King ke liye 1,600 saal ki zindagi hone ke bawajood, inke agle stage tak jaane ke chances kam hote hain, jab tak woh apne rajya chhodkar saalon tak bahar na jayein,” Devraj ne samjhaaya.



“Yeh isliye kyunki is ilaake mein spiritual energy ekdum dispersed hai, aur jo talented families thi, woh hazaron saal pehle yahan se nikal gayi. Talent toh maa-baap se bacchon mein aata hai, na? To ab yahan ke logon ka talent dheere-dheere kam ho gaya hai. Ab sirf kuch hazar log Black talent ke hain, aur Silver talent toh ungliyon par gine ja sakte hain. Aur woh bhi jaldi yahan se jahan se nikal jaate hain, kabhi-kabhi toh koi bada khandaan unhe dhundh bhi nahi pata,” Devraj ne aage kaha.



“Aur acha talent hona cultivation ke bottlenecks ke liye zaroori hai, jo har stage ke end mein aate hain. Yahan ke log, jo Black talent ke hain, 5th stage tak toh bina rukawat ke cultivate kar sakte hain, lekin 6th stage tak jaane ka chance sirf 50% hai, aur 7th stage ka toh aur bhi kam. Bina powerful resources ya zyada spiritual energy ke, yeh log rukawat ko cross nahi kar sakte,” Devraj ne samjhaaya.



“Isliye yahan koi bhi raja Spiritual Emperor nahi ban sakta, kyunki apna rajya chhodna khandaan aur khud ke liye khatarnak hota hai. Lekin Kaalivan mein toh spiritual energy itni kam hai ki yahan ke sabse strong bande bhi shayad level 39, Spiritual Warrior, ke honge—jab tak koi bahar se aaya hua na ho,” Devraj ne kaha, thodi rahat ke saath.



“Waise, main ladne mein expert nahi hoon, lekin chhote sahab ki safety ka koi issue nahi hoga. Main level 45 hoon, aur yahan isse badi threat nahi honi chahiye,” Devraj ne muskurate hue kaha.



Yeh sunte hi Aryan ke dimaag mein Antriksh Rajya se chuni hui Golden-grade cultivation technique aayi, jo usne Devraj ke liye rakhi thi. Lekin usne socha abhi nahi dena chahiye. Kaalivan pahunchne ke baad hi denge, kyunki usse yeh bhi batana padega ki yeh technique kahan se aayi, aur abhi woh yeh raaz kholna nahi chahta tha.



Thodi der baad, gaadiyan ruk gayi. Suraj dhal chuka tha, aur Sukha Nagar abhi thodi door tha. Agar safar jaari rakha toh woh subah hone tak pahunch jaayenge, lekin unhone socha ek raat aur ruk jayein. Unhone sadak ke paas ek camp laga liya, jahan thodi si aag jala kar sab rest karne lage.



In teen dino mein Aryan ko zyada cultivation ka waqt nahi mila, lekin phir bhi woh level 2 tak pahunch gaya. Shuru ke levels mein farak itna chhota hota hai ki kisi ko pata hi nahi chala ki Aryan ki taakat badh gayi hai—aur woh bhi apni power ko chhupane ki koshish kar raha tha.



Raat ho gayi, aur agle subah Aryan apne naye ghar pahunchne wala tha—Kaalivan, jahan woh apni sena banane ka plan bana raha tha. Shivendra Pratap ke gyaan ke saath, Aryan ke paas kai tareeke the ek ilaake ko taakatvar banane ke. Bas ab use Kaalivan ke asli haal ka pata lagana tha, taaki woh apna plan poora kar sake.



Usne than li thi—Kaalivan ko ek aisa rajya banayega jo is duniya ke sabse bade samrajyon se takkar le sake. Yeh uska ghar hoga, aur uski growth ki kahani yahin se shuru hogi.





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Kuch ghante baad, Aryan ne door se Sukha Nagar ko dekha. Naam ke hisab se yeh jagah ekdum sukhi thi—bilkul banjar! Shahar ke aaspaas ka mahaul ekdum sookha tha, poore shahar mein ek bhi ped nahi tha, bas thodi si ghaas aur kaante wale paudhe.



Sukha Nagar ek chhota sa shahar tha, jahan sadharan ghar the, aur central area mein thodi si dukaanein. Shahar ke beech mein ek theek-thaak haveli thi—yeh wahan ki sarkar ka daftar tha, aur ab Aryan ka naya ghar bhi.



Sadkon par thodi chahal-pehal thi, log aate-jaate dikhai de rahe the, lekin gaadiyan sirf do hi thi—Aryan ke kaafile ke alawa. Kuch log spiritual beasts par chal rahe the, lekin woh bhi low-level beasts the, zyada se zyada 1st stage ke.



Aakhirkaar, Aryan ka kaafila shahar ke beech wali haveli tak pahunch gaya. Haveli ke darwaze par ek budha sipahi khada tha, uski aankhon mein thakawat aur gussa saaf dikhai de raha tha. “Kaun ho tum log? Itni subah-subah yahan kya kaam hai?” usne gusse se poocha.



Aryan gaadi se utra, uski aankhon mein ek chamak thi. “Main hoon Aryan Rathore, Kaalivan ka naya raja. Aur tu kaun hai, jo mere ghar ke darwaze par khada hai?” usne ek khatarnak muskaan ke saath kaha.



To be continued…….

 

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Chapter 5: Command Haasil Karna




Aryan Rathore gaadi se utra toh usne dekha ki Sukha Nagar ki haveli ke darwaze ke paas kuch sipahi line mein khade the. Yeh jagah Suryanagar wali haveli jaisi badi nahi thi, lekin theek-thaak size ki thi. Doosri aur teesri manzil ke saath, yeh safed rang ki thi, jo is banjar ilaake mein zyada dikhayi nahi deti thi. Haveli ke aaspaas ek bhi paudha nahi tha—bas ek khali zameen, ek bada sa fence, aur darwaza.



Tabhi ek mota sa adhed aadmi, jiske baal thodi safed aur daadi bikhri hui thi, safed kurte mein, darwaze ki taraf aaya. Sipahi uski taraf dekh rahe the, jaise koi drama dekhne ki taiyaari ho. Yeh aadmi tha Kaalivan ka regent, jo chhe saal se yahan ka bandobast kar raha tha.



Asal mein, pichhle do din se Sukha Nagar ke zyadatar sipahi aur afsar is din ke liye taiyaari kar rahe the. Chhe saal baad, unka naya raja aane wala tha! Lekin zyadatar logon ko koi farak nahi padta tha ki kaun raja hai—Kaalivan ke itne saare maslon ke saath, unhe bas orders follow karne the, aur unka naam badalne se zyada kuch nahi hota tha.



Par kuch log pareshan the. Unhe apna status toh maintain karna hi tha, aur agar naya raja bekar nikla toh unka nuksaan ho sakta tha. Sunne mein aaya tha ki yeh ladka abhi tak cultivation bhi shuru nahi kiya—kahi yeh nikamma toh nahi?



Jo mota aadmi tha, usne apna intro diya. “Sukha Nagar mein swagat hai, mera naam hai Nandlal Sharma, aur main pichhle chhe saal se Kaalivan ka bandobast kar raha hoon, Rajputana ke maharaja ke hukm se. Mujhe yahan naye raja ka intezaar karne aur usse command saunpne ka order tha.” Usne thodi bechaini ke saath kaha, jaise usse yahan se bhaagna ho.



“Chalo mere saath, main apko purana daftar dikhata hoon. Wahan sabse zaroori cheezon ka bandobast kar deta hoon,” Nandlal ne kaha. Aryan aur Devraj uske peeche haveli ke andar chale gaye.



“Chhote sahab, jab mujhe pata chala ki aap theek ho gaye hain, maine command change karne ka sab intezaam kar liya. Aaj hi sab zaroori jankari aapko de dunga,” Nandlal ne kaha, thodi jaldi mein.





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Kuch ghanton ki baat-cheet ke baad, Nandlal Sharma haveli se nikal gaya, uske chehre par ek badi si muskaan thi. Woh ab is gaddhe se nikal sakta tha! Usne ek minute bhi rukne ka socha nahi—subah se hi uska saara samaan pack tha, aur gaadi taiyaar khadi thi. Haveli se nikalte hi woh seedha nikal gaya, bina peeche dekhe, yeh dua karta hua ki kabhi wapas na aana pade.



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Haveli ke andar, Aryan apne naye daftar mein baitha tha, aur wahan uski mulakaat huyi purane regent ki secretary aur Sukha Nagar ke sipahi sardar se.



Secretary ka naam tha Meera, 27 saal ki, level 23, Blue talent. Woh dekhne mein sadharan thi, lekin uske curves ekdum mast the—aisi body jo nazar hatne na de! Usne ek tight salwar-kameez pehna tha, jo uske badan ko aur ubhar raha tha. Jab woh baat kar rahi thi, uski awaaz mein ek thodi si shaitani thi, aur Aryan ki taraf dekhkar woh halke se muskura rahi thi.



Sipahi sardar ka naam tha Pratap, 53 saal ka, level 35, Blue talent. Lamba, 1.9 meter se upar, uski aankhein teekhi thi, aur daayi taraf ek nishan uske chehre par tha, jo usse ekdum khatarnak dikhata tha.



Dono Kaalivan mein paida hue aur bade hue the. Meera pichhle paanch saal se sarkar ke liye kaam kar rahi thi, aur Pratap pichhle 25 saal se sipahi sardar tha, teen alag-alag regents ke neeche kaam kar chuka tha. Woh yahan ka sabse experienced aadmi tha, jo Aryan ki kaafi madad kar sakta tha.



Dono aur kuch aur afsaron se milne ke baad, Aryan apne daftar mein Devraj ke saath akela baith gaya, taaki jo jankari mili thi uspar baat kar sake. Unhe Kaalivan ki asli haalat ke baare mein kaafi kuch pata chal gaya tha.



Maslan, Sukha Nagar mein abhi 30,000 log rehte the, aur har saal ek low-grade spiritual crystal ka tax lagne se, sarkar ko 30,000 crystals ki income hoti thi. Iske alawa, yahan ki crystal mines se 24,000 low-grade crystals banate the, lekin mazdooron aur kharch ke baad sarkar ke haath mein sirf 25% aata tha—matlab 6,000 crystals. Total milakar, Kaalivan ki sarkar ko saal ke 36,000 low-grade crystals milte the.



Lekin kharcha bhi 12,000 crystals ka tha—30 sipahi aur shahar ke afsar ke liye—toh profit sirf 24,000 crystals ka banta tha. Par abhi haveli ke safe mein sirf 1,000 crystals hi the, bhenchod! Tax collection kuch din pehle hi hua tha, toh safe full hona chahiye tha, lekin Nandlal saala sab leke bhaag gaya tha! Itne crystals se toh sarkar ek mahine se zyada nahi chal sakti.



Aryan ko yeh bhi pata chala ki Kaalivan ka area 200,000 km² tha, jo bilkul bekar tha, bhale hi yeh ek plain zameen thi jo khetibadi ke liye perfect ho sakti thi. Par yeh ekdum banjar thi—koi bhi khetibadi nahi ho sakti thi. Purab mein ek jheel thi, jo ilaake ko paani deti thi. Kuch chhoti nadiyan bhi thi, lekin unper zyada dhyan nahi diya gaya tha. Bas inka istemaal samundar ke kinaare ke saath seafood ke liye hota tha, jo Sukha Nagar mein chhote level par trade hota tha—bas machhuaron ke parivar ke guzare ke liye.



Mining bhi thi, lekin itni kam thi ki uspar dhyan dene ka koi matlab nahi tha.

Aakhirkaar, Aryan ne Devraj se ek gambhir chehre ke saath poocha, “Devraj chacha, papa ne jo chhoda tha, usmein se kitne crystals bache hain?”



“Chhote sahab, pichhle chhe saal aur is safar ke baad, abhi 30,000 low-grade aur 500 medium-grade crystals bache hain,” Devraj ne jawab diya.



Aryan ne ek lambi saans li aur kaha, “Theek hai, bhale hi yeh zyada nahi hai, lekin shuruat ke liye kaafi hai. Main shahar ke aaspaas ki zameen dekhna chahta hoon, aur ek group banane ka soch raha hoon jo khetibadi ke liye meri madad kare. Mujhe lagta hai ki main is zameen ko theek kar sakta hoon—bas mujhe confirm karna hai.”



“Main yeh bhi chahta hoon ki array masters ke baare mein jankari ikatthi karo. Mujhe ek bada array chahiye jo shahar ke aaspaas spiritual energy ko badha sake. Abhi ke liye sirf jahi jankari chahiye, kyunki abhi hum jayda paisa nahi kharch sakte.”



“Aur spiritual blacksmiths ke baare mein bhi jankari chahiye. Jab humare paas kaafi crystals honge, toh mujhe pata hona chahiye ki kise aur kahan dhundhna hai,” Aryan ne kaha, uska dimaag ek yoddha ki tarah chal raha tha.



Arrays ek tarah ki formations hoti thi, jo spiritual energy ko alag-alag tarah se use karti thi—kabhi energy ko badhati thi, kabhi kisi area ko protect karti thi, ya kabhi daily life ke liye chhoti cheezon jaise light ya heat ke liye kaam aati thi. Is duniya mein technology toh nahi thi, lekin agar kaafi crystals ho toh log aaram ki zindagi jee sakte the. Jaise, chhote arrays jo roshni dete the, ya garmi ke liye kaam aate the.



Array masters woh log hote the jo in arrays ke liye special techniques cultivate karte the. Yeh log zyadatar ladaku nahi hote the, kyunki inke zyadatar techniques (max 10) arrays ke support ke liye hoti thi, na ki attack, defense, ya movement ke liye. Phir bhi, Spiritual World mein inki kaafi izzat thi.

Spiritual blacksmiths bhi kuch aise hi hote the, bas yeh spiritual equipment banane ke liye techniques cultivate karte the.



Devraj yeh sunte hi dang reh gaya. “Zameen theek karna? Chhote sahab, main aap par bharosa karna chahta hoon, lekin mujhe nahi lagta ki yeh zameen theek ho sakti hai.”



“Asal mein, is jagah ko Kaalivan kehne ki ek wajah hai. Yahan jo bhi paudha lagao, woh dheere-dheere mar jata hai, poora kaala ho jata hai, aur phir mitti mein mil jata hai. Kai experts ne try kiya, lekin sab fail ho gaye,” Devraj ne udaasi ke saath kaha.



Aryan ne socha ki ab waqt aa gaya hai Devraj ko apni virasat ke baare mein batane ka. “Devraj chacha, asal mein meri baat ke peeche ek wajah hai.”



“Chhe saal pehle, maine apne papa ko kho diya aur khud bhi marte-marte bacha, lekin mujhe ek bada mauka bhi mila. Mujhe Shivendra Pratap, ek Devta, ne chuna aur apni virasat di. Iske saath mujhe bahut saara gyaan mila, aur ek khaas jagah bhi, jahan bahut saari cheezein hain jo humein ab aur aage madad kar sakti hain. Jab main behosh tha, tab main yeh virasat haasil kar raha tha,” Aryan ne gambhir chehre ke saath kaha, aur ek golden scroll Devraj ki taraf phenk diya.



Devraj ne scroll ko dekha aur soch mein pad gaya. “Yeh toh… Arre, yeh nahi ho sakta!!!”



“Yeh… Yeh toh ek Golden-grade cultivation technique hai, Vishwas nahi hota, maine kabhi socha bhi nahi tha ki meri zindagi mein aisi cheez haath mein aayegi! Rajputana ke maharaja ke paas bhi toh bas Silver-grade technique hai,” Devraj ne scroll ko haath mein pakadte hue, aankhein phaad kar kaha.



“Chhote sahab, yeh toh ekdum zabardast hai! Aapko jaldi se is technique ko cultivate karna chahiye. Bhale hi ismein sirf 6 phases hain, phir bhi yeh meri techniques se kahi zyada behtar hai. Iske saath aap kuch dashakon mein Spiritual King ban sakte hoin!” Devraj ki awaaz mein excitement saaf dikh raha tha.



Technique ka naam tha Hawa ka Dhamaka—ek aisi technique jo hawa ko control karke dushman ko door dhakel sakti thi, aur high phases mein toh hawa ke saath ekdum powerful attack bhi kar sakti thi.



Tabhi usse khayal aaya ki Aryan ne jo kaha tha—Shivendra Pratap ki virasat—woh koi mazak nahi tha. Is Central Continent ke is hisse mein aisi high-grade techniques kahan se aayengi? Aryan ki maa ke paas bhi aisa kuch nahi ho sakta tha. Matlab, sach mein kisi bade Devta ne Aryan ko chuna tha. Yeh Shivendra Pratap sach mein ek Devta tha ya nahi, Devraj ko isse koi farak nahi padta tha—bas yeh scroll hi kaafi tha uske liye.



Aryan ne Devraj ke chehre par khushi dekhi aur kaha, “Devraj chacha, yeh toh bas ek technique hai jo maine haasil ki hai. Mujhe Shivendra Pratap ka gyaan bhi mila hai, aur Antriksh Rajya bhi. Is realm mein bahut saare high-level cultivation resources hain, lekin abhi humare levels itne kam hain ki hum unhe use nahi kar sakte.”



“Lekin phir bhi, Antriksh Rajya ke saath hum Kaalivan ko sudhar sakte hain. Mujhe bas yeh pata lagana hai ki is zameen ki asli problem kya hai,” Aryan ne kaha, uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb si chamak thi.



“Waise, yeh Hawa ka Dhamaka technique aapke liye hai. Main toh pehle se hi ek doosri technique cultivate kar raha hoon, jo Golden-grade ki hai aur 11 phases wali hai,” Aryan ne muskurate hue kaha.



Devraj yeh sunte hi dang reh gaya, khas kar jab Aryan ne kaha ki woh pehle se cultivate kar raha hai. “Chhote sahab, aap pehle se cultivate kar rahe hain? Mujhe toh pata hi nahi chala, teen din se zyada hum saath safar kar rahe hain! Kya aap level 1 par hain?” Devraj ne khushi se poocha.



Aryan ne jawab diya, “Maine Suryanagar se nikalne se pehle hi cultivation shuru kar di thi. Ab main level 2 par hoon, aur agle do din mein level 3 tak pahunch jaunga.”



Devraj yeh sunte hi aur khush ho gaya. Aryan ki yeh speed uske papa Arjun se bhi zyada thi—matlab, jaldi hi Aryan apne aap ko protect karne ke liye kaafi taakatvar ho jayega, bina kisi bahar ki madad ke. “Bahut badhiya, chhote sahab! Agar senapati sahab zinda hote, toh woh aap par bahut garv karte. Woh party-sharty karne wale aadmi nahi the, lekin aapke liye ek bada jashn zaroor karte,” Devraj ne confidence ke saath kaha.



Devraj aur Arjun ki dosti 80 saal purani thi. Jab Devraj ek marne wali situation mein tha, tab Arjun ne uski jaan bachayi thi. Uske baad Devraj ne Arjun ko apna guru maan liya, aur dono ne saath mein kai safar kiye, har tarah ke khatre sahe, aur ek doosre ke bhai ban gaye. Isliye Devraj Arjun ko achhe se jaanta tha.

Aryan ke dil mein ek dard utha yeh sunte hi. Usne apne papa ko apne saamne kho diya tha—woh bhi un gaddaron ke haathon. Usne than li thi ki woh apne pita ek katilon ka khatma karke hi dum lega, bhenchod!



Thodi der ke liye udaas hokar, usne poocha, “Devraj chacha, kya aapko pata hai ki uss waqt kaun wahan majood tha? Main toh attack ke waqt wahan tha, lekin unhone apne chehre chhupaye hue the.”



Devraj ka chehra gusse se laal ho gaya. “Chhote sahab, jab aap chhe saal tak behosh the, maine kaafi jaanch ki, lekin un logon ki asli pehchaan nahi pata chali. Bas itna pata hai ki do qatil hire kiye gaye the. Baaki do logon ke baare mein kuch nahi pata.”



“Lekin mujhe shak hai ki Surkhila Kshetra par jo Shekhawats raj karte hain, unka haath ho sakta hai, kyunki jab senapati sahab ke baad aap behosh the, tab unhone Surkhila Kshetra cheen liya.



Shayad Malhotra khandaan bhi involved ho, kyunki unhone bhi us zameen ke liye ladai ki thi,” Devraj ne kaha, uski awaaz mein gussa bhara tha.



“Hmm, abhi ke liye hum is mamle mein haath nahi dalenge. Hum abhi bahut kamzor hain, aur agar abhi sach dhundhne lage toh koi bada khatra aa sakta hai. Pehle hum apni taakat badhayenge, apni suraksha ko mazboot karenge,” Aryan ne bilkul shant aur samajhdari ke saath kaha.



Aryan badla lene ke liye pagal nahi tha. Usne soch rakha tha ki badla ek thanda khana hai, jo tab khaya jata hai jab woh poora control mein ho. Apni jaan khatre mein daal kar woh bewakoofi nahi karne wala tha. Usse apne papa se pyar tha, lekin Arjun toh ab mar chuke the. Badla chahiye tha, lekin apni jaan daav par laga kar nahi. Aryan jaanta tha ki waqt ke saath woh jo chahe haasil kar sakta hai, toh koi jaldi nahi thi.



‘Kaam achha kiya toh phal zaroor milega,’ yeh uska vishwas tha.

Aryan ne topic badla aur Kaalivan ke development ke plan par baat shuru ki.



“Abhi ke liye hum Kaalivan ke maslon par focus karenge. Badla wait kar sakta hai. Devraj chacha, maine jo cheezon ke baare mein kaha tha, unki taiyaari ke orders do. Humein jaldi se ek khetibadi team chahiye. Aur array masters aur blacksmiths ke baare mein bhi jankari chahiye, taaki hum aage ka plan bana sake.”



“Kal subah main shahar ke paas ki zameen dekhne jaunga, uski study karne ke liye. Mere saath ek team bhi taiyaar karo,” Aryan ne kaha, uska dimaag ek yoddha ki tarah chal raha tha.



Devraj ne shanti se jawab diya, “Theek hai, chhote sahab, main sab jaldi se taiyaar kar dunga.” Uske baad Devraj Aryan ke orders ke mutabik kaam shuru karne ke liye nikal gaya, jabki Aryan Sukha Nagar ke documents study karne mein lag gaya.





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Raat ho gayi thi. Aryan ne khana kha liya tha aur apna naya kamra bhi dekh liya tha. Ab woh Antriksh Rajya mein gaya apni cultivation session ke liye. Usne 4 ghante tak training ki, aur phir ruk gaya.



Is level par use abhi bhi neend ki zarurat thi apni thakan door karne ke liye.

Iske alawa, cultivation ke stages mein ek limit hoti hai ki kitni spiritual energy ek baar mein absorb kar sakte ho, jiske liye har session ke beech waqt chahiye hota hai. Aur kyunki Aryan abhi Sharir Adhaar stage par tha, woh spiritual crystals use nahi kar sakta tha, toh uski cultivation speed thodi slow thi.



Is duniya mein, spiritual crystals se cultivate karna aur nature ki free spiritual energy se cultivate karne mein ek hi farak tha—energy gather karna. Nature mein free energy ko pehle gather karna padta tha, phir absorb, jabki crystals ke saath bas absorb karna hota tha, kyunki energy pehle se gathered hoti thi.



High-density wale ilaakon ka fayda yeh tha ki wahan energy jaldi gather hoti thi, aur crystals ka production bhi zyada hota tha, jo wahan ke logon ko ameer aur taakatvar banata tha. Is Spiritual World mein average taakat 5th stage ki thi, matlab level 40 se 49 ke beech. Yeh Central Continent ke north ke liye achha tha, kyunki yahan ke sabse strong log bhi level 50 se 59 ke beech hote the, jo world average se thoda hi zyada tha.



Toh Aryan poora din cultivate nahi kar sakta tha, aur uski speed tab tak slow rahegi jab tak woh Spiritual Beginner stage tak nahi pahunch jata, jahan woh low-grade crystals use kar sakta tha.

Khair, Aryan ne baki raat aaram se soya, jaise woh apne naye kamre mein bilkul adjust ho gaya ho.





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Subah suraj dheere-dheere ubhra toh Sukha Nagar mein chahal-pehal shuru ho gayi. Log aate-jaate dikh rahe the, kuch apne low-level spiritual beasts par sawar the.



Us waqt, chhe aadmi shahar mein ghoom rahe the, unke beasts ghodon jaise dikhte the. Inmein se ek jawaan ladka tha—kaale baal, kaali aankhein, aur ek sadharan sa chehra. Na zyada handsome, na hi kuch khaas, par uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb si chamak thi jo dil ko chhoo leti thi. Usne kaali dhoti aur neela kurta pehna tha—kuch zyada shandaar nahi, par uski personality mein ek swag tha.



Yeh tha Aryan Rathore.

Uske saath ke aadmi the—Sukha Nagar ke do sipahi, jismein ek tha Pratap, jo Aryan se kal mila tha; do personal guards jo Suryanagar se uske saath aaye the; aur Devraj.



Woh shahar ke paschim taraf ki zameen ki taraf ja rahe the, jahan Aryan apni pehli khetibadi zameen banane ka soch raha tha. Pehle woh wahan jaakar check karna chahta tha ki zameen ko kaise theek kiya ja sake.



Kuch der baad, woh wahan pahunch gaye. Jagah bilkul aaspaas ki tarah thi—sukhi, banjar. Kaalivan ke kisi bhi doosre hisse se ismein koi farak nahi tha. Lekin Pratap ke mutabik, yahan Kaalivan ki spiritual root zameen ke sabse kareeb thi. Yeh baat usse 20 saal pehle ek expert ne batayi thi, jo yahan ke masle study karne aaya tha. Usne kaha tha ki yeh jagah check karne ke liye best thi.



Tabhi, door se ek awaaz aayi—ek aurat ki cheekh. “Bachao! Yeh harami mujhe loot rahe hain!” Aryan ne palat kar dekha toh ek jawaan ladki thi, takreeban 20 saal ki, ek tight lehenga-choli mein, jiski choli uske curves ko ekdum highlight kar rahi thi. Woh do gunde logon se gheri hui thi, jo uska samaan chheen rahe the.



Aryan ki aankhein gusse se laal ho gayi. “Bhenchod, yeh Kaalivan ab mera hai, aur koi yahan zulm nahi karega!” Usne apne beast se chhalaang laga di, aur ek second mein woh un gundon ke saamne khada tha.



“Kaun ho tum, launde? Yahan se bhaago, nahi toh gala kaat denge!” ek gunde ne kaha, uske haath mein ek rusty talwar thi.



Aryan ne ek shaitani muskaan di. “Main hoon Aryan Rathore, Kaalivan ka raja. Aur tu abhi marne wala hai.” Usne apni Suryadev Shwas technique activate ki—uske haathon se ek suraj jaisi garmi nikli, aur ek fiery punch seedha gunde ke chehre par ja laga. Gunde ka chehra jal gaya, uski cheekh nikli, aur woh zameen par gir gaya, uska khoon banjar zameen par fail gaya.



Doosre gunde ne talwar se attack karne ki koshish ki, lekin Aryan ne uska haath pakad liya aur ek jhatke mein uski talwar chheen li. “Tujhe bhi jeene ka haq nahi hai,” Aryan ne kaha aur talwar se uske gale par ek gehra ghaav kar diya. Khoon ki dhaar phoot padi, aur doosra gunda bhi zameen par gir gaya, apni aankhon mein maut ka khauf liye.



Ladki abhi bhi kaanp rahi thi, lekin usne Aryan ko dekha aur halke se muskura di. “Shukriya, raja sahab… Main Hema hoon. Yeh harami mujhe kab se pareshan kar rahe the,” usne kaha, uski awaaz mein ek shaitani mithaas thi. Usne apna dupatta theek kiya, aur apne curves ko thoda aur dikhate hue Aryan ke kareeb aayi. “Aap jaise raja ke saath toh Kaalivan sach mein badal jayega… kyun na main aapki madad karun?” usne aankh maarte hue kaha.



Aryan ne uski taraf dekha, ek halki si muskaan ke saath. “Hema, madad toh main zaroor lunga… lekin pehle yeh zameen theek karni hai. Mere saath chalna chahegi?” usne poocha, uski awaaz mein ek playful vibe thi.



Hema ne sar hilaya, aur dono saath mein us zameen ki taraf badhe, jabki Pratap aur baaki log peeche se dekh rahe the, sochte hue ki yeh naya raja sach mein alag hai, bhenchod!



To be continued…….

 

[Naik]

Chapter 1: The Virasat







Dhamaaka!



Ek ke baad ek dhamakon ne Suryanagar ke bazaar ko hila diya, Rajputana Rajya ki rajdhani ke dil mein dehshat ka mahul tha. Logon ki cheekhein hawa mein goonj rahi thi, har koi dar ke maare chuhe ki tarah bhaag raha tha. Spiritual Academy ke students apni jaan bachane ke liye bagh rahe the, rehdi-patri wale apne thele chhodkar bhaag gaye, aur wo sadharan log jo is bade raste par roz aate-jaate the, ab ek dusre ko kuchalte hue bhag rahe the.



Yeh Suryanagar tha, aur yeh uska sabse bada rasta, lekin aaj yahan ek khatarnak jung chhid chuki thi.



Jab dhool baithi aur bheed chhati, toh paanch Spiritual King stage ke cultivators ek khooni ladai mein ulajh gaye. Char ne milke paanchve ko gher liya, unki aankhein maut ki bhookh se chamak rahi thi. Khoon ke chhinte hawa mein ud rahe the, haddiyan tootne ki awaaz goonj rahi thi, aur spiritual urja talwaar ki tarah har taraf apni dehshat fehla rahi thi. Ek attacker ne apne dushman ke pet mein ek tez dhaar wala khanjar ghusa diya, jisse uska khoon zameen par fountain ki tarah behne laga.



Yeh akela yodha koi aur nahi, Arjun Rathore tha, Rajputana Rajya ka ek zabardast senapati. 130 saal ki umar mein, woh level 51 par tha, Spiritual King stage ka ek bahadur aadmi jiska future suraj ki tarah ujwal tha. Uska chehra jawaan tha, sharir ek yoddha ka, aur uski har harkat mein ek sexy swag tha jo uski female followers ko uska diwana bana deta tha.



Lekin aaj, char barabar ke haramzadon se ladte hue, uski haalat kharab ho rahi thi. Uska armor tukde-tukde ho chuka tha, chehra khoon se latpath, aur ek gehra zakhm uski chaati par chhati ke kareeb dikh raha tha, jahan se khoon rukne ka naam nahi le raha tha.



“Arjun, tu chutiya hai kya?” ek hamalawar ne tana mara, uski awaaz mein nafrat saaf jhalak rahi thi. “Tune seriously socha ki tere jaisa naya raja ek mid-level spiritual kshetra le sakta hai? Teri neech family iss kshetra ka raja banne ke kabil hi nahi hai, saale!”



Kuch waqt pehle, Rajya ne ek aise ilaake ka batwara kiya tha jo spiritual urja se bhara hua tha—yahan ke hisab se toh yeh sona tha. Purana hakim parivar Rajya chhodkar bhaag gaya tha, aur har shahi parivar is mauke ke liye lalchaya hua tha. Arjun ne apne khoon-pasine se yeh kshetra jeeta tha, aur uska sapna tha ki is zameen se uska khandaan ek bada naam banaye. Lekin itni badi cheez ek chhoti si shahi family ke paas? Yeh kaise kisi bade shahi parivaar ko gawara hoga.



Dusra hamalawar, ek gandi muskurahat ke saath, bola, “Khush ho ja, harami. Jab hum tujhe kaat daalenge, toh tere launde ko chhod denge. Aur usse teri ‘virasat’ ke naam par Kaalivan ka woh sookha kachra de denge!”



Kaalivan ek banjar ilaaka tha—jahan ki spiritually ekdum bekar thi.



“Tum saale kutte!” Arjun ne gusse se dhaadte hue kaha, khoon thookte hue. Usne apni talwaar ek attacker ke haath par maari, jisse uski kalai katkar alag ho gayi aur khoon ka fawwara chhoot pada.



“Tumhe lagta hai main aise hi mar jaunga bina tum mein se kisi ko jahannum le jaye?”



Ek jungli daahaad ke saath, Arjun ne apni saari spiritual urja ko ek kaale maut ke gole mein samet liya. Uski Spiritual King ki jeevan shakti—jo use 1,600 saal ki zindagi de sakti thi—chand second mein khatam ho gayi. Uska jawaan, handsome chehra ekdum murjha gaya, ek buddhe mai badal gaya, baal safed ho gaye, aur sharir ek pal mein qabar ke kareeb pahunch gaya.



“Bhenchod! Yeh pagal apni jaan dekar humein khatam karna chahta hai! Bhaago saalon!” ek hamalawar chilla utha, lekin uski awaaz dhamake ke shor mein dab gayi.



BOOM!



Ek vishal dhamaka hua, jisse 20 meter ke daayre mein sab kuch tabah ho gaya. Zameen phat gayi, charon taraf mitti, patther aur deewaron ke tukde ud kar bikharne lage, aur dhamake ke beech se teen hamalawar ladkhadate hue bahar nikal aaye, lekin unke sharir khoon se latpath tha, ek ka haath katkar gayab ho chuka tha, dusre ke pet se khoon beh raha tha. Chautha adhmara hokar door ud kar gira pada tha, uski saansein ekdum band hone ke kagaar par thi, uska chehra jal chuka tha. Laashein, khoon, aur toote hue samaan har taraf bikhar huye the, aur ek bada patthar ek chhote se ladke ki taraf tezi se jaa raha tha.



“Aree, yeh kya!” 9 saal ka Aryan Rathore chilla utha, uske bhure baal hawa mein ud rahe the, peeth par hara school bag latka hua tha, aur chehra abhi bhi bachpane se bhara tha. Woh Spiritual Academy ke samne apne baap se milne aaya tha, apne school ke aakhiri din ke baad, jab woh apni cultivation ki duniya mein pehla kadam rakhne wala tha. Uski aankhon mein apne baap ke liye pyar tha, aur thodi si naughty sharaarat, jo uski umar ke ladkon mein hoti hai.



Lekin woh bada sa patthar seeda usko akar lag gya . “AHH!” uski cheekh uske muh se nikalne se pehle hi dab gayi, uska chhota sa sharir zameen par gir gaya, khoon uske muh se behne laga, aur uski hari uniform khoon se laal ho gayi. Uska ek haath toot chuka tha, aur pet mein ek gehra zakhm tha jahan se khoon beh raha tha.



Aryan behosh ho gaya. Thodi der mein, haalaat shant hue, aur Rajya ke sipahi wahan pahunch gaye, tabahi ko sambhalne aur mare hue logon ko dekhne. Zameen par laashen bichhi thi, khoon ke dhabbe har taraf fehle hue the, aur dhool abhi bhi hawa mein ud rahi thi.



“Arre, yeh toh Senapati Rathore ka launda hai, na?” ek sipahi ne dheere se kaha, Aryan ke khoon se sane sharir ko dekhkar.



“Haan, aur iski haalat toh ekdum kharab hai, bhenchod. Ise jaldi haveli le chalo. Devraj bhai, woh jo mukhya sewak hai, spiritual chikitsa mein ustaad hai. Agar woh bhi isse nahi bacha paya, toh koi nahi bacha sakta. Chal, jaldi utha!” dusre sipahi ne kaha, joki ek budhe aadmi ke saath Aryan ke behosh sharir ko utha raha tha.



Jab Aryan ko haveli le jaya ja raha tha, ek bhari awaaz uske dimaag mein gungi. “Beta, teri haalat ekdum kharab hai, lekin is sab ke bawajood, tujhe ek aisa mauka mila hai jo koi bhi apne sapne mein bhi nahi dekh sakta.”



Aryan ne darr ke maare kaha, “Kaun hai be tu? Kahan se bol raha hai?”



“Darr mat, tu maut ke darwaze par hai, lekin yahi toh mazedaar baat hai. Mera naam Shivendra Pratap hai, aur main tere dimaag ke andar hoon.”



Aryan ko vishwas nahi hua. “Shiv… Shivendra Pratap? Woh jo hamari duniya ka pehla Devta tha?”



“Haan, wahi hoon, lekin pehla Devta nahi, bas pehla banda jo us level tak gaya,” Shivendra ne jawab diya, thodi si hasi ke saath.



Aryan ne pucha, “Tere kehne ka matlab? Tu mere dimaag mein kaise ghusa?”



Shivendra ne samjhaya, “Haan, tu meri virasat pa raha hai, isliye meri aatma ka yeh tukda tere dimaag se seedha baat kar sakta hai. Yeh isliye ho raha hai kyunki tune meri virasat ke liye jo shartein chahiye, wo puri kar di. Lekin apne aap ko Shahenshah mat samajh.



Yeh bas isliye hua kyunki tu yahan tha, aur yeh tera maut ke kareeb wala scene ne tere Sharirik Dhancha badal diya. Aur kuch wajahon se, main koi perfect waris ka wait nahi kar sakta tha, toh main tere paas aaya.”



Aryan ne poocha, “Mera Sharirik Dhancha badal gaya? Yeh kya bakwas hai?”



“Haan, sun. Sharirik Dhanche paanch type ke hote hain: Sadharan, Yoddha, Raja, Sant, aur Divya. Pehle tera dhancha Raja-grade ka tha, lekin is haadse ke baad, yeh ek mutant Sadharan-grade ka ho gaya hai, jo lagataar badhkar Divya-grade tak ja sakta hai. Yeh shayad isliye hua kyunki tera Dhancha pehle se hi thoda alag tha, aur is patthar ke lagne se tere sharir mein ek anomaly ban gayi, jisse yeh rare cheez hui.”



“Agar mai iss jagah ki baat karoon toh, yeh ilaaka mere zamane mein spiritual urja ka khazana tha. Isliye maine apna Antriksh Rajya yahan paas hi banaya tha. Lekin mujhe kya pata tha ki kuch million saal mein yeh jagah itni sookhi ho jayegi… Mere waqt mein yeh Spiritual Sages paida kar sakta tha, lekin ab? Yahan Spiritual Emperors bhi nahi ban sakte.”



Shivendra ne bolna jaati rakha, “Beta, meri virasat tujhe itni taakat degi ki tera talent Swarna talent se bhi upar hoga. Lekin ek wada karna padega, aur yeh koi mazak nahi hai.”



Is duniya mein talent ko paanch shreniyon mein baanta jaata hai: Safed, Neela, Kala, Chandi, aur Swarna. Talent matlab samajh, jo cultivation ke stages ke aage badhne ki do zaroori cheezon mein se ek hai. Dusra hai spiritual urja ka jama hona. Swarna talent wale bande ko pehli rukawat Spiritual Devta level par aati hai, aur us level tak pahunchne ka chance 50% se zyada hota hai.



“Wada? Kaisa wada, bol na?” Aryan ne utsaukta se poocha.



Shivendra ne gahri awaaz mein kaha, “Jab main zinda tha, mujhe ek khaas bhavishyavani ki taakat thi. Iske karan, maine ek sapna dekha, jisme is duniya ko ek bahari khatre ka saamna karna padta hai, jo bahut door future mein aayega.”



“Bahut kam log yeh jaante hain, lekin sach yeh hai ki hum is universe mein akele nahi hain. Hum khushkismat hain ki unhone ab tak humein nahi dhunda. Darr mat, unki cultivation bhi hamari tarah level 100 tak hi hai. Lekin wo humse kahi zyada hain. Jaise, humein teen ya char Devta ek saath hona bhi bhut badi baat lagti hai, lekin unke paas ek hi waqt mein 10 ya 15 Devta hote hain.”



“Is sapne ke baad, maine apni virasat ikatha karni shuru ki, kyunki mere waqt mein main yeh problem solve nahi kar saka. Wajah thi spiritual urja ki kami. Tu galat mat samajh, problem yeh hai ki yeh urja duniya mein itni faili hui hai ki hum iska 30% bhi nahi le sakte. Yeh ek biological limit hai. Lekin, kuch spiritual paudhe aur dawaiyan is urja ko kheench sakti hain, aur isi ke zariye hum level 100 tak jaate hain.”



“Jab koi level 100 par pahunchta hai, toh woh space ko do guna kar sakta hai aur Antriksh Rajya bana sakta hai. Yeh rajya aasman aur dharti ki urja ko kheenchkar apne andar ek cultivation ka swarg bana deta hai.”



“Is jagah ko taiyaar karne ke liye, maine apne jeevan ke aakhiri 1,000 saal laga diye, paanch baar space ko doguna kiya, aur ek aisa rajya banaya jo kai million saalon baad itni urja jama kar sake ki koi soch bhi na sake.”



“Ab sun, kuch dashakon pehle, yeh rajya pura taiyaar ho gaya tha. Yahi meri asli virasat hai. Tujhe is space ka istemal karke is duniya ke cultivation ka level badhana hoga. Kaise? Yeh tujhe meri virasat ki jankari ke baad khud samajh aa jayega.”



“Yehi sab hai jo hai, beta. Mujhe disappoint mat karna, warna yeh saari duniya gulami mein jakad jayegi. Abh sun meri akhri baat, teri yeh haalat aur meri virasat ke karan, tu shayad kuch saalon tak behosh rahega.”



Sari baat sunne ke baad Aryan ne dil se kaha, “Main apni puri jaan laga dunga ki yeh mauka jo muje mila hai woh barbaad na ho.”



Aryan ki baat sun kar, Shivendra ne alvida kaha, “Chal, good luck, launde. Tu jeet jaye, yahi dua hai.”





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Jahan Aryan ke dimaag mai yeh sab chal raha tha toh wahin uske dimaag ke bahar woh ek kamre mai leta huya tha aur Devraj uska ilaaj karne mai viyast tha. Uska chehra abhi bhi khoon aur paseene se sana hua tha, aur uski chhoti si body ek laash jaisi padi thi. Lekin uske hosh mein aane ka koi chance nahi dikh raha tha.



Aur is tarah, chhe saal ek jhatke mein guzar gaye.



To be continued……..

Bahot dhamekar Kahani likh rehe ho Bhai
Shaandar shuruwat

 

[Naik]

Chapter 2: Jaagna





Pichhle chhe saalon mein, jabse Aryan Rathore behosh tha, uske wafadar mukhya sewak Devraj ne uske sharir par kai khaas spiritual dawaiyan lagayi aur bahar se bhi madad dhoondne ki koshish ki. Lekin koi khaas safalta nahi mili.



Aryan ki maa, jo kabhi-kabhi hi usse milne aati thi, usne bhi apne hisab se koshish ki, lekin afsos, kuch aisa tha jo Aryan ko jagne se rok raha tha, jaise koi baddua usse lagi ho.



Is dauran, Senapati Arjun Rathore par hue us khooni hamle ke baad kai badlaav aaye the. Maslan, Surkhila Kshetra, jo Rajputana Rajya mein cultivation ke liye sabse behtareen jagah thi, woh Arjun ke parivar ko milni chahiye thi. Lekin uski jagah, yeh kshetra Rajya ki sabse badi shahi family, Shekhawat khandaan, ke haathon chala gaya. Shekhawat parivaar ke pass aisa sena bal tha jo bas rajvansh se thoda hi kam tha.



Shekhawaton ne Raja par dabav dala ki Surkhila Kshetra, jo Rathore parivar ko diya gaya tha, usko unse le liya jaaye. Unka kehna tha ki Arjun toh mar chuka hai, aur uska ek hi beta hai, jisne kabhi koi rajya ke leye yogdaan nahi diya aur abhi bhi maut se lad raha hai, uske liye aisi zameen ka kya matlab? Aise hi, mahinon ki baatcheet ke baad, Shekhawaton ne Surkhila Kshetra apne naam kar liya.



Aur Aryan? Usko ‘bakshees’ mein mili Kaalivan ki banjar zameen—ek aisa ilaaka jo bada toh tha, lekin spiritual urja ke mamle mein ekdum khokhla, jansankhya sabse kam, aur Rajya ki sabse gandi arthvyavastha wala rajya.



Aur Kaalivan ka naya raja chhe saal se behosh pada tha. Isi ke chalte Kaalivan ke logon ke dil mein Aryan ke liye nafrat paida ho gayi. Raja ke hukm ka virodh toh woh nahi kar sakte the, isliye yeh nafrat bas is kamzor bacche par nikalti thi.



Ab Aryan Rathore 15 saal ka ho chuka tha, aur usne cultivation ke paanch saal barbaad kar diye the, kyunki cultivation ki shuruaat das saal ki umar se hoti hai—woh perfect waqt jab sharir taiyaar hota hai. 15 saal ke umar mein, Rajya ke sabse talented ladke level 20 se 29 ke beech hote hain, jo Spiritual Beginner stage hai, cultivation ka teesra charan. Lekin Aryan? Woh abhi bhi pehle charan, Sharir Adhaar, level 0 par tha—ek aise sadharan insaan ka level jisne zindagi mein kabhi cultivation nahi ki!



Lekin yeh thodi si der itni buri nahi thi. Kyunki usne ek level 100 ke maharathi, Shivendra Pratap, ka gyaan hasil kiya tha! Uska talent, jo pehle black varg ka tha, ab Shivendra ke Divine-level talent ke saath Gold varg se bhi aage nikal gaya tha! Ab uske saamne bass ek hi rukawat thi—level 100 tak pahunchna, aur uske liye bhi uske paas 50% se zyada chance the.



Ab bas ek hi problem thi—Aryan ka jagna aur sahi matra mein urja ikattha karna. Haan, har level aur sharir ki ek seema hoti hai, toh koi bhi Spatial Kingdom ki divine dawaiyan kha kar ekdum se Devta nahi ban sakta. Agar usne aisa chutiyapa kiya, toh uska sharir ek second mein phat jayega!



Lekin uske paas jo Shivendra Pratap ka gyaan tha, uske karan yeh ek choti baat ban gayi thi.





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Aur aise hi, waqt guzarta gaya, aur aakhirkaar, ab jawaan ho chuka yeh ladka, jiska sharir chhe saal se behosh tha, jagne ke sanket dikhane laga. Usne apni aankhein kholi aur us jagah ko dekha jahan woh tha.



Yeh uska kamra tha, bilkul waisa hi jaise usne us manhoos din chhoda tha. Ek kitaabon ki almaari thi, jisme dawaiyon, goliyon, rajneeti, aur Spiritual Academy mein sikhi hui kai zaroori cheezon ke baare mein kitaabein thi. Iske alawa, ek bada wardrobe, ek padhai ka jagah, aur uska bistar. Aryan, ek shahi hone ke bawajood, ek sada insaan tha, toh uska kamra fuzool cheezon se bhara nahi tha.



Usi pal, Aryan ko sab yaad aane laga—apne baap ki maut, Shivendra Pratap ki virasat—aur uski aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. “Mere papa ne apni jaan de di… Main abhi kuch nahi kar sakta. Mujhe cultivation par focus karna hoga. Nahi toh mai mere pita ki maut ka badla kaise loonga?”



Aryan ekdum shant aur gambhir tha. Chhe saal behosh rehne ke bawajood, uski soch abhi bhi ek 9 saal ke bacche jaisi honi chahiye thi, lekin aisa nahi tha. Shivendra Pratap ke 50,000 saal ke jeevan ka gyaan usse haasil ho chuka tha, Aryan ab uski umar se kahi zyada mature ho chuka tha.



“Jo gyaan mujhe mila hai, uske hisab se Cultivation mein 11 stages hote hain, ek ke baad ek, jaise level-up karna—Sharir Adhaar, Sankraman, Spiritual Beginner, Warrior, General, King, Emperor, Saint, Sage, Demigod, aur phir Devta! Har stage ke saath taakat aur zindagi double hoti hai. Spiritual Beginner se shuru karke, har level par hum zyada lambi zindagi jeete hai—Devta toh 50,000 saal tak jee sakta hai, bhenchod! Aur har stage par hamari spiritual urja ekdum rocket ki tarah badhti hai. Jaise, level 69 ka banda level 59 se saat guna zyada taakatvar hota hai, aur ek Devta? Woh level 99 Demigod se gyarah guna zyada powerful hota hai!



“Iske alawa, Spiritual Emperor banne par koi ud sakta hai, agar sharir nasht ho jaye toh Spiritual Saint ke roop mein woh ek aatma ke roop mein thodi der jee sakta hai, aur woh phirse apna sharir bana sakta hai ya kisi aur ka sharir le sakta hai. Spiritual Sage Stage par koi antriksh mein safar kar sakta hai, aur level 100 par Spatial Kingdoms bana sakta hai.”



“Tch! Aur woh Spiritual Academy ke buddhe apne aap ko bada samajhte the kyunki hamare Rajya mein Spiritual Kings the. Kitne jahil the woh…”



“Agar mai mere Sharirik Dhanche ki baat karoon toh, Hahaha, yeh toh ekdum jackpot hai! Pehle yeh King-grade ka tha, lekin us haadse ne isse ek mutant Sadharan-grade bana diya, jo dheere-dheere Devin-grade tak jayega—woh level jahan bande Devta bante hain! Aur, yeh Dhancha ek secret weapon hai—yeh har cultivation level par mujhe thodi extra spiritual urja store karne deta hai, shuru mein 5% zyada, aur jab Devin-grade tak pahunchunga, toh 40% zyada! Matlab, main apne level ke har bande se kahi zyada taakatvar hunga.



Usi waqt, Aryan ke kamre ka darwaza khula, aur ek adhed umar ka aadmi andar aaya. Yeh Devraj tha, mare hue Senapati Rathore ka sewak. Woh 150 saal ka tha aur level 45 par tha.

Jab usne dekha ki Aryan bistar par baitha hai, woh ekdum uski taraf dauda, jaise koi chamatkar ho gaya ho. “Chhote sahab, kya aap abhi jaage? Aap kaisa mehsoos kar rahe hain?”



“Main theek hoon, Devraj chacha. Abhi jaaga hoon. Aisa lag raha hai jaise main ek lambi neend ke baad utha hoon,”



Aryan ne sacchai se kaha. Aakhir, Devraj uske papa ke saath kayi dashakon se hai, uske janm se pehle se, aur Aryan ki zindagi mein, jab uske papa zinda the, Devraj woh doosra insaan tha jiske bharose woh reh sakta tha.



“Bahut badhiya! Chhote sahab, itne saalon baad, mujhe darr tha ki shayad aap kabhi na jaagein,” Devraj ne gambhir chehre se kaha.



“Hmm, mere papa par hamle ke baad kitna waqt guzar gaya?”



“Chhe saal, chhote sahab. Master ke guzar jane ke baad, aapko yahan laya gaya, aur in saalon mein, main har sambhav koshish kar raha tha aapko jagane ki. Aapki maa, Malti ji, ne bhi bahut madad ki.”



“Malti ne yeh kiya? Jaise unhe koi parwah hai meri. Mere life ke 9 saalon mein maine unhe paanch baar mushkil se dekha hoga. Main toh soch raha tha ki woh is waqt ka maja le rahi hongi kyunki unhe mujhse milne nahi aana padta hoga,” Aryan ne mazakiya lehje se kaha, apni dur rehne wali maa ke baare mein.



Adhed aadmi ne jawab diya, “Aisa mat bolo, chhote sahab. Malti ji ke kandhon par bahut zimmedariyan hain. Malti ji ke peeche ek badi shakti hai, ek secretive group jo Rajya ke bade-bade faisle control karta hai. Unke orders ke wajah se woh itni busy rehti hai.”



“Tch, yeh bas unka bahana hai, yeh sab chhododo, mujhe pichhle chhe saalon mein kya kya hua, woh batao.”



Phir Devraj aur Aryan ne agle kuch ghanton tak baat ki, us dauran hui ghatnaon ke baare mein.



“Toh yeh haal hai… Abhi ke liye humein yeh haalat accept karni hogi kyunki humare paas badla lene ka koi tareeka nahi hai. Lekin sab kuch bura nahi hai. Kaalivan ko shayad sudhara ja sakta hai.”



Jab Aryan ne yeh kaha, usne turant Spatial Kingdom mein jane ka socha, aur woh yeh dekhna chahta tha ki woh wahan kya kar sakta hai. Aakhir mai, kisi se sunna alag baat hai, aur apni aankhon se dekhna alag.



Woh gambhirta se sochne laga, “Mujhe Spatial Kingdom mein jana hoga taaki wahan ka haal samajh sakun, phir main Kaalivan ke problems ke saath deal karunga. Mujhe kuch resources lekar cultivation bhi shuru karni hogi. Main yeh dekhna chahta hoon ki Gold se upar ka talent kaisa kaam karta hai.”



Spatial Kingdom mein jane ke liye, uske right hand ki ungli mein ek ajeeb si angoothi thi, jo usse virasat ke waqt Shivendra ki aatma ke tukde ne di thi. Yeh angoothi Aryan ke alawa kisi aur ko dikhayi nahi deti thi, aur yeh uske liye Spatial Kingdom mein aane-jane ka zariya thi, chahe woh kahan bhi ho. Bilkul ek teleportation device jaisa.





To be continued………

Tow Aryan jaag gaya 6 saali ke Baad Lekin ab bahot Kuch badal gaya h jo Aryan ko theek Karna Hoga
Behtareen shaandar update

 

[F@ckYouBitch]

Bahot dhamekar Kahani likh rehe ho Bhai
Shaandar shuruwat

Tow Aryan jaag gaya 6 saali ke Baad Lekin ab bahot Kuch badal gaya h jo Aryan ko theek Karna Hoga
Behtareen shaandar update

Naik yes bro

 

[Naik]

Chapter 3: Antriksh Rajya Mein Kadam







Suryanagar mein raat ka andhera chha gaya tha, Rajputana Rajya ki rajdhani ekdum shant thi, lekin ek haveli ke kamre mein 15 saal ka Aryan Rathore ek jung ka plan bana raha tha. Uska chehra gambhir tha, aankhein junoon se bharpoor, aur dil mein ek hi khayal—Antriksh Rajya. Woh bas Devraj ke nikalne ka wait kar raha tha taaki woh chupke se us divine duniya mein ghus sake, jahan uska bhavishya chhupa tha.



Devraj abhi bhi Kaalivan ke safar ki taiyari mein laga tha, jo do din baad shuru hone wala tha. Woh haveli ke nokaron aur sipahiyon ke liye gaadiyan aur spiritual janwar ka intezam kar raha tha, apni wafadari ko nibhaate hue.



Jab Aryan ko laga ki ab woh akela hai, usne apni right hand ki ungli mein chhupi angoothi ko apni soch ke saath activate kiya. Ek pal mein uska sharir halka hua, jaise hawa mein ghul gaya, aur whoosh—woh apne kamre se gayab ho gaya.



Agle hi second, Aryan ke charon taraf ka mahaul badal gaya. Usne apne aaspaas ke nazaare dekhe aur uski aankhein chamak uthi. Antriksh Rajya ek anant, vishaal duniya thi, jiska koi ant nahi dikh raha tha. Suryanagar mein raat ke bawajood, yahan din ka ujala tha, jaise koi alag grah ho. Spiritual urja itni ghani thi ki Aryan ke sharir ke rom-rom mein ek jhatka sa laga—yeh Suryanagar se hazar guna zyada thi! Hawa mein ek mitha sa nasha tha, jo uske andar ek aag jala raha tha.



Wahan pe haazaro lakhon darakht the jo har tarah ke the—kuch toh aise jo ek khatarnak urja chhod rahe the, jaise woh zinda shaitan ho.



Lekin Aryan, jiska cultivation abhi shuru bhi nahi hua tha, unki asli power ko nahi samajh saka. Phir bhi, uska dil josh se thar-thara raha tha.



Wahan ek badi si jheel thi, jiska paani itna saaf ki usmein aasman jhalak raha tha. Jheel ke paas ek khula maidan tha, aur uske kareeb ek shandaar haveli khadi thi, jiski deewarein sone jaisi chamak rahi thi.



Thodi der chalte hue, Aryan ne kai spiritual paudhe dekhe, jo uske Shivendra Pratap se mile gyaan ke hisab se Spiritual Sages tak ke kaam aa sakte the! Har paudha ek khazana tha, lekin uski aankhon mein thodi si mayoosi bhi thi.



“Saala, inko use karne mein toh abhi saalon lag jayenge…” usne socha, lekin uska junoon ek pal ke liye bhi nahi ruka.

Aakhirkaar, woh haveli tak pahuncha.



Yeh ek samudri kinaare wali mahal jaisi thi—jheel ke saath ek bada sa maidan, jo cultivation ke liye ekdum swarg tha. Andar ghuste hi, Aryan ne dekha ki wahan 20 se zyada kamre the, kai saare bathroom, teen bade halls—ek mein ek badi si mez aur 12 kursiyan, doosre do mein shandaar sofe aur aaramdeh kursiyan. Sab kuch itna sundar tha ki Aryan ek pal ke liye dang reh gaya. Lekin ek khaas kamra ne uska dhyan kheench liya.



Shivendra ki yaadon ke hisab se, us kamre mein teen antriksh angoothiyan thi. Inmein the hathiyar, spiritual crystats, aur techniques jo cultivation mai kaam aati thi jaise movement , attack, soul, healing, aur bhi bahut kuch. Aryan ka dil tezi se dhadakne laga, uske lye yeh sab khazane se kam nahi tha.



“Jahan tak mujhe pata hai, techniques ko paanch vargon mein baanta gaya hai: White, Blue, Black, Silver, aur Gold. Yeh is baat par depend karta hai ki kitni spiritual urja technique mein convert hoti hai—40%, 50%, 70%, 100%, aur 200%,” Aryan ne apne aap se kaha, uska dimaag tezi se kaam kar raha tha.



Matlab, agar koi ek hi urja ke saath Blue technique use kare, aur koi Golden, toh doosra banda chaar guna zyada taakatvar hoga!



“Yeh techniques charanon mein bhi baati hain. Ek aisi technique chunna behtar hai jiske 11 charan ho, kyunki yeh aakhri cultivation stages mein bhi full taakat deti hain,” usne socha, Shivendra ke gyaan ko yaad karte hue.



Is duniya mein ek sakht rule tha—har cultivation charan mein sirf ek technique seekh sakte the. Isliye chunna soch-samajh kar padta tha, kyunki agar technique badalni padi, toh kam charan wali leni padti thi, jo high levels par hame nuksaan de sakti thi. Har charan ek technique ki visheshta ko badhata tha—jaise koi attack technique ka area, ya uski taakat—lekin yeh tabhi badhta jab cultivator us charan ko master kar leta hai.



“Pehli technique cultivation wali honi chahiye, kyunki bina iske koi urja ikatthi nahi kar sakta. Uske baad, log aksar Sankraman stage mein attack aur Spiritual Beginner stage mein raksha wali technique chunte hain,”



Antriksh angoothiyon ko check karte hue, usne dekha ki yahan zyadatar techniques Golden ya Silver varg ki thi.



“Yeh hathiyar… Saale, yeh toh tab tak mai use nahi kar sakta jab tak main level 60 ka na ho jaun. Usse pehle kahin mai mar hi na jayun!” usne haskar kaha, lekin uski aankhein abhi bhi khazane par thi.



Angoothiyon mein khojte hue, usne ek 11-charan wali cultivation technique dikhi, Goldena varg ki, jiska naam tha Suryadev Shwas. Ismein ek khaas kshamata thi—din ke waqt spiritual urja ko do guna tezi se kheenchne ki, aur aage ke charanon mein iski taakat aur badhti thi.



“Suryadev Shwas, huh… Tu abse tu hai meri pehli technique,Aryan ne muskurate hue kaha, uski aankhon mein ek shaitani chamak thi.



Uske baad, usne thodi der aur wahan bitayi, sabse low-grade items ikattha kiye, kyunki itni kimti cheezon ko le jana ya use karna bina kisi takat ke leye uske leye hi hanikarak sidh ho sakta tha. Usne Devraj ke liye bhi ek Silver varg ki cultivation technique chuni, kyunki uske paas aisi high-grade technique hone ki sambhavna na matar hi thi.



Aakhirkaar, usne agle kuch ghante ke leye apni nayi Suryadev Shwas technique ke saath cultivation shuru kardi. Uska sharir ekdum garam ho gaya, jaise andar koi aag jal rahi ho. Pasina tapak raha tha, lekin jab usne level 1 tak ka safar poora kiya, uske chehre par ek khatarnak muskaan thi.





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“Is raftaar se, main ek mahine se kam mein level 10, yaani Sankraman stage ki shuruaat, tak pahunch jaunga,” uska sharir pasine se bheega hua tha, lekin aankhein khushi se chamak rahi thi.



“Yeh spiritual crystals… Yahan crore mai hai ja keh lo ke anginat hai, lekin sab high-grade ke. Mera sharir inki urja ko tab tak nahi jhel sakta jab tak main Spiritual Saint stage tak na pahunch jaun.”



Spiritual crystals teen tarah ke hote the: low, medium, aur high concentration ke. High-grade wale low-grade se 10,000 guna aur medium-grade se 100 guna zyada urja rakhte the. Low-grade level 20 se 49 ke liye, medium-grade level 50 se 69 ke liye, aur high-grade level 70 ke upar walon ke liye the. Sharir Adhaar aur Sankraman stage mein crystals isliye nahi use hote kyunki yeh stages sharir aur aatma ko taiyaar karte hain, jo Spiritual Beginner stage se mazboot hote hain.



“Mujhe Spiritual Beginner stage ke liye low-grade crystals dhoondne padenge. Papa ne thodi daulat toh chhodi hi hogi, lekin chhe saal baad kitna bacha hoga? Aur Kaalivan mein vyapaar ka bhi toh bandobast karna hai,” Aryan ne socha, uska dimaag ek vyapari ki tarah chal raha tha.



“Ab wapas jana chahiye, warna Devraj chacha ko shak ho jayega. Unpar bharosa hai, lekin yeh Antriksh Rajya ka raaz abhi nahi kholunga. Kam se kam Kaalivan pahunchne tak toh wait karna padega. Aur Kaalivan… Main is Rajya ki madad se uski banjar zameen ko hara-bhara kar dunga!” usne apne aap se wada kiya.



Yeh sochkar, Aryan apne kamre mein wapas teleport kiya aur so gaya.



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Subah jab woh utha, Devraj already nikal chuka tha kuch zaroori kaam niptaane. Haveli ki bawarchan ne Aryan ka nashta diya aur bataya ki Devraj ne message chhoda hai—safar ka sab bandobast dopahar tak ho jayega.



Rathore parivar ek naya shahi khandaan tha, toh unke paas zyada spiritual janwar ya gaadiyan nahi thi. Isliye Devraj ko yeh sab rent par lena pada. Bhale hi zyada samaan nahi tha, lekin 20 nokar aur 10 sipahi, jo Arjun ke marne ke baad bhi uske paarivar ke prati wafadar hai, unke liye bhi usko bandobast karna tha.





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Dopahar hote-hote, 12 gaadiyan Suryanagar ke dakshin se nikal padi, Kaalivan ki taraf, jo 4,000 kilometer door tha, Rajputana Rajya ki seema ke kareeb, jahan do aur barabar ke rajyon ki seemayein milti thi. Yeh safar ek hafte se kam mein poora hona tha, kyunki gaadiyan Spiritual Warrior stage ke janwaron se chali thi, jo ek din mein 1,000 kilometer tak cover kar sakte the—ghodon jaisa dikhne wale jaanwar, lekin unse kahi zyada khatarnak.





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Isi dauran, Shekhawat khandaan ke ek shahi mahal mein, Suryanagar ke ek shant hisse mein, do budhe shatranj khel rahe the, spiritual chai peete hue. Ek ka chehra shant tha, jaise duniya ki koi fikar nahi—yeh tha Omkar Shekhawat, Shekhawat khandaan ka mukhiya, level 57 Spiritual King. Usne chandi ka kurta pehna tha, safed baal aur badi si daadhi uski shaan badha rahi thi.



Dusra tha Vikram Shekhawat, level 52, woh harami jo Arjun Rathore ke qatl ka zimmedar tha, jo usne Omkar ke hukm par kiya tha. Usne kala kurta pehna tha, uske baal bhure the, aur chehra itna gambhir ki koi paas bhi na aaye.



“Pramukh, woh Rathore ka launda kuch ghante pehle shahar chhodkar Kaalivan ki taraf nikal gaya, apne bache hue nokar aur sipahiyon ke saath. Suna hai woh do din pehle poori tarah theek ho gaya,”

Vikram ne chai ka sip lete hue kaha.



“Hum unpar hamla karein kya jab woh safar kar rahe hain?” usne sandeh se poocha.



Omkar ne shatranj ki chaal chalte hue haskar kaha, “Koi zarurat nahi, Vikram. Maine suna hai woh launda jaag gaya hai, lekin 15 saal ka hai aur abhi tak cultivation shuru nahi ki. Ab woh us banjar Kaalivan mein ja raha hai, jahan Spiritual Warriors bhi mushkil se paida hote hain.”



“Chahe usmein uske baap jaisa talent ho, phir bhi usse Arjun ke level tak pahunchne mein saalon, shayad ek sadi lagegi. Hum already level 50 ke upar hain, aur apni taakat badha rahe hain. Aur hamara khandaan? Sau experts ke saath ek sena hai!” usne apni daadhi sehlate hue kaha, uski aankhon mein ek khatarnak chamak thi.



“Chahe woh badla lene ka sapna dekhe, uske chances ekdum zero hain. Usse aur uske kutton ko bhool ja. Devraj bhi humein chhoo nahi sakta.”



Yeh kehkar, dono budhe shatranj khelte rahe, jab tak Omkar ne game jeet nahi liya. Phir woh alag hue, lekin Omkar wahi ruka, mahal ke jharokhe ki taraf dekhta hua, ek gandi si muskaan ke saath.



“Surkhila Kshetra ab hamare haathon mein hai. Agle kuch dashakon mein, Shekhawat khandaan itna bada ho jayega ki Mathur kutte bhi, apni saari daulat ke bawajood, humein rok nahi payenge! Hahaha!”



To be continued……..

Bahot khoob badhiya shaandar update

 

[Naik]

Chapter 5: Command Haasil Karna






Aryan Rathore gaadi se utra toh usne dekha ki Sukha Nagar ki haveli ke darwaze ke paas kuch sipahi line mein khade the. Yeh jagah Suryanagar wali haveli jaisi badi nahi thi, lekin theek-thaak size ki thi. Doosri aur teesri manzil ke saath, yeh safed rang ki thi, jo is banjar ilaake mein zyada dikhayi nahi deti thi. Haveli ke aaspaas ek bhi paudha nahi tha—bas ek khali zameen, ek bada sa fence, aur darwaza.



Tabhi ek mota sa adhed aadmi, jiske baal thodi safed aur daadi bikhri hui thi, safed kurte mein, darwaze ki taraf aaya. Sipahi uski taraf dekh rahe the, jaise koi drama dekhne ki taiyaari ho. Yeh aadmi tha Kaalivan ka regent, jo chhe saal se yahan ka bandobast kar raha tha.



Asal mein, pichhle do din se Sukha Nagar ke zyadatar sipahi aur afsar is din ke liye taiyaari kar rahe the. Chhe saal baad, unka naya raja aane wala tha! Lekin zyadatar logon ko koi farak nahi padta tha ki kaun raja hai—Kaalivan ke itne saare maslon ke saath, unhe bas orders follow karne the, aur unka naam badalne se zyada kuch nahi hota tha.



Par kuch log pareshan the. Unhe apna status toh maintain karna hi tha, aur agar naya raja bekar nikla toh unka nuksaan ho sakta tha. Sunne mein aaya tha ki yeh ladka abhi tak cultivation bhi shuru nahi kiya—kahi yeh nikamma toh nahi?



Jo mota aadmi tha, usne apna intro diya. “Sukha Nagar mein swagat hai, mera naam hai Nandlal Sharma, aur main pichhle chhe saal se Kaalivan ka bandobast kar raha hoon, Rajputana ke maharaja ke hukm se. Mujhe yahan naye raja ka intezaar karne aur usse command saunpne ka order tha.” Usne thodi bechaini ke saath kaha, jaise usse yahan se bhaagna ho.



“Chalo mere saath, main apko purana daftar dikhata hoon. Wahan sabse zaroori cheezon ka bandobast kar deta hoon,” Nandlal ne kaha. Aryan aur Devraj uske peeche haveli ke andar chale gaye.



“Chhote sahab, jab mujhe pata chala ki aap theek ho gaye hain, maine command change karne ka sab intezaam kar liya. Aaj hi sab zaroori jankari aapko de dunga,” Nandlal ne kaha, thodi jaldi mein.





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Kuch ghanton ki baat-cheet ke baad, Nandlal Sharma haveli se nikal gaya, uske chehre par ek badi si muskaan thi. Woh ab is gaddhe se nikal sakta tha! Usne ek minute bhi rukne ka socha nahi—subah se hi uska saara samaan pack tha, aur gaadi taiyaar khadi thi. Haveli se nikalte hi woh seedha nikal gaya, bina peeche dekhe, yeh dua karta hua ki kabhi wapas na aana pade.



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Haveli ke andar, Aryan apne naye daftar mein baitha tha, aur wahan uski mulakaat huyi purane regent ki secretary aur Sukha Nagar ke sipahi sardar se.



Secretary ka naam tha Meera, 27 saal ki, level 23, Blue talent. Woh dekhne mein sadharan thi, lekin uske curves ekdum mast the—aisi body jo nazar hatne na de! Usne ek tight salwar-kameez pehna tha, jo uske badan ko aur ubhar raha tha. Jab woh baat kar rahi thi, uski awaaz mein ek thodi si shaitani thi, aur Aryan ki taraf dekhkar woh halke se muskura rahi thi.



Sipahi sardar ka naam tha Pratap, 53 saal ka, level 35, Blue talent. Lamba, 1.9 meter se upar, uski aankhein teekhi thi, aur daayi taraf ek nishan uske chehre par tha, jo usse ekdum khatarnak dikhata tha.



Dono Kaalivan mein paida hue aur bade hue the. Meera pichhle paanch saal se sarkar ke liye kaam kar rahi thi, aur Pratap pichhle 25 saal se sipahi sardar tha, teen alag-alag regents ke neeche kaam kar chuka tha. Woh yahan ka sabse experienced aadmi tha, jo Aryan ki kaafi madad kar sakta tha.



Dono aur kuch aur afsaron se milne ke baad, Aryan apne daftar mein Devraj ke saath akela baith gaya, taaki jo jankari mili thi uspar baat kar sake. Unhe Kaalivan ki asli haalat ke baare mein kaafi kuch pata chal gaya tha.



Maslan, Sukha Nagar mein abhi 30,000 log rehte the, aur har saal ek low-grade spiritual crystal ka tax lagne se, sarkar ko 30,000 crystals ki income hoti thi. Iske alawa, yahan ki crystal mines se 24,000 low-grade crystals banate the, lekin mazdooron aur kharch ke baad sarkar ke haath mein sirf 25% aata tha—matlab 6,000 crystals. Total milakar, Kaalivan ki sarkar ko saal ke 36,000 low-grade crystals milte the.



Lekin kharcha bhi 12,000 crystals ka tha—30 sipahi aur shahar ke afsar ke liye—toh profit sirf 24,000 crystals ka banta tha. Par abhi haveli ke safe mein sirf 1,000 crystals hi the, bhenchod! Tax collection kuch din pehle hi hua tha, toh safe full hona chahiye tha, lekin Nandlal saala sab leke bhaag gaya tha! Itne crystals se toh sarkar ek mahine se zyada nahi chal sakti.



Aryan ko yeh bhi pata chala ki Kaalivan ka area 200,000 km² tha, jo bilkul bekar tha, bhale hi yeh ek plain zameen thi jo khetibadi ke liye perfect ho sakti thi. Par yeh ekdum banjar thi—koi bhi khetibadi nahi ho sakti thi. Purab mein ek jheel thi, jo ilaake ko paani deti thi. Kuch chhoti nadiyan bhi thi, lekin unper zyada dhyan nahi diya gaya tha. Bas inka istemaal samundar ke kinaare ke saath seafood ke liye hota tha, jo Sukha Nagar mein chhote level par trade hota tha—bas machhuaron ke parivar ke guzare ke liye.



Mining bhi thi, lekin itni kam thi ki uspar dhyan dene ka koi matlab nahi tha.

Aakhirkaar, Aryan ne Devraj se ek gambhir chehre ke saath poocha, “Devraj chacha, papa ne jo chhoda tha, usmein se kitne crystals bache hain?”



“Chhote sahab, pichhle chhe saal aur is safar ke baad, abhi 30,000 low-grade aur 500 medium-grade crystals bache hain,” Devraj ne jawab diya.



Aryan ne ek lambi saans li aur kaha, “Theek hai, bhale hi yeh zyada nahi hai, lekin shuruat ke liye kaafi hai. Main shahar ke aaspaas ki zameen dekhna chahta hoon, aur ek group banane ka soch raha hoon jo khetibadi ke liye meri madad kare. Mujhe lagta hai ki main is zameen ko theek kar sakta hoon—bas mujhe confirm karna hai.”



“Main yeh bhi chahta hoon ki array masters ke baare mein jankari ikatthi karo. Mujhe ek bada array chahiye jo shahar ke aaspaas spiritual energy ko badha sake. Abhi ke liye sirf jahi jankari chahiye, kyunki abhi hum jayda paisa nahi kharch sakte.”



“Aur spiritual blacksmiths ke baare mein bhi jankari chahiye. Jab humare paas kaafi crystals honge, toh mujhe pata hona chahiye ki kise aur kahan dhundhna hai,” Aryan ne kaha, uska dimaag ek yoddha ki tarah chal raha tha.



Arrays ek tarah ki formations hoti thi, jo spiritual energy ko alag-alag tarah se use karti thi—kabhi energy ko badhati thi, kabhi kisi area ko protect karti thi, ya kabhi daily life ke liye chhoti cheezon jaise light ya heat ke liye kaam aati thi. Is duniya mein technology toh nahi thi, lekin agar kaafi crystals ho toh log aaram ki zindagi jee sakte the. Jaise, chhote arrays jo roshni dete the, ya garmi ke liye kaam aate the.



Array masters woh log hote the jo in arrays ke liye special techniques cultivate karte the. Yeh log zyadatar ladaku nahi hote the, kyunki inke zyadatar techniques (max 10) arrays ke support ke liye hoti thi, na ki attack, defense, ya movement ke liye. Phir bhi, Spiritual World mein inki kaafi izzat thi.

Spiritual blacksmiths bhi kuch aise hi hote the, bas yeh spiritual equipment banane ke liye techniques cultivate karte the.



Devraj yeh sunte hi dang reh gaya. “Zameen theek karna? Chhote sahab, main aap par bharosa karna chahta hoon, lekin mujhe nahi lagta ki yeh zameen theek ho sakti hai.”



“Asal mein, is jagah ko Kaalivan kehne ki ek wajah hai. Yahan jo bhi paudha lagao, woh dheere-dheere mar jata hai, poora kaala ho jata hai, aur phir mitti mein mil jata hai. Kai experts ne try kiya, lekin sab fail ho gaye,” Devraj ne udaasi ke saath kaha.



Aryan ne socha ki ab waqt aa gaya hai Devraj ko apni virasat ke baare mein batane ka. “Devraj chacha, asal mein meri baat ke peeche ek wajah hai.”



“Chhe saal pehle, maine apne papa ko kho diya aur khud bhi marte-marte bacha, lekin mujhe ek bada mauka bhi mila. Mujhe Shivendra Pratap, ek Devta, ne chuna aur apni virasat di. Iske saath mujhe bahut saara gyaan mila, aur ek khaas jagah bhi, jahan bahut saari cheezein hain jo humein ab aur aage madad kar sakti hain. Jab main behosh tha, tab main yeh virasat haasil kar raha tha,” Aryan ne gambhir chehre ke saath kaha, aur ek golden scroll Devraj ki taraf phenk diya.



Devraj ne scroll ko dekha aur soch mein pad gaya. “Yeh toh… Arre, yeh nahi ho sakta!!!”



“Yeh… Yeh toh ek Golden-grade cultivation technique hai, Vishwas nahi hota, maine kabhi socha bhi nahi tha ki meri zindagi mein aisi cheez haath mein aayegi! Rajputana ke maharaja ke paas bhi toh bas Silver-grade technique hai,” Devraj ne scroll ko haath mein pakadte hue, aankhein phaad kar kaha.



“Chhote sahab, yeh toh ekdum zabardast hai! Aapko jaldi se is technique ko cultivate karna chahiye. Bhale hi ismein sirf 6 phases hain, phir bhi yeh meri techniques se kahi zyada behtar hai. Iske saath aap kuch dashakon mein Spiritual King ban sakte hoin!” Devraj ki awaaz mein excitement saaf dikh raha tha.



Technique ka naam tha Hawa ka Dhamaka—ek aisi technique jo hawa ko control karke dushman ko door dhakel sakti thi, aur high phases mein toh hawa ke saath ekdum powerful attack bhi kar sakti thi.



Tabhi usse khayal aaya ki Aryan ne jo kaha tha—Shivendra Pratap ki virasat—woh koi mazak nahi tha. Is Central Continent ke is hisse mein aisi high-grade techniques kahan se aayengi? Aryan ki maa ke paas bhi aisa kuch nahi ho sakta tha. Matlab, sach mein kisi bade Devta ne Aryan ko chuna tha. Yeh Shivendra Pratap sach mein ek Devta tha ya nahi, Devraj ko isse koi farak nahi padta tha—bas yeh scroll hi kaafi tha uske liye.



Aryan ne Devraj ke chehre par khushi dekhi aur kaha, “Devraj chacha, yeh toh bas ek technique hai jo maine haasil ki hai. Mujhe Shivendra Pratap ka gyaan bhi mila hai, aur Antriksh Rajya bhi. Is realm mein bahut saare high-level cultivation resources hain, lekin abhi humare levels itne kam hain ki hum unhe use nahi kar sakte.”



“Lekin phir bhi, Antriksh Rajya ke saath hum Kaalivan ko sudhar sakte hain. Mujhe bas yeh pata lagana hai ki is zameen ki asli problem kya hai,” Aryan ne kaha, uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb si chamak thi.



“Waise, yeh Hawa ka Dhamaka technique aapke liye hai. Main toh pehle se hi ek doosri technique cultivate kar raha hoon, jo Golden-grade ki hai aur 11 phases wali hai,” Aryan ne muskurate hue kaha.



Devraj yeh sunte hi dang reh gaya, khas kar jab Aryan ne kaha ki woh pehle se cultivate kar raha hai. “Chhote sahab, aap pehle se cultivate kar rahe hain? Mujhe toh pata hi nahi chala, teen din se zyada hum saath safar kar rahe hain! Kya aap level 1 par hain?” Devraj ne khushi se poocha.



Aryan ne jawab diya, “Maine Suryanagar se nikalne se pehle hi cultivation shuru kar di thi. Ab main level 2 par hoon, aur agle do din mein level 3 tak pahunch jaunga.”



Devraj yeh sunte hi aur khush ho gaya. Aryan ki yeh speed uske papa Arjun se bhi zyada thi—matlab, jaldi hi Aryan apne aap ko protect karne ke liye kaafi taakatvar ho jayega, bina kisi bahar ki madad ke. “Bahut badhiya, chhote sahab! Agar senapati sahab zinda hote, toh woh aap par bahut garv karte. Woh party-sharty karne wale aadmi nahi the, lekin aapke liye ek bada jashn zaroor karte,” Devraj ne confidence ke saath kaha.



Devraj aur Arjun ki dosti 80 saal purani thi. Jab Devraj ek marne wali situation mein tha, tab Arjun ne uski jaan bachayi thi. Uske baad Devraj ne Arjun ko apna guru maan liya, aur dono ne saath mein kai safar kiye, har tarah ke khatre sahe, aur ek doosre ke bhai ban gaye. Isliye Devraj Arjun ko achhe se jaanta tha.

Aryan ke dil mein ek dard utha yeh sunte hi. Usne apne papa ko apne saamne kho diya tha—woh bhi un gaddaron ke haathon. Usne than li thi ki woh apne pita ek katilon ka khatma karke hi dum lega, bhenchod!



Thodi der ke liye udaas hokar, usne poocha, “Devraj chacha, kya aapko pata hai ki uss waqt kaun wahan majood tha? Main toh attack ke waqt wahan tha, lekin unhone apne chehre chhupaye hue the.”



Devraj ka chehra gusse se laal ho gaya. “Chhote sahab, jab aap chhe saal tak behosh the, maine kaafi jaanch ki, lekin un logon ki asli pehchaan nahi pata chali. Bas itna pata hai ki do qatil hire kiye gaye the. Baaki do logon ke baare mein kuch nahi pata.”



“Lekin mujhe shak hai ki Surkhila Kshetra par jo Shekhawats raj karte hain, unka haath ho sakta hai, kyunki jab senapati sahab ke baad aap behosh the, tab unhone Surkhila Kshetra cheen liya.



Shayad Malhotra khandaan bhi involved ho, kyunki unhone bhi us zameen ke liye ladai ki thi,” Devraj ne kaha, uski awaaz mein gussa bhara tha.



“Hmm, abhi ke liye hum is mamle mein haath nahi dalenge. Hum abhi bahut kamzor hain, aur agar abhi sach dhundhne lage toh koi bada khatra aa sakta hai. Pehle hum apni taakat badhayenge, apni suraksha ko mazboot karenge,” Aryan ne bilkul shant aur samajhdari ke saath kaha.



Aryan badla lene ke liye pagal nahi tha. Usne soch rakha tha ki badla ek thanda khana hai, jo tab khaya jata hai jab woh poora control mein ho. Apni jaan khatre mein daal kar woh bewakoofi nahi karne wala tha. Usse apne papa se pyar tha, lekin Arjun toh ab mar chuke the. Badla chahiye tha, lekin apni jaan daav par laga kar nahi. Aryan jaanta tha ki waqt ke saath woh jo chahe haasil kar sakta hai, toh koi jaldi nahi thi.



‘Kaam achha kiya toh phal zaroor milega,’ yeh uska vishwas tha.

Aryan ne topic badla aur Kaalivan ke development ke plan par baat shuru ki.



“Abhi ke liye hum Kaalivan ke maslon par focus karenge. Badla wait kar sakta hai. Devraj chacha, maine jo cheezon ke baare mein kaha tha, unki taiyaari ke orders do. Humein jaldi se ek khetibadi team chahiye. Aur array masters aur blacksmiths ke baare mein bhi jankari chahiye, taaki hum aage ka plan bana sake.”



“Kal subah main shahar ke paas ki zameen dekhne jaunga, uski study karne ke liye. Mere saath ek team bhi taiyaar karo,” Aryan ne kaha, uska dimaag ek yoddha ki tarah chal raha tha.



Devraj ne shanti se jawab diya, “Theek hai, chhote sahab, main sab jaldi se taiyaar kar dunga.” Uske baad Devraj Aryan ke orders ke mutabik kaam shuru karne ke liye nikal gaya, jabki Aryan Sukha Nagar ke documents study karne mein lag gaya.





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Raat ho gayi thi. Aryan ne khana kha liya tha aur apna naya kamra bhi dekh liya tha. Ab woh Antriksh Rajya mein gaya apni cultivation session ke liye. Usne 4 ghante tak training ki, aur phir ruk gaya.



Is level par use abhi bhi neend ki zarurat thi apni thakan door karne ke liye.

Iske alawa, cultivation ke stages mein ek limit hoti hai ki kitni spiritual energy ek baar mein absorb kar sakte ho, jiske liye har session ke beech waqt chahiye hota hai. Aur kyunki Aryan abhi Sharir Adhaar stage par tha, woh spiritual crystals use nahi kar sakta tha, toh uski cultivation speed thodi slow thi.



Is duniya mein, spiritual crystals se cultivate karna aur nature ki free spiritual energy se cultivate karne mein ek hi farak tha—energy gather karna. Nature mein free energy ko pehle gather karna padta tha, phir absorb, jabki crystals ke saath bas absorb karna hota tha, kyunki energy pehle se gathered hoti thi.



High-density wale ilaakon ka fayda yeh tha ki wahan energy jaldi gather hoti thi, aur crystals ka production bhi zyada hota tha, jo wahan ke logon ko ameer aur taakatvar banata tha. Is Spiritual World mein average taakat 5th stage ki thi, matlab level 40 se 49 ke beech. Yeh Central Continent ke north ke liye achha tha, kyunki yahan ke sabse strong log bhi level 50 se 59 ke beech hote the, jo world average se thoda hi zyada tha.



Toh Aryan poora din cultivate nahi kar sakta tha, aur uski speed tab tak slow rahegi jab tak woh Spiritual Beginner stage tak nahi pahunch jata, jahan woh low-grade crystals use kar sakta tha.

Khair, Aryan ne baki raat aaram se soya, jaise woh apne naye kamre mein bilkul adjust ho gaya ho.





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Subah suraj dheere-dheere ubhra toh Sukha Nagar mein chahal-pehal shuru ho gayi. Log aate-jaate dikh rahe the, kuch apne low-level spiritual beasts par sawar the.



Us waqt, chhe aadmi shahar mein ghoom rahe the, unke beasts ghodon jaise dikhte the. Inmein se ek jawaan ladka tha—kaale baal, kaali aankhein, aur ek sadharan sa chehra. Na zyada handsome, na hi kuch khaas, par uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb si chamak thi jo dil ko chhoo leti thi. Usne kaali dhoti aur neela kurta pehna tha—kuch zyada shandaar nahi, par uski personality mein ek swag tha.



Yeh tha Aryan Rathore.

Uske saath ke aadmi the—Sukha Nagar ke do sipahi, jismein ek tha Pratap, jo Aryan se kal mila tha; do personal guards jo Suryanagar se uske saath aaye the; aur Devraj.



Woh shahar ke paschim taraf ki zameen ki taraf ja rahe the, jahan Aryan apni pehli khetibadi zameen banane ka soch raha tha. Pehle woh wahan jaakar check karna chahta tha ki zameen ko kaise theek kiya ja sake.



Kuch der baad, woh wahan pahunch gaye. Jagah bilkul aaspaas ki tarah thi—sukhi, banjar. Kaalivan ke kisi bhi doosre hisse se ismein koi farak nahi tha. Lekin Pratap ke mutabik, yahan Kaalivan ki spiritual root zameen ke sabse kareeb thi. Yeh baat usse 20 saal pehle ek expert ne batayi thi, jo yahan ke masle study karne aaya tha. Usne kaha tha ki yeh jagah check karne ke liye best thi.



Tabhi, door se ek awaaz aayi—ek aurat ki cheekh. “Bachao! Yeh harami mujhe loot rahe hain!” Aryan ne palat kar dekha toh ek jawaan ladki thi, takreeban 20 saal ki, ek tight lehenga-choli mein, jiski choli uske curves ko ekdum highlight kar rahi thi. Woh do gunde logon se gheri hui thi, jo uska samaan chheen rahe the.



Aryan ki aankhein gusse se laal ho gayi. “Bhenchod, yeh Kaalivan ab mera hai, aur koi yahan zulm nahi karega!” Usne apne beast se chhalaang laga di, aur ek second mein woh un gundon ke saamne khada tha.



“Kaun ho tum, launde? Yahan se bhaago, nahi toh gala kaat denge!” ek gunde ne kaha, uske haath mein ek rusty talwar thi.



Aryan ne ek shaitani muskaan di. “Main hoon Aryan Rathore, Kaalivan ka raja. Aur tu abhi marne wala hai.” Usne apni Suryadev Shwas technique activate ki—uske haathon se ek suraj jaisi garmi nikli, aur ek fiery punch seedha gunde ke chehre par ja laga. Gunde ka chehra jal gaya, uski cheekh nikli, aur woh zameen par gir gaya, uska khoon banjar zameen par fail gaya.



Doosre gunde ne talwar se attack karne ki koshish ki, lekin Aryan ne uska haath pakad liya aur ek jhatke mein uski talwar chheen li. “Tujhe bhi jeene ka haq nahi hai,” Aryan ne kaha aur talwar se uske gale par ek gehra ghaav kar diya. Khoon ki dhaar phoot padi, aur doosra gunda bhi zameen par gir gaya, apni aankhon mein maut ka khauf liye.



Ladki abhi bhi kaanp rahi thi, lekin usne Aryan ko dekha aur halke se muskura di. “Shukriya, raja sahab… Main Hema hoon. Yeh harami mujhe kab se pareshan kar rahe the,” usne kaha, uski awaaz mein ek shaitani mithaas thi. Usne apna dupatta theek kiya, aur apne curves ko thoda aur dikhate hue Aryan ke kareeb aayi. “Aap jaise raja ke saath toh Kaalivan sach mein badal jayega… kyun na main aapki madad karun?” usne aankh maarte hue kaha.



Aryan ne uski taraf dekha, ek halki si muskaan ke saath. “Hema, madad toh main zaroor lunga… lekin pehle yeh zameen theek karni hai. Mere saath chalna chahegi?” usne poocha, uski awaaz mein ek playful vibe thi.



Hema ne sar hilaya, aur dono saath mein us zameen ki taraf badhe, jabki Pratap aur baaki log peeche se dekh rahe the, sochte hue ki yeh naya raja sach mein alag hai, bhenchod!



To be continued…….

Behtareen shaandar update
Tow Aryan kalivan pahoch gaya or kaise is jagah ko develop kia jaye usper kaam Shuru kar dia sahi h
Hema tow lagta h poori tarah se lattu ho gayi Aryan ki
Baherhal dekhte h aage kia hota h

 

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Bahot khoob badhiya shaandar update

Behtareen shaandar update
Tow Aryan kalivan pahoch gaya or kaise is jagah ko develop kia jaye usper kaam Shuru kar dia sahi h
Hema tow lagta h poori tarah se lattu ho gayi Aryan ki
Baherhal dekhte h aage kia hota h

Naik

 

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Update 5,6,7