Incest DEV THE HIDDEN POWER - ULTIMATE UNIVERSE

[Smith_15]

 

[Mr.X796]

UPDATE 24 – FEELINGS​

Bike ka engine band hua, par Saloni Didi ki saansein abhi bhi tez thi.
Stand lagate waqt maine notice kiya ki unke haath handle grip ko itni zor se pakde hue the ki unki knuckles safed pad gayi thi.
Wo Scorpio ka scene, wo maut ka ehsaas... unke dimaag mein loop ki tarah chal raha tha.

Ghar ke darwaze par pahunchte hi maine unka thanda pada haath apne haath mein liya aur halka sa dabaya.

Main: “Didi, meri taraf dekhiye.”

Unhone palak jhapak kar meri taraf dekha. Unki aankhon mein abhi bhi wahi khauf tha.

Main (Naram par firm awaaz mein): “Andar Mom aur Dad hain. Agar unhe zara sa bhi shak hua ki aaj hum maut ko chhoo kar aaye hain, toh wo panic ho jayenge. Ghar ka sukoon bikhar jayega... aur shayad aapka college bhi. Aur main aapke college mein hoon, yeh mat batana yahan kisi ko bhi.”

Saloni ne ek gehari saans li, jaise wo hawa se himmat kheench rahi ho. Unhone apne dupatte ko theek kiya aur chehre par ek fake smile chipka li.

Saloni: “Main... main theek hoon. Bas traffic aur thakan... yahi bolna hai na?”

Main: “Bilkul. Muskuraiye Senior, aap duniya ki sabse safe jagah par hain... apne ghar mein.”

Humne doorbell bajayi. Andar se hansi ki awaaz aa rahi thi—ek aisa sound jo bahar ki khatarnak duniya se bilkul alag tha.

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Darwaza khulte hi ghar ki usual Chaos ne humara swagat kiya.
TV par news chal rahi thi, kitchen se chai ki khushboo aa rahi thi, aur mahoul bilkul halka tha.

Mom: “Aa gaye nawabzaade? 5 baje ka time tha, 5:30 ho gaye. Chai thandi ho gayi tumhare intezaar mein.”

Main haste hue seedha sofa par Dad ke bagal mein gir gaya.

Main: “Sorry Mom, wo traffic police checking kar rahi thi. Aaj kal naye rules aaye hain, bas wahi time lag gaya.”

Chacha Ji (Samose ki plate se ek piece uthate hue): “Sahi kiya police ne. Aaj kal ke ladke bike sadak par chalate kam hain, udate zyada hain. Kyun Dev?”
Unhone haste hue mujhe kohni maari.

Main: “Bilkul Chacha ji. Par main toh 40 ki speed se upar jata hi nahi. Seedha sadha chalata hoon.”

Isha Didi (Garam pakode lekar aate hue): “Chal jhoothe! Kaiyi baar maine tujhe market mein dekha tha, tu kisi bike wale se race laga raha tha.”

Main (Haskar): “Didi ab main police wala khud hoon, ab kya apna challan main apne haathon se kaatu?”

Sab hass pade. Mahoul bohot pyara tha.
Bahar dushman jaan lene ko taiyaar baitha tha, par yahan andar... sab kitna innocent, kitna safe tha. Aisa hi toh hai ghar apna.

Tabhi seedhiyon (stairs) par dham-dham ki awaaz aayi. Kabir bhai daudta hua niche aaye.
Unke chehre par ek chamak thi aur haath mein phone tha.

Kabir: “Attention Family! Attention please!”
Sabne chai ka cup rok kar uski taraf dekha.

Dad: “Ab kya naya kaand kiya tune Kabir?”

Kabir: “Kaand nahi Dad, ‘Breaking News’ hai! Abhi-abhi message aaya hai. Humari ‘Dangal Sisters’ wapas aa rahi hain!”

Sab confuse ho gaye.
Chachi: “Kaun? Sikha aur Komal?”
(Sikha aur Komal - Kabir ki choti behne aur humari cousins jo videsh mein padhti hain).

Kabir: “Ji haan! Unke exams khatam ho gaye hain. Dono kal subah ki flight se aa rahi hain. Poore 1.5 mahine (Dedh mahine) ki chutti par! Ab ghar mein asli hungama shuru hoga.”

Ghar mein khushi ki lehar daud gayi.

Mom: “Haaye meri bachiyaan aa rahi hain! Kitne din ho gaye unhe dekhe. Kal main unke liye gajar ka halwa banaungi, Sikha ko bohot pasand hai.”

Chacha Ji: “Chalo badhiya hai, ghar mein ab raunak aur badhegi.”

Sab khush the. Ek-dusre ko mithai khilane ki baatein kar rahe the.
Sivaaye mere.

Main muskura raha tha, taali baja raha tha, par mere andar ka ‘Cop’ alert mode par chala gaya tha.
Mera kaam aasaan nahi, aur mushkil hone wala tha.

Kabir (Mere paas aakar kandhe par haath rakhte hue): “Kyun Dev bhai? Chehre ka rang kyu ud gaya? Sikha aa rahi hai... tera room capture karne. Darr gaya kya?”

Main (Hansi ke peeche tension chhupate hue): “Aane de. Is baar free mein room nahi dunga, kiraya vasool karunga usse.”

Sab wapas hass pade aur aise samay ne dimaag thoda cool kar diya.

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(Raat ke 09:45 PM)

Dinner ke baad, sab apne kamron mein chale gaye the. Sone ki tayari chal rahi thi.
Main chhat (terrace) par tahal raha tha. Hawa thandi thi, par mera dimaag garam tha. Mujhe aaj raat nikalna tha — us mystery ko solve karne ke liye jo mere parivaar ke liye khatra ban rahi thi.

Tabhi peeche se dabe paon kisi ke aane ki aahat hui.
Palat kar dekha toh Saloni Didi thi. Wo ek shawl odh kar aayi thi, baal khule the aur chehra thoda utra hua tha.

Wo mere paas railing par aakar khadi ho gayi. Kuch der hum dono ne bas shaant sadak ko dekha.

Saloni: “Tu sach bol raha tha na?”
Main: “Kis baare mein?”
Saloni: “Wo accident... Wo galti se hua tha na? Ya koi...”

Wo sentence poora nahi kar payi, par unka darr saaf tha.
Mera mann kiya use gale laga loon, keh doon ki ‘Haan Didi, khatra hai, par main hoon na.’

Lekin abhi sach batana unhe tod deta.
Maine railing ke peeche unka haath apne haath mein liya. Unki ungliyan thandi thi.

Main: “Trust me Saloni. Jab tak main tumhare saath hoon... koi gadi, koi insaan, koi musibat tumhe chhu nahi sakti. Main deewar hoon is ghar ki.”

Saloni ne meri aankhon mein dekha, dhoondne ki koshish ki ki main jhoot bol raha hoon ya sach. Phir unhone meri hatheli par apna doosra haath rakh diya.

Saloni: “Pata hai. Shayad isliye abhi tak saans le rahi hoon. Par... darr lagta hai Dev. Tujhe kuch ho gaya toh?”

Main (Muskurate hue): “Mujhe kuch nahi hoga. Main ‘lambi race ka ghoda’ hoon.”

Saloni halka sa hansi.

Saloni: “Kal Sikha aur Komal aa rahi hain. Ghar mein bheed badh jayegi. Humein akele waqt kam milega.”

Main: “Chori-chuppe milne ka maza hi kuch aur hai, Senior. Bheed mein aankhein chaar karna zyada romantic hota hai.”

Saloni ne halke se sharma kar dhakka diya.

Saloni: “Chal, bada aaya romantic. Sone jaa rahi hoon. Tu bhi aaja jaldi.”

Main: “Goodnight. Tum jao, main thodi hawa kha kar aata hoon.”

Saloni chali gayi.
Jaise hi darwaza band hua, mere chehre se muskaan gayab ho gayi. Chehra ekdum sakht ho gaya.

Maine apni ghadi (watch) dekhi.
10:15 PM.

Maine side se ek hoodie nikala jo chhupaya tha.
Maine jaldi se apni Black Hoodie pehni aur chain upar kheench hi raha tha ki achanak chhat ka lohay ka darwaza phirse...
“Creak...” karke khula.

Mera haath chain par hi ruk gaya. Dhadkan ek second ke liye skip ho gayi.
Maine palat kar dekha.
Saloni.
Wo wapas aa gayi thi.

Mere dimaag ne turant bahana dhoondha. Maine hoodie ki cap theek karte hue ek casual acting ki.

Main: “Arre... wo... achanak hawa tez ho gayi thi na. Thand lag rahi thi, isliye hoodie pehen li. Socha thodi der walk kar loon.”

Saloni ne kuch nahi kaha. Wo bas mujhe dekhti rahi. Unki aankhon mein wo sawal nahi tha jo main expect kar raha tha.
Unki aankhon mein ek ajeeb si Kashish (Attraction) aur ek Darr tha—khone ka darr.

Wo dheere-dheere meri taraf badhi. Hawa unke baalon ko uda rahi thi.

Saloni (Halki awaaz mein): “Jhoot mat bol Dev.”

Main chup ho gaya. Kya pakda gaya?

Saloni: “Tujhe thand nahi lag rahi... Tu bas mujhse door rehne ke bahane dhoondta hai.”

Wo ab mere bilkul kareeb aa gayi thi. Itne kareeb ki main unki saanson ki garmahat mehsoos kar sakta tha. Maine peeche hatne ki koshish ki, par peeche paani ki tanki ki deewar thi.

Main (Hichkichate hue): “Nahi Didi... wo baat nahi hai. Main bas...”

Saloni ne meri baat kaat di. Unhone apna haath badhaya aur meri hoodie ki chain ko pakad liya. Bajaye neeche karne ke, unhone use meri chest par halka sa kheench kar mujhe apni taraf jhuka liya.

Saloni: “Kal subah Sikha aur Komal aa jayengi. Ghar mein shor hoga, bheed hogi. Har waqt koi na koi humare aas-paas hoga. Shayad humein ek minute bhi akele na mile.”

Unki awaaz mein ek Desperation thi.

Saloni: “Mujhe nahi pata kal kya hoga... par aaj ki raat... main tujhe door nahi jaane dungi.”

Mere andar ka ‘Cop’ chilla raha tha ki ‘Jao Dev, mission zaroori hai’, par mere andar ka ‘Premi’ pighal raha tha.

Main: “Par Didi... koi aa gaya toh?”

Saloni (Meri aankhon mein dekh kar): “Aa jaane do.”

Ye sunte hi mera control tootne laga.

Saloni ne apne thande haath mere gaalon par rakhe. Unka sparsh barf jaisa thanda tha, par unki nazron mein aag thi.
Unhone dheere se apne pairon ke toes par uth kar apna chehra mere kareeb kiya. Humari naak takra gayi.

Main: “Saloni...”

Mere mooh se ‘Didi’ shabd gayab ho gaya.

Unhone kuch bolne ka mauka nahi diya. Saloni ne apne honth mere honthon par rakh diye.
Pehle wo kiss halka tha—ek hichkichahat bhara sawaal. Jaise wo pooch rahi hon ki ‘Kya ye sahi hai?’
Par jaise hi maine response diya, wo sawaal ek jawaab mein badal gaya.

Maine apne haath unki kamar par rakh diye aur unhe apni taraf kheench liya.
Wo kiss gehra hota gaya.
“Mmm...” Saloni ke gale se ek halki siski nikli.

Aaj ka darr, maut ka wo scene, aur kal aane wali doori—sab us ek pal mein mit gaya.
Unke haath mere gardan ke peeche chale gaye, meri hoodie ke andar ungliyan phisalne lagin. Mera hoodie pehenna bekaar ho gaya kyunki ab thand nahi, jism mein ek alag hi garmi thi.

Humne ek-dusre ko aise jakad liya jaise agar chhoda toh toot jayenge.
Saloni ki saansein bhaari ho gayi thin. Wo beech-beech mein saans lene ke liye rukti, par phir dobara toot padti.

Maine unhe thoda utha kar deewar se sata diya.

Main (Saans chadhte hue): “Tum... tum pagal ho gayi ho aaj.”

Saloni (Meri aankhon mein nasha liye hue): “Haan... tere liye. Sirf tere liye.”

Unhone meri hoodie ke andar haath daal kar meri T-shirt ke upar se meri chest feel ki. Unka touch electric current jaisa tha.

Saloni: “Promise kar... chahe kitni bhi behne aa jayein, chahe duniya idhar ki udhar ho jaye... Tu sirf mera rahega.”

Maine unke maathe par apna maatha tikaya. Hum dono haanf rahe the.

Main: “Main tera hi hoon. Hamesha.”

Ek aakhri, intense kiss ke baad hum alag hue.
Saloni ka chehra laal tha, baal bikhre hue, aur honth soojhe hue. Wo kisi pari se kam nahi lag rahi thi, ek aisi pari jo sirf meri thi.

Saloni (Halki muskaan ke saath): “Ab ja... jo bhi karne ja raha tha. Par jaldi wapas aana. Main wait karungi.”

Mujhe hairani hui. Use pata tha ki main walk karne nahi ja raha tha. Use shayad ehsaas tha ki main kuch chhupa raha hoon, par usne sawal nahi kiya. Bas bharosa kiya.

Main: “Jaldi aaunga.”

Saloni ne ek baar mud kar mujhe dekha, phir sharam aur khushi ke mix expressions ke saath tezi se neeche bhaag gayi.

Main wahan khada raha, thandi hawa mein bhi pasina ponchte hue.
Mera dil abhi bhi racing track par daud raha tha.

(Self-Talk)

“Focus Dev. Focus. Ab mission poora karna hai. Taaki ye smile hamesha safe rahe.”

Maine hoodie ka cap wapas sar par daala, mask upar kiya, aur andhere mein gayab ho gaya par mere face par ek muskurahat thi... pata nahi kis feeling ki thi.

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Awesome update bro

 

[Mr.X796]

UPDATE 25 – SHADOWS IN THE DARK​

(Raat ke 11:00 PM – City College Campus)

College ka main gate band tha aur chaaron taraf gehra sannata (silence) phaila hua tha. Hawa mein ek ajeeb si tension thi.

Maine apni bike college se kaafi door, ek sunsaan jagah par chhupa di. Ye wahi bike thi jo maine Sharma Ji se mangwayi thi. Main risk nahi lena chahta tha, isliye paidal hi college ki boundary wall tak pahuncha.

Deewar unchi thi, par mere liye ye koi badi baat nahi thi. Ek quick jump, aur main bina kisi aahat ke college ground ki ghaas par land kar gaya.

Mera target wo building thi jo campus ke sabse peeche thi. Wahan raat ko guards bhi kam hi aate the. Andhere aur saayo (shadows) ka sahara lete hue, main dabe paanv building ke paas pahuncha.

Ground floor ki Chemistry Lab ki khidki se ek madham (dim) si peeli roshni bahar aa rahi thi.
Main deewar se sat kar, rengte hue khidki ke neeche pahuncha aur dheere se glass ke kinare se andar jhaanka.

Andar ka nazara dekh kar mera shak yakeen mein badal gaya.
Wahan Ramesh khada tha, jo dar ke maare paseene mein lathpath tha.
Aur uske theek saamne Prof. Gupta khade the.

Gupta ke haath mein ek cigarette thi aur chehre par gussa saaf dikh raha tha.

Gupta (Dheere par gusse mein): “Tujhe ek kaam diya tha Ramesh... Ek simple sa accident plan karna tha. Aur tu wo bhi nahi kar paya?”

Ramesh (Kaampte hue): “Sir, maine puri koshish ki thi! Maine Scorpio waale ko sahi location di thi. Par wo ladka... wo Dev... wo normal nahi hai Sir! Usne gaadi ko aise dodge kiya jaise use pehle se pata ho ki hum aane waale hain.”

Gupta ne aage badh kar jhatke se Ramesh ka collar pakad liya.

Gupta: “Bakwaas band kar! Wo sirf ek student hai jo abhi-abhi inspector bana hai, koi superman nahi! Teri galti ki wajah se ab police alert ho gayi hai. Agar ‘Upar’ khabar pahunch gayi ki kaam bigad gaya hai, toh tera kya haal hoga tu soch bhi nahi sakta.”

Upar?
Mera dimaag tezi se chala. Iska matlab Gupta bhi main boss nahi hai. Koi aur hai jo inke sar par baitha hai aur ye sab control kar raha hai.

Gupta: “Sun, kal subah naye admissions ki wajah se bheed hogi. Usi ka fayda uthana hai. Lab 3 ke store room se wo ‘Blue Box’ nikaal kar van mein rakhna hai. Dhyan rahe, kisi ko kaano-kaan khabar na ho.”

Tabhi Gupta ka phone baja.
Usne screen dekhi aur uske chehre ka rang ud gaya. Usne turant jalti hui cigarette phenk di aur phone uthaya. Uski awaaz ekdum dabi hui aur darpok ho gayi.

Gupta (Phone par): “Ji... Ji Sir... Nahi, kaam ho jayega... Wo ladka bas lucky tha... Ji, main dhyaan rakhunga... consignment time par nikal jayega. Phase 3 ki zaroorat nahi padegi, wo Phase 2 mein hi mara jayega.”

Call cut hua. Gupta ne gusse mein Ramesh ko dhakka diya.

Gupta: “Nikal yahan se. Kal subah koi galti nahi honi chahiye.”

Andar ki light band ho gayi.
Dono alag-alag disha mein nikal gaye.

Main 2 minute tak wahi ruka raha, ye confirm karne ke liye ki wo dono sach mein chale gaye hain. Jab tassalli ho gayi, toh maine khidki ka lock khola aur halke se lab ke andar kood gaya.

Andar chemicals ki teekhi smell thi. Maine apne phone ki torch jalayi, par uspar ungli rakh li taaki roshni zyada faile nahi.
Mujhe dekhna tha ki wo kis cheez ki baat kar rahe the. Maine table check kiya, wahan kuch nahi tha.

Meri nazar dustbin ke paas gayi. Wahan zameen par ek crunched (moda hua) kagaz pada tha. Shayad Gupta ki jeb se gir gaya hoga jab wo phone nikaal raha tha.

Maine use uthaya aur seedha kiya.
Wo koi bill ya receipt nahi thi. Wo ek handwritten note tha.
Us par bas kuch codes likhe the:

> “Batch-404 | Delivery: North Gate | Time: 10:00 AM”​

Aur neeche ek ajeeb sa drawing bana tha — Ek aankh (Eye) jiske beech mein ek kata hua nishaan (cross) tha.

“Ye kya hai? Koi drug code? Ya kuch aur? Aur ye symbol... maine pehle kabhi nahi dekha.”

Mujhe abhi kuch clear nahi tha, par itna pata chal gaya tha ki kal subah 10 baje college mein kuch bada hone wala hai. Aur ‘Batch-404’ uski chaabi hai.

Maine wo kagaz apni jeb mein rakha aur wapas jaane ke liye muda.
Tabhi achanak...

“Thap... Thap...”

Corridor mein kisi ke chalne ki awaaz aayi.
Ye awaaz kisi sneakers ki nahi, balki Heavy Boots ki thi.
Ye guard nahi ho sakta.

Awaaz lab ke darwaze ke paas aakar ruk gayi.
Door handle dheere se neeche hua... “Click.”

Koi andar aa raha tha.
Maine turant torch band ki aur counter ke neeche zameen se chipak gaya. Meri saansein ruki hui thi aur mutthi mein wo “Aankh waala kagaz” daba hua tha.

Wo anjaan aadmi ab lab ke beech mein khada tha. Andhere mein bhi uske bhaari boots ki awaaz saaf sunayi de rahi thi — Thud... Thud...

Tabhi ek tez roshni mere sar ke theek upar se guzri. Usne apni torch jalayi thi.

Aadmi (Bhaari awaaz mein): “Mujhe laga yahan koi chuha hai...”

Usne torch idhar-udhar ghumayi. Roshni us khuli hui khidki (window) ki taraf badh rahi thi jahan se main aaya tha.
Mera dil tez dhadakne laga. Agar usne toota hua lock dekh liya, toh khel khatam.

Lekin kismat ne mera saath diya.
Tabhi bahar corridor mein kisi guard ki seeti (whistle) baji aur torch ki light dikhi.

Guard (Bahar se): “Oye! Kaun hai wahan? Light kisne jalayi?”

Wo aadmi satark ho gaya. Usne turant apni torch band ki aur dusre darwaze se peeche ke andhere mein gayab ho gaya.

Yehi mera mauka tha.

Main saanp ki tarah rengte hue khidki tak pahuncha. Ek haath se frame pakda aur bina kisi awaaz ke bahar nikal gaya.
Bahar ki thandi hawa chehre par lagi toh jaan mein jaan aayi.

Maine peeche mud kar nahi dekha. Saayo (shadows) ka fayda uthate hue main apni bike tak pahuncha.
Engine start kiya aur wahan se nikal gaya.

Superb

 

[Mr.X796]

UPDATE 26 – DUAL LIFE (Family vs Mission)​

(Subah ke 08:30 AM – Ghar)

Main apne bistar par leta hua tha, par neend koso door thi.
Raat ka wo manzar abhi bhi meri aankhon ke saamne ghoom raha tha. Chemical ki wo teekhi smell, Gupta ka darr, aur wo ajeeb sa symbol...

Dimaag mein bas ek hi loop chal raha tha:
“Batch-404... 10:00 AM... North Gate.”

Maine side table par rakhi ghadi dekhi. 08:30 AM.
Mere paas college pahunchne ke liye mushkil se dedh ghanta (1.5 hours) bacha tha. Mujhe waqt se pehle pahunchna tha taaki main uss ‘delivery’ ko intercept kar sakoon.

Main apne mission ka mental map bana hi raha tha ki achanak...
Neeche hall mein doorbell baji—“Tring Tring!”

Aur agle hi pal... ghar ka shant mahoul kisi toofan mein badal gaya.

“Aa gayeeee!”
“Mummy! Chachi! Kahan ho sab?”

Main jhatke se uth kar baith gaya. Awaaz pehchanni hui thi.
Main samajh gaya—aaj ka din aasaan nahi hone wala. Sikha Didi aur Komal Didi aa chuki thin.

Main neeche bhaaga.
Drawing room mein pura parivaar ikatha ho chuka tha. Mom, Dad, Chacha, Chachi sab darwaze par khade the.

Darwaze par do ladkiyan khadi thin, bags ke saath.

Sikha Didi (27 saal): Badi, confident, aur thodi serious look wali. Unhone ek elegant kurti pehni thi aur chashme ke peeche unka aura bilkul kisi strict guardian jaisa tha. Wo mujhse 9 saal badi hain.
* Komal Didi (25 saal): Full of energy, baalon mein curls aur aankhon mein wahi purani sharaarat. Wo 7 saal badi hain, par harkatein bilkul bachchon jaisi.

Komal (Chillate hue): “Surpriseeeee!”

Wo seedha daud kar Mom ke gale lag gayi.

Mom: “Meri bachchi! Kitni dubli ho gayi hai hostel ke khane se! Aaja tujhe gale laga loon.”

Sikha Didi ne apni mature nature ke hisaab se pehle Dad aur Chacha ke pair chuye, phir Chachi ko hug kiya.

Sikha: “Namaste Dad, Namaste Chacha ji.”
Dad: “Jeeti raho beta. Kaisa raha safar? Thak gayi hogi.”
Sikha: “Bas thik tha Dad, train late thi thodi.”

Tabhi Komal Didi ki nazar mujh par padi, jo main seedhiyon (stairs) par khada tamasha dekh raha tha.
Uski aankhein aise chamak uthin, jaise kisi shikaari ko apna shikaar mil gaya ho.

Komal: “Oye Hero! Mera Babu!”

Wo apne bags wahin zameen par chhod kar seedha meri taraf daudi. Main sambhalta, usse pehle hi usne jump laga di aur mere upar chadh gayi (piggyback style), meri gardan pakad li.

Main (Ladkhadate hue): “Arre! Arre! Komal Didi, utar jao! Main ab chhota bachcha nahi hoon, haddi toot jayegi!”

Komal (Mere kaan mein chillate hue): “Chup kar! Tu 80 saal ka bhi ho jayega tab bhi mera babu hi rahega! Missed you so much! Tune phone kyu nahi kiya mujhe?”

Main hans pada. Inki energy ke aage meri saari tension kuch der ke liye gayab ho gayi.
Maine badi mushkil se unhe neeche utara. Unhone turant mere dono gaal kheench liye.

Main: “Aah! Didi, dard ho raha hai!”
Komal: “Hona bhi chahiye. Tu itna lamba kab ho gaya be? Pichli baar kandhe tak aata tha.”

Tabhi Sikha Didi mere paas aayi.
Wo Komal ki tarah koodi nahi. Unhone apna chashma theek kiya aur mujhe upar se neeche tak scan kiya—jaise koi doctor mareez ko x-ray kar raha ho.

Sikha: “Tu thaka hua lag raha hai Dev. Aankhein laal hain, aur face par sujan lag rahi hai. Raat ko soya nahi kya?”

Mera dil ek beat skip kar gaya. Sikha Didi hamesha se bohot observant rahi hain, unse kuch chupana mushkil tha. Wo laal aankhein neend ki kami nahi, balki raat ke uss chemicals wale dhuen aur tension ka asar tha.

Main (Sambhalte hue): “Wo... bas game khel raha tha der raat tak. Pata hai na mujhe aadat hai.”

Sikha Didi ne meri aankhon mein dekha, jaise wo jhoot pakadna chah rahi hon. Phir halka sa muskurayi aur mujhe gale laga liya.

Sikha: “Game kam khela kar. Aur apni health ka dhyaan rakh. Tu patla ho gaya hai pehle se. Police ki training mein khana nahi dete kya?”

Itne mein Saloni Didi aur Isha Didi bhi wahan aa gayin. Ab chaaron behne mil gayi thin. Hall mein sirf unki baatein, hansi aur purane kisse goonj rahe the.

Mom: “Chalo, baatein baad mein hoti rahengi. Pehle sab nashta kar lo. Maine garma-garam aaloo ke parathe banaye hain.”

Hum sab dining table par baithe.
Sikha aur Komal apne hostel ke kisse suna rahi thin. Sab hans rahe the, mahaul khushnuma tha.

Par meri nazar baar-baar wall clock par ja rahi thi.
09:20 AM.
Sirf 40 minutes bache the.

Mera dimaag yahan table par nahi, college ke North Gate par tha.
Agar main abhi nahi nikla, toh wo ‘Blue Box’ wala raaz haath se nikal jayega. Gupta aur wo anjaan aadmi jeet jayenge.

Maine jaldi-jaldi paratha khatam kiya aur khada ho gaya.

Main: “Acha Mom, Dad... mujhe nikalna hai.”

Sab shant ho gaye. Chammach (spoon) ruk gaye.

Komal (Muh phula kar, gusse mein): “Kya? Hum etne saal baad aaye hain aur tu ja raha hai? Aaj koi duty-wuty nahi jayega! Aaj tu chutti lega!”

Main: “Arre Komal Didi, zaroori hai. SHO Sir ka call aaya tha. Emergency duty hai, kuch purani files submit karni hain aur training session hai. Sarkari naukri hai, mana nahi kar sakta na.”

Sikha Didi ne meri taraf dekha. Unki aankhon mein wo chinta (worry) thi jo ab unhe mere police join karne ke baad hoti thi.

Sikha: “Aaj hi ke din bulana tha unhe? Thik hai... par sun Dev.”

Unhone apni ungli dikhayi, ekdum strict tone mein.

Sikha: “Tu abhi naya hai, training mein hai. Wahan koi hero banne ki koshish mat karna. Sirf paperwork karna aur wapas aana. Samjha?”

Mujhe andar hi andar hansi aayi. Agar unhe pata hota ki main wahan paperwork nahi, balki ek crime syndicate ka parda-faash karne ja raha hoon, toh wo shayad mujhe kamre mein band kar deti.

Main (Salute maarte hue): “Ji Commander! Sirf file idhar se udhar karunga. Koi action nahi.”

Saloni Didi ne mujhe ek gehraai bhari nazar se dekha. Unhe pata tha ki SHO sir ne shayad nahi bulaya, aur main kuch aur karne ja raha hoon. Unki aankhon mein sawal tha.
Maine unhe halka sa Wink kiya—‘Bharosa rakho.’

Komal: “Agar tu 1 baje tak wapas nahi aaya, toh main khud Thane (Station) aa jaungi aur tere SHO se ladungi. Bata diya maine!”

Sab hans pade.
Main (Haste hue): “Manzoor hai! 1 baje se pehle hazir ho jaunga. Bye everyone!”

Main utha, apna bag uthaya— camera chhupa tha—aur bahar bhaaga.

Jaise hi main ghar ke darwaze se bahar nikla, mere chehre se wo ‘Bhai’ wali muskaan gayab ho gayi.
Ab wahan sirf ek serious mission tha.

Bike start karte hi maine accelAwesome ghumaya.
Target: City College, North Gate. Time: 10:00 AM.

Awesome

 

[sorbobhuk]

UPDATE 33: VIRASAT​

Chhat ki thandi hawa mere chehre se takra rahi thi, lekin mere haath mein maujood woh choti si shishi (vial) kisi angare ki tarah garam mehsoos ho rahi thi. Uske andar qaid woh deep red liquid bilkul shaant tha, par main jaanta tha ki yeh shanti toofan se pehle ki hai. Woh sirf khoon nahi tha; woh mera ateet (past), meri aadhi-adhuri yaadein, aur meri woh taqat thi jisko maine tayaag diyaa par yeh taakat paane kaa bhaut galat tarika thaa bhale yeh mere hi dil kaa ho par yeh meri old dead body kaa hai jiska matlab esko use karte hi adhere se bhi jud jaaunga..... Par koi rastaa thaa nahi neha kaa aur baaki logo ka balidan nahi jaane de sakata me....

Main us laal dravya ko ghurne laga, ek ajeeb si ghabrahat mere dil mein ghar kar gayi thi.

Main: “Agar maine ise pee liya Neha... toh kya main wahi ban jaunga? Wahi ‘Original Dev’ jo dil se nahi, sirf dimaag aur taqat se sochta tha? Kya main apne naye parivar—Dad, Mom aur sab—ke liye khud ek khatra nahi ban jaunga?”

Neha ne dhire se mere kaampte hue haath ko apne dono haathon mein thaam liya. Uski hatheliyan thandi thi, par uski pakad mein ek bharosa tha.

Neha: “Dev, neeche dekhiye... Damian ka control Rudra par har pal badhta ja raha hai. Abhi woh sirf use ‘influence’ kar raha hai, lekin jis din Damian puri tarah jaag gaya, Rudra ka shareer ek vessel nahi, ek weapon ban jayega. Ek aisa hathiyar jise rokne ki taqat is pure universe mein sirf ek insaan ke paas hai—Aapke paas.”

Usne meri aankhon mein seedha dekha, uski awaaz mein ab ek zid thi.

Neha: “Aur rahi baat khatre ki... toh suniye Dev. Aap chahe Insaan ho ya Bhagwan, Rakshak ho ya Bhakshak... aapka basic nature hamesha ‘Protect’ karna raha hai. Aap badal sakte hain, roop badal sakta hai, par aapka dil? Woh wahi rahega.”

Uski baaton ne mere andar ke darr ko thoda kam kar diya. Maine muthi bheench li. Agar apne bete aur parivar ko bachane ke liye mujhe wapas us andhere mein kadam rakhna pade, toh yahi sahi.

Maine dhakkan khola. Ek teekhi, metallic aur ancient khushboo hawa mein phail gayi—jaise jung ke maidan ki mitti aur bijli ki gandh. Bina ek pal aur gavaye, maine pura liquid ek saans mein apne gale ke neeche utaar liya.

Gatak...

Pehle paanch second... sannata. Ek bhayankar sannata.
Phir achanak, mere seene ke beech mein ek visphot hua.

“Aaaagghhhh!”

Main ghutno ke bal zameen par gir gaya. Dard itna tez tha jaise kisi ne mere ragon mein pighla hua loha (molten iron) daal diya ho. Mera shareer akad gaya. Meri nasein (veins) mere skin ke upar saanp ki tarah ubhar aayi—pehle nili, phir kaali, aur aakhir mein unme ek tez sunhari (golden) roshni daudne lagi.

Mera dimaag... Oh God!

Dimaag ke band darwaze todkar hazaron yaadein ek saath mere zehen mein takraayi.
Mahakaal se woh pehli ladai... Rudra ka janm... Purani timeline mein aur baaki samrat mera asali gayan joh maine saalo me jutaya tha ..... har ek ghaav, har ek jeet, har ek haar aur har ek payar.

Sab kuch ek film ki reel ki tarah meri aankhon ke saamne ghoom gaya. Mera vision dhundhla hua, aur phir agle hi pal—sab kuch crystal clear ho gaya.

Itna saaf ki main hawa mein udte dhool ke ek-ek kan (dust particle) ko alag-alag dekh sakta tha. Terrace par behti hawa ka pressure, niche sadak par girti pattiyon ki awaaz... sab kuch mere control mein mehsoos ho raha tha.

Maine dhire se apni gardan uthayi. Shareer ka dard gayab ho chuka tha. Uski jagah ek aisi urja (energy) ne le li thi jo samundar ki tarah shant thi, par jiske andar tsunami chipi thi.

Main khada hua. Mera posture badal chuka tha. Kandhe seedhe, aankhon mein ek thauhari (authority).
Neha darr aur umeed dono ke saath mujhe dekh rahi thi.

Main (ek bhaari aur goonjti awaaz mein): “Neha...”

Meri awaaz sunkar woh halka sa peeche hati. Yeh awaaz Dev ki nahi, us ‘Raja’ ki thi jo wapas laut aaya tha.

Neha: “Dev? Aap... aap theek hain?”

Maine apne haath dekhe. Mere fingertips se halka sa golden aura nikal raha tha, jo hawa ko jala raha tha. Maine ek gehri saans li aur us aura ko wapas andar kheench liya.
Control. Yeh wahi cheez thi jo mujhe wapas mil gayi thi.

Main: “Main theek hu. Pehle se behtar. Lekin ab humein niche jana hoga. Rudra... main use mehsoos kar sakta hu. Uska aura unstable ho raha hai, woh toot raha hai.”

Hum tezi se seedhiyon ki taraf bhage. Mere har kadam ke saath mujhe lag raha tha ki main zameen par nahi, hawa par chal raha hu.

***​

Living Room

Jaise hi hum seedhiyon se niche utre, nazara dekh kar mere paer jam gaye. Mahual mein itni tension thi ki saans lena mushkil ho raha tha.

Dad, Mom aur Pari sofe ke ek kone mein dubak kar baithe the, unke chehron par khauf saaf tha. Aur hall ke beech mein... Rudra khada tha.

Lekin woh normal nahi lag raha tha. Woh apna sar pakad kar jhoom raha tha, jaise koi nasha kiya ho ya koi cheez uske dimaag ko andar se kuraid rahi ho.

Pari (rote hue): “Bhaiya! Please dekho na isse kya ho gaya! Yeh achanak ajeeb si baatein kar raha hai... keh raha hai ki ‘Woh aa raha hai’...”

Maine Neha ko ishara kiya ki woh Mom-Dad ke paas rahe aur unhe protect kare. Main dhire-dhire, bina kisi awaaz ke Rudra ki taraf badha.

Rudra (gurrate hue): “Nahi... Chup raho! Mere Dad aayenge... woh tumhe maar denge... Aaaahhh!”

Usne zor se apna sar jhatka, jaise koi janwar apne shikaar ko jhatakta hai. Aur jab usne upar dekh kar meri taraf nazrein milayi... toh mera khoon khaul utha.
Woh Rudra ki aankhein nahi thi.
Uski aankhon ki putliyan (pupils) puri tarah pitch black ho chuki thi. Safedi ka namo-nishaan nahi tha. Chehre par ek shaitani muskurahat thi jo mere bete ke maasoom chehre par bilkul suit nahi kar rahi thi.

Yeh Rudra nahi tha. Yeh Damian ki parchhai thi.

Rudra (Damian ki awaaz mein): “Dev... aakhirkar tumne apni asliyat apan hi li. Mujhe laga tha tum zindagi bhar is kamzor insaan ki khaal mein chhupe rahoge.”

Dad aur Mom ki cheekh nikal gayi. Apne bete ke age ke muh se aisi bhaari, kharrati hui aur shaitani awaaz sunkar unka dil baith gaya tha.

Main shant raha. Maine apni jeb mein haath daale aur uski kaali aankhon mein aankhein daal kar khada ho gaya. Darr? Ab darr ka koi wajood nahi tha.

Main: “Chhod de mere bete ko, Damian. Yeh tera jism nahi hai mujhe etna pata hai tuh mere woh blood ke use karate hi apni koi chaal toh chlegaa koi jis liye mene yeh duniya chuni thi woh rule break ho jaayega.”

Rudra (hasta hua): “Mera jism? Hahaha! Dev, tum bhool rahe ho, yeh baccha toh paida hi mere liye hua tha. Iski kismat mein mera vessel banna likha hai. Aur ab... ab jabki tumne apni purani taqat wapas paa li hai, toh khelne mein aur maza aayega.”

Usne achanak apna haath hawa mein uthaya.

Living room ka bhaari sofa, jis par hum sab baithte the, hawa mein aise uth gaya jaise thermocol ka bana ho. Bina kisi warning ke, usne woh sofa puri taqat se meri taraf fenka.

Pari: “Bhaiyaaa!!”

Sofa ek missile ki tarah meri taraf aaya. Mom aur Dad ne apni aankhein band kar li.
Lekin main apni jagah se 1 inch bhi nahi hila.
Maine bas shanti se apna daayan haath (right hand) aage kiya.

BHOOM!

Sofa mujhse takrane se pehle hi hawa mein chaknachoor ho gaya. Ek invisible deewar (barrier) ne use rok diya tha. Lakdi ke tukde, gaddiyan aur kapda charon taraf blast ho gaye, lekin mujhe ek kharonch tak nahi aayi.

Pure kamre mein sannata chha gaya. Sirf heavy breathing ki awaaz aa rahi thi.
Dad, Mom,saloni, Pari... sabki aankhein phati ki phati reh gayi thi. Unka seedha-saadha beta, jo kal tak office ki baatein karta tha, aaj hawa mein udte sofe ko bina chhuye tod raha tha.

Maine Rudra ki taraf kadam badhaya. Mera aura ab chupa nahi tha. Ek halki nili roshni (blue ethereal light) mere charon taraf naachne lagi thi, jaise mujhe guard kar rahi ho.

Main: “Lagta hai tujhe update nahi mila Damian. Main sirf wapas nahi aaya hu... Main pehle se zyada khatarnak hokar lauta hu.”

Maine Neha ki taraf bina dekhe, sakht awaaz mein kaha:

Main: “Neha , Saloni! Mom-Dad aur... sabko lekar kitchen mein jao. Abhi!”

Meri awaaz mein jo command thi, use taalna namumkin tha. Neha ne turant sabko uthaya aur kitchen ki taraf dhakela.
“Chaliye! Jaldi!”

Hall mein ab sirf main aur mera beta... ya kahu, mera sabse bada dushman tha.

Rudra (gusse mein cheekhte hue): “Tum mujhe nahi rok sakte!”

Woh bijli ki raftaar se meri taraf lapka. Insaani aankhon ke liye use dekh pana bhi mushkil tha. Uska haath ek mukke ki shakal mein tha, jisme hawa ko cheerne ki taqat thi.

Lekin is baar... maine use dekh liya. Har frame, har movement.

THUD!

Maine uska haath hawa mein hi pakad liya.

Uski taqat zabardast thi—impact itna tez tha ki mere pairon ke niche ki marble floor par dararein (cracks) pad gayi. Dhool udi.
Lekin main... main apni jagah se hila tak nahi.

Maine uski kaali aankhon mein dekha, jahan ab thoda darr dikhayi de raha tha. Mere chehre par ek thandi muskurahat aa gayi.

Main: “Bas itna hi?”

Bahut badhiya update Hai Bhai
Dekhte hai aage kya hota hai
Waiting for next update

 

[Smith_15]

Update 34

 

[Mr.X796]

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[Dev the lover]

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Update 34

Bahut badhiya update Hai Bhai
Dekhte hai aage kya hota hai

Waiting for next update

Awesome

Superb

Awesome update bro

Thanks Bhai Log ​

 

[Dev the lover]

UPDATE 34​

Rudra (Damian) ke haath tezi se hawa mein ghoome. Uski ungliyan ek jatil mudra bana rahi thi aur uske muh se ek vinashkari mantra nikalne hi wala tha. Agar woh mantra pura ho jata, toh shayad yeh pura ghar raakh ke dher mein badal jata.
Lekin main intezaar karne walon mein se nahi tha.

Main (Mann mein): “Ab aur nahi.”

Maine turant apne dono haath aage kiye. Meri hatheliyon se ek invisible frequency nikli—woh frequency jo physical duniya ko nahi, balki seedha aatma (soul) ko target karti hai.

Main (Buland aawaaz mein): “SOUL RETRIEVAL: AATMA-VICHHEDAN!”

Jaise hi mera mantra pura hua, waqt jaise tham gaya.

Ek tez jhatka laga.

ZUUUUUNNN!

Mere aur Rudra ke physical shareer (bodies) ek kathi (puppet) ki tarah dhile pad gaye aur zameen ki taraf girne lage.
Lekin hum gir nahi rahe the.

Humare shareeron se humari Aatmaayein (Souls) bahar khich aayi thi.

Ek behad patli, chamakti hui Silver Thread (Rajat Sutra) humari naabhi (navel) se nikal kar niche pade humare shareeron se judi hui thi. Yeh woh aakhiri dhaaga tha jo humein zinda rakhe hue tha. Agar yeh toota, toh maut tay thi.
Damian (Rudra ki aatma mein) hairan tha. Usse pehle ki woh kuch samajh pata, maine uski soul ko gardan se pakda.

Main: “Yahan nahi. Upar!”

Maine ek rocket ki raftaar se udaan bhari.

Main Damian ko ghaseet-te hue chhat ko cheerte hue, hawa ko kaatte hue seedha badalon (clouds) ke upar le aaya.

Niche ghar ek chinti jaisa dikh raha tha. Yahan, aasmaan mein sirf hum the. Shanti aur toofan dono saath mein.

Maine use jhatke se choda. Hum dono hawa mein tair rahe the.

Damian ne apne soul-form ko sambhala. Rudra ka chehra wahi tha, par uski aatma ka rang maila (muddy) aur kaala pad chuka tha.


Damian (hasta hua): “Waah Dev! Apni family ki badi chinta rehti hai tujhe... ki kahin unhe kharoch na aa jaye. Par dusron ki family ko maarne mein bada maza aata hai na tujhe? Unka kya jinko tune past mein kuchla tha?”

Uski baatein mere kaano mein chubhi, par main shant raha.

Main: “Gade murde mat ukhaad Damian. Galati tere baap ki thi. Woh meri family, piche pada tha. Maine bas wahi kiya jo zaroori tha.”

Main thoda aage badha, meri aatma ka golden aura badalon ko roshan kar raha tha.

Main (Gambhir awaaz mein): “Shuruaat usne ki thi, khatam maine kiya. Ab tu mere piche pada hai... iske baad tera beta aayega badla lene? Yeh cycle yahi rukni hogi.”

Damian zor se hasa. Uski hasi mein paagalpan tha.

Damian: “Hahaha! Tujhe lagta hai main tujhse haar ke mar jaunga? Bewakoof Dev! Phele mere is chhote se ansh (fragment) ko toh hara de jo Rudra ke andar hai. Yeh main nahi hu... yeh bas meri parchhai ka ek tukda hai. Agar tu ise bhi nahi nikaal paya, toh asli ‘Main’ se kaise ladega?”

Woh sahi keh raha tha. Rudra ki aatma puri tarah corrupt ho chuki thi. Rudra ki safed roshni aur Damian ka kaala dhuan aapas mein aise ghul gaye the jaise doodh mein zeher.

Agar maine zabardasti Damian ko kheenchne ki koshish ki, toh Rudra ki aatma bhi phat jayegi.

Mujhe surgery karni thi... Soul Surgery.

Main: “Tujhe lagta hai tu nikal nahi sakta? Dekh ab.”

Maine hawa mein apne haath phailaye. Aas-paas ke vatavaran ke Particles (Anu) mere control mein aane lage. Hawa, nami, roshni—sab kuch mere ishare par naachne laga.

Main: “PARTICLE MAGIC: VIBHAJAN (SEPARATION)!”
Maine apne haath aage kiye aur Rudra ki aatma par focus kiya.
Maine Damian ke kaale dhuen ko ek virus ki tarah treat kiya. Ek-ek particle ko maine Rudra ki pure soul se alag karna shuru kiya.
“Aaaagghhhh!”
Damian cheekha. Use dard ho raha tha. Particle magic uske astitva ko bikhair raha tha.

Dhire-dhire, Rudra ki aatma se woh kaala hissa alag hone laga.
Lekin... ek samasya thi.
Damian ne Rudra ki aatma ka aadha hissa kha liya tha. Jab maine Damian ko alag kiya, toh Rudra ki aatma aadhoori (incomplete) reh gayi. Ek khokhla-pan tha wahan.

Agar maine use aise hi wapas bheja, toh Rudra pagal ho jayega ya coma mein chala jayega.

Mere paas sirf ek raasta tha.

Maine apni khud ki aatma (Soul) ki taraf dekha. Woh bright golden thi, urja se bhari hui.
Maine ek faisla liya.

Main: “Main apne bete ko aadhoora nahi chodunga.”

Maine apne daayein haath se apni chhati (chest) par vaar kiya.

Main: “Urghh!”
Dard... bhayankar dard. Aatma ko todna shareer todne se hazar guna zyada takleefdeh hota hai.

Maine apni Half Soul (Aadhi Aatma) ko apne andar se nikaal liya.

Mera aura aadha reh gaya, meri chamak thodi feeki pad gayi.
Lekin mere haath mein ek glowing golden ball thi—mera aadha hissa.

Damian (Darr ke maare): “Tu... tu pagal hai! Tu apni power sacrifice kar raha hai?”

Main (Muskurate hue): “Ek baap ke liye, yeh taqat kuch bhi nahi.”
Maine woh golden hissa Rudra ki khokhli aatma mein fit kar diya.

Jaise hi mera hissa Rudra se mila...

BOOOOM!

Ek nayi roshni paida hui. Rudra ki aatma ab puri thi. Usme ab sirf Rudra nahi tha, usme mera ansh bhi tha.

Ab woh pehle se zyada shaktishali tha.
Maine hawa mein bikhre Damian ke us chote fragment ko muthi mein band kiya aur masal diya.

Woh cheekh ke saath gayab ho gaya.
Ab sirf main aur Rudra the.

Maine Rudra ki aatma ko gale lagaya.

Main: “Chalo beta, ghar chalte hain.”
Hum tezi se niche ki taraf gire. Woh Silver threads humein wapas kheench rahe the.
Baadalon ko cheerte hue, chhat ko paar karte hue...

Living Room
GASP!

Main aur Rudra, dono ek saath jhatke se uth baithe.

Humare physical bodies mein jaan wapas aa gayi thi.

Mere seene mein ek halka sa dard tha—apni aadhi soul khone ka dard—lekin jab maine Rudra ko dekha...

Rudra apni aankhein mal raha tha. Uski aankhein ab wapas normal brown ho gayi thi. Kaalaapan gayab tha.

Woh confuse hokar idhar-udhar dekh raha tha.

Rudra: “Dad...? Hum... hum zameen par kyun hain?”

Dad, Mom, Neha, Saloni aur Pari... sab hairaan the.

Unhone bas humein girte hue dekha tha aur ab uthte hue.

Unhe nahi pata tha ki upar aasmaan mein kya jung hui hai.

Maine ek gehri saans li aur apne ladkhadate hue pairon par khada hua. Kamzori mehsoos ho rahi thi, par dil ko sukoon tha.


Main: “Kuch nahi beta... bas ek bura sapna tha. Jo ab khatam ho gaya.”
Maine Neha ki taraf dekha. Uski aankhein nam thi. Woh samajh gayi thi ki maine kuch bada khoya hai lekin usko pata hai ki mene apne bete ke liye kiyaa thaa yeh...

Lekin maine use ishare se chup rehne ko kaha.

Rudra bilkul theek tha.
Par Damian sahi keh raha tha... yeh toh bas shuruaat thi.

 

[king1969]

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