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Nice update....UPDATE 6
ICU ka gate ek zor ke dhamaake ke saath toot kar girta hai. Lohe ka gate dhool aur chhote chhote tukdon me bikharta hai, aur usse ek bhayanak si awaaz poore emergency room me goonj uthti hai.
Ek pal ke liye sab kuch thama sa lagta hai, lekin iss shanti ke beech se ek kadmon ki bhari awaaz aati hai. Dhool ke parde ke peeche se ek aadmi nikal kar aage aata hai. Uska chehra rage aur khoon ke chhidkon se bhara hua hai, aur uske haathon me ek loaded gun hai.
ICU ke andar har koi shock aur dar ke beech thama hua hai. Yeh aadmi bina kisi hesitation ke seedha stretcher ki taraf badhta hai, jahan Viper zakhmi lete hue tha. Us aadmi ke chehre par ek ajeeb si krur hasi thi, jaise woh apna faisla le chuka ho. Gun ka nokeeda hua barrel seedha Viper ki taraf point karta hai, aur woh chillata hai, "Aaj tera kaam tamaam, Viper! Yeh teri zindagi ka aakhri din hai."
Viper shock aur dard ke beech us aadmi ki taraf dekh raha tha, lekin uski aankhon me ek ajeeb sa sukoon bhi tha, jaise woh apne anjaam ko sweekar kar chuka ho.
Tabhi ek corner me lete Dev ka dard se tuta hua chehra dikhayi deta hai, lekin uski aankhon me ek alag si roshni thi. Jaise hi usne gunman ko trigger ke paas apna finger le jaate dekha, uska pura dhyan alert ho gaya.
Apne zakhmon ke baawjood, uski aankhein ICU ke aas-paas kisi hathiyaar ki talaash karne lagi. Tab usne diwal par latke emergency red axe ko dekha.
Dev apne andar ka dard aur khoon behne ka gham bhool gaya. Uska bas ek hi maksad tha—us gunman ko rokna. Woh ek tezi se diwal ki taraf bhaagta hai. Har kadam ke saath zameen par uske zakhmon se tapakta khoon ek laal chhap chhod raha tha, lekin Dev ke har kadam me determination aur maut ka ek sankalp tha.
Diwal se axe uthakar woh sidha gunman ki taraf bhaaga. Gunman ne ek sekand ke liye Dev ki taraf dekha, lekin tab tak Dev uske paas pahuch chuka tha. Usne apne dono haathon se axe ko tight grip me pakda aur ek powerful swing ke saath gunman ki gardan ke paas maara. Axe ki tez dhaar ne ek hi jhatke me gunman ka sir uske dhad se alag kar diya. Sir hawa me ek pal ke liye ghooma aur zameen par ghoomte hue gir gaya. Khoon ka ek tez fountain uske dhad se nikal kar ICU ke floor par phail gaya.
Viper, jo stretcher par lete hue ab tak shock me tha, Dev ki taraf dekh raha tha. Uske chehre par ek ajeeb sa dar aur hairani thi. Woh dheere se bola, "Tu... tu kaun hai?"
Dev apne axe ke khoon se latpat dhaar ko neeche karta hai. Uska chehra pasine aur khoon me bhara tha, lekin uski aankhon me ek shanti aur maut ka faisla tha. Usne thande lekin bhari shabdon me kaha, "Jo bhi hoon... woh tumhare jaise logo ke liye kaafi hai. Tumhe bachana mera kartavya hai. Par yeh yaad rakhna, yeh raat sirf ek shuruat hai."
Viper ka dimaag ab bhi shock me tha. Usne dheere se haan me sir hilaaya aur bola, "Samajh gaya... har banda jo saamne aaye, dushman hai. Koi nahi bachna chahiye."
Dev ne ek thandi nazar ICU ke baaki area par daali aur axe ko tight grip me pakda. Phir bina kisi aur baat ke woh ICU ke darwaaze ke bahar nikal gaya.
Bahar hospital ka mahaul ek battlefield ban chuka tha. Har taraf goli chalne ki awaaz aur logon ki cheekhein sunai de rahi thi. Dev bina kisi darr ke andar badhne laga. Pehla banda uske samne aaya, aur Dev ne bina koi waqt gavaaye apne axe se uske sar par ek zor ka vaar kiya. Woh banda ek hi jhatke me gir gaya. Dusra banda Dev ke peeche se aaya, lekin Dev ne apne axe ko ghoomakar uski peeth me ghusa diya. Teesre bande ke paas ek knife thi, lekin Dev ne axe ko uske seene me ghusa kar uski jaan le li.
Khoon har taraf phail chuka tha. Dev ka har ek vaar aur tez aur jaanleva hota ja raha tha. Har banda jo uske samne aaya, uska aakhri pal wahi tha. Viper, ICU ke darwaze se khada, Dev ke actions ko dekh raha tha. Uska chehra shock aur dar se bhara tha.
ICU ke gate par khadi Ananya apne bhai ko iss roop me dekh kar thami hui thi. Uski aankhon se aansu beh rahe the, lekin woh itni shock me thi ki kuch bol nahi paa rahi thi. Priya ne apne muh par haath rakha hua tha, aur Ayush ke haath kanp rahe the.
Dev ne aakhiri aadmi ka sar ek zor ke swing ke saath kaata, aur jab wo gir gaya, toh usne dheere se apna axe neeche rakha. Us waqt, Dev ne ICU ke gate par khadi Ananya ki taraf dekha. Ek pal ke liye, uska chehra bilkul blank tha, jaise woh usse pehchaan hi nahi raha ho.
Ananya ne dheere se bola, "Bhaiya... yeh sab kya kar rahe ho?"
Dev ne uski taraf ek thandi nazar dali, lekin ek shabd bhi nahi bola. Uski aankhon me bas ek hi cheez thi—intense determination aur maut ka ek naya roop.
Dev ke chehre par ek ajeeb si begaangi thi, jaise usne apne aas-paas ke logon aur rishtey se apna sambandh tod liya ho. Uski aankhein Ananya ki taraf dekhti zarur thi, lekin unme ek ajeeb si shunyata thi—na moh, na pyaar, bas ek kathor samarpan us mission ke liye jo usne abhi abhi shuru kiya tha.
Ananya ka dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Uske aansu rukh nahi rahe the, aur uski awaaz kanp rahi thi. "Bhaiya... main hoon, Ananya. Aap mujhe pehchaan nahi rahe ho? Yeh sab kya ho raha hai?"
Dev ne ek pal ke liye axe ko neeche kiya aur apne zakhmi haathon ko ek baar dekha. Uska pure haath khoon me latpat tha, lekin usne apne dard ko mehsoos tak nahi kiya. Usne dheere se kaha, "Ananya, main ab woh nahi raha jo tumhara bhai tha."
Ananya ne yeh baat sunte hi ek kadam aage badhaya, lekin Priya ne uska haath pakad liya aur usse peeche kheench liya. Priya ke chehre par dar aur shock saaf dikh raha tha. Usne dheere se kaha, "Mat jao uske paas, Ananya. Woh... woh ab alag insaan lag raha hai."
Ananya ne Priya ki taraf dekha, aur phir ek pal ke liye Dev ki taraf. Uski aankhon me ummeed thi, jaise woh apne bhai ko us andhere se wapas laane ki koshish kar rahi ho. "Bhaiya, mujhe pata hai ki aap jo kar rahe ho woh zarur kisi wajah se kar rahe ho. Par aap is tarah insaan ko maar nahi sakte. Yeh aap nahi ho."
Dev ne Ananya ki baat suni, lekin uske chehre par ek bhi asar nahi dikhayi diya. Usne apna axe uthaya aur cold voice me kaha, "Ananya, tum wahan jao jahan tum safe ho. Mujhe rokne ki koshish mat karna, kyunki main ab apne liye nahi, un logon ke liye lad raha hoon jo khud ko bacha nahi sakte."
Ananya ne phir ek kadam aage badhaya, aur iss baar uski awaaz tez thi. "Toh kya iska matlab hai ki aap apne aap ko maar daalne doge? Tumhe pata bhi hai ki humare upar kya beet rahi hai? Main apne bhai ko khona nahi chahti!"
Dev ek moment ke liye ruka. Uski aankhon me ek chhoti si chamak aayi, jaise usne Ananya ke shabdon ko mehsoos kiya ho. Lekin agle hi pal usne apni aankhen band kar li aur gusse se apne haathon ko zor se band karte hue bola, "Main pehle hi khud ko kho chuka hoon, Ananya. Tumhara yeh bhai ab sirf ek zariya hai... zariya un logon ko khatam karne ka jinhone mujhe ek dead man banaya."
Ananya, jo ab tak himmat jata rahi thi, apne aansuon ko pochti hui peeche hatti. Uska dil toota sa lag raha tha, lekin uske chehre par ab bhi ek umeed ki chhavi thi. Priya aur Ayush usse sambhalne ki koshish kar rahe the, lekin unke chehre par bhi dar aur hairani thi.
Isse pehle ki Ananya kuch aur bolti, Dev ne apna axe upar uthaya aur hospital ke corridor ki taraf chal pada. Uske har kadam ke saath uske khoon se bhare footprints zameen par chhap chhodte ja rahe the. Uske andar ab ek hi cheez bachi thi—revenge.
Poora hospital ab ek battlefield ban gaya tha. Dev ke aankhon ke saamne har taraf banda tha. Lekin Dev ke liye sab ek jaise the. Har banda jo samne aaya, Dev ke axe ka shikar bana.
Ek aadmi, jo Dev par peeche se chhup kar vaar karne ki koshish kar raha tha, usne apna chhura nikal kar Dev ki taraf daud lagai. Dev ne bina peeche dekhe apne axe ko ghoomaya aur us aadmi ka chhura hawa me gir gaya. Axe ki dhaar sidha uske kandhe ke beech ghus gayi, aur woh ek zor ki cheekh ke saath neeche gir gaya.
Dusra banda ek revolver ke saath Dev ke saamne aaya aur goli chalayee, lekin Dev ek pal ke liye neeche juk gaya aur uska axe us bande ke pairon me lag gaya. Woh banda balance kho kar neeche gir gaya, aur Dev ne uska kaam ek hi vaar me tamaam kar diya.
Ananya, Priya aur Ayush ab tak ek kone me khade yeh sab dekh rahe the. Priya ne dheere se kaha, "Yeh Dev bhaiya nahi ho saktae... yeh koi aur hai. Yeh toh jaise kisi aur roop me aa gaya ho."
Ananya ne ek pal ke liye chup rehkar Dev ke axe se girte logon ko dekha, aur uske aansuon ne uski aankhon ko aur gehra kar diya. Uske dil me ek hi sawaal tha—kya woh apne bhai ko wapas laa paayegi, ya jo khada hai woh ab sirf ek insaan ka khatarnak roop hai?
Ananya dheere-dheere Dev ke kareeb aayi. Har taraf laashe bikhri thi, aur khoon ka dariya hospital ke floor par phail chuka tha. Lekin in sab ke beech Ananya ki aankhein sirf ek chehra dhoond rahi thi—apne bhai ka. Jaise hi uski nazar Dev par padi, uska dil ek pal ke liye ruk gaya. Woh zakhmon se latpath tha, lekin uski aankhon me ab bhi ek ajeeb si shakti thi.
Ananya ne bina kuch soche Dev ke kareeb jakar uska haath pakad liya. Uske chhote aur naram haath Dev ke khoon se bhare haathon par the, jaise woh uski har takleef apne andar samet lena chahti ho. Uski awaaz thodi kaamp rahi thi, lekin uske shabdon me ek behen ka gehra pyaar tha.
"Bas kijiye," Ananya ne dheere se kaha, uski awaaz me ek thakan aur dard tha. "Aapko aur takleef me nahi dekh sakti."
Dev, jo ab tak ek maut ka hathiyaar ban chuka tha, ek pal ke liye ruk gaya. Usne Ananya ki taraf dekha, uski aankhon me guilt aur jazbaat ki ek lehar thi. "Mujhe laga tha... ki main tumhe hamesha ke liye kho chuka hoon," usne dheere se kaha.
Ananya ke aansu uski aankhon se tapakne lage, lekin uska chehra ab bhi shant tha. Usne Dev ka haath aur zyada kas ke pakad liya, jaise woh samjhana chahti ho ki kuch bhi ho, woh uske saath hai. "Main yahan hoon," Ananya ne kaha. "Aur jab tak main hoon, aap akela nahi hai. Chahe kuch bhi ho jaye, main hamesha aapke saath rahungi."
Dev ne ek pal ke liye apni aankhein band ki, jaise woh Ananya ke shabdon me shanti dhoond raha ho. Uske andar ki aag ek pal ke liye dheemi padi, lekin uske chehre par ek dard bhari muskaan thi, jaise woh jaanta ho ki abhi uska raasta khatam nahi hua.
Ananya ne apne bhai ka haath ek baar fir se zor se pakda, jaise woh uske andar ke zakhmon ko mehsoos kar rahi ho. Khoon aur maut ke beech, ek behen aur bhai ka rishta ek naye roop me ubhar raha tha—ek aisa rishta jo duniya ke har dard aur takleef ko paar kar sakta hai.
Kaya Ananaya Rok Payegi Dev Ko Aur logo ko Marne se yaa Dev Viper par Aayi musibat ko kudh par lega uski jaan bachayega dekhane ke liye padhate rahe "USELESS"
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UPDATE 7
(SEMI MEGA)
...Lekin uske chehre par ek kathor vyakti ke jazbaat ka pardah abhi bhi tha. Usne apne haath se Ananya ke haath ko dheere se chhoda aur ek kadam peeche hatega. Uski awaaz me thandak thi, lekin uske shabdon ke peeche ek dard ka samundar chhupa tha.
(SEMI MEGA)
...Lekin uske chehre par ek kathor vyakti ke jazbaat ka pardah abhi bhi tha. Usne apne haath se Ananya ke haath ko dheere se chhoda aur ek kadam peeche hatega. Uski awaaz me thandak thi, lekin uske shabdon ke peeche ek dard ka samundar chhupa tha.
"Ananya, jo insaan tumhare samne khada hai, woh tumhara bhai nahi hai. Woh shayad kabhi tha... lekin ab nahi," Dev ne kaha. Uski awaaz me ek ajeeb si begaangi thi, jaise usne apne jazbaat aur rishtey sab kuch khud ke andar dafn kar diya ho.
Ananya ne aankhon me aansuon ke saath uski taraf dekha aur kaha, "Aap jaise bhi ho, mere liye hamesha mere bhai rahoge. Aap apne aap ko jo bhi samjho, mujhe farak nahi padta. Par main aapko iss andhere me doobne nahi dungi."
Ananya ne aankhon me aansuon ke saath uski taraf dekha aur kaha, "Aap jaise bhi ho, mere liye hamesha mere bhai rahoge. Aap apne aap ko jo bhi samjho, mujhe farak nahi padta. Par main aapko iss andhere me doobne nahi dungi."
Dev ne ek lamha ke liye uski taraf dekha, lekin phir bina kuch kahe apna axe uthaya aur hospital ke bahar ki taraf chal pada. Har kadam ke saath, uska dard aur uska mission aur gehra hota ja raha tha. Ananya peeche khadi thi, uske chehre par umeed aur dard ka ek sangam tha.
Jab Dev hospital ke gate ke kareeb pahucha, usne ek pal ke liye ruk kar peeche dekha. Uski aankhein ab bhi thandi aur kathor thi, lekin unme ek chhoti si chamak thi, jo uske andar ab bhi ek insani pehlu hone ka saboot de rahi thi. Usne dheere se kaha, "Main wapas nahi aa paau par tum mere picche yha se aage nhi aana ."
Ananya usse rokna chahti thi, lekin uske shabdon me jo pyaar tha, woh Ananya ke andar ek ajeeb sa sukoon chhod gaya.
Hospital ke darwaze ke bahar ek nayi jung Dev ka intezaar kar rahi thi. Lekin andar,
Ananya ka dil ek hi dua kar raha tha—ki ek din uska bhai apne asli roop me wapas aaye,par agar yehi dev ka asali roop hua toh....
Jung dono taraf kahi shareer ki toh kahi man ke vicharo ki
Dev ek baar phir usko dekhkar kehta hai, "Bas, Bhagwan se kehna mujhe aaj maut naa de."
Yeh kehkar uski aankhon mein ek alag si bechaini aur jazba dikhayi deta hai, jaise woh kisi bade faisle ke kareeb ho. Uske andar ek ladaai chal rahi thi—ek taraf uska vishwaas aur doosri taraf uski takleefein.
Dev vapas mud kar apne sir ko niche karke chalna shuru kar deta hai. Uski chaal mein ek ajeeb si thakaan aur junoon dono dikhta hai. Har kadam ke saath uska gussa aur uska dard aur gehra hota ja raha tha. Uske aas-paas aane wale log dar ke maare peechhe hatte, lekin kuch log jo usse takkar lene ki himmat karte, unka anjaam sirf maut hoti.
Ek aadmi samne aata hai aur chhupkar us par vaar karne ki koshish karta hai, lekin Dev bina palke jhapkaye apne hathiyar se uski gardan kaat deta hai. Uska chehra bilkul thanda hai, jaise maut uske liye ab ek aam baat ho.
Tabhi peeche se ek aur aadmi uski taraf goli chalata hai. Dev lightning speed se palta aur goli ko hawa mein hi kaat diya, uske hathiyar se nikli chamak ne sabko hila diya. Lekin ek aur goli uske seene ko cheerte hue nikal gayi. Khoon uski body ko bheegota raha, lekin Dev ke chehre par ek muscle bhi nahi hila.
Aur tabhi teesri goli uske kandhe ko choom kar nikal gayi, lekin Dev ne ek baar bhi rukne ka naam nahi liya. Har vaar ka jawab woh apne hathiyar se deta raha—kabhi kisi ki gardan kaat deta, toh kabhi unke hathiyar tod deta. Jaise woh ek insaan nahi, ek zinda aag ka gola ban chuka ho.
Log use rokne ki har koshish karte, lekin har baar woh aur zyada brutal aur unstoppable ban jaata. Ek goli uske pair ko chhu gayi, lekin usne bas ek nazar neeche dekhi aur fir apna safar jaari rakha, jaise uska dard uske liye maayne hi nahi rakhta.
Uska har kadam, har ek goli, aur har ek vaar dikhata hai ki Dev ab ek insaan se zyada ek 'walking flame' ban chuka hai. Jo bhi uske raaste mein aata hai, woh sirf ek hi cheez paata hai—vinash.
Udhar, ek national news channel par yeh sab live telecast ho raha tha. Camera ka focus Dev ke har ek kadam, har ek vaar aur uske chehre ki thandak par tha. Har angle se woh ek walking disaster lag raha tha.
Anchor ne shaky voice mein commentary shuru ki:
"Dekhiye, doston, yeh insaan... ya shayad insaan kehna galat hoga. Yeh bedardi se logo ko kaat raha hai, jaise maut uske liye ek khel ho. Aap dekh rahe hai, yeh aadmi chal aise raha hai jaise koi murda insaan ho—ek zombie. Lekin, uske moves... woh kisi trained shadow killer ke moves lagte hain. Itna tez, itna precise! Jaise yeh kisi aur duniya ka ho!"
Screen par ek clip repeat hoti hai jisme Dev hawa mein aayi goli ko kaat deta hai, aur anchor ka shabdon mein shak aur dar aur zyada badh jata hai:
"Yeh toh insani samajh se pare hai. Kya yeh koi insaan ho sakta hai? Kya yeh kisi gang ka shaati assassin hai? Ya phir yeh maut ka ek naya roop hai, jo bas vinash karne aaya hai?"
Tabhi ek aur angle se Dev ka footage dikhaya jaata hai, jisme uska seena khoon se bhar gaya hai, lekin uski aankhon mein koi dard nahi, sirf ek anjaan sa junoon hai. Anchor ki awaaz ekdum se low ho jaati hai, jaise usse khud pata nahi ki woh kya bol raha hai:
"Jo bhi ho, yeh aadmi ya toh apni maut se beparwah hai, ya fir yeh ek walking flame ban gaya hai—vinash ka ek zinda roop."
Udhar news studio mein ek aur anchor shock mein kehta hai, "Yeh aadmi kaun hai? Yeh sab kyun kar raha hai? Aur sabse badi baat, yeh itni goliya kha kar ab tak kaise zinda hai?"
Dev ka image TV screen par dikhayi de raha tha. Uska sir niche, khoon se lehrata, shabnam ke jaise tapak raha tha. Uska ek haath talwaar tha, jo laashon ke beech se usne uthaya tha. Dusra haath apne zakhmon par laga kar, woh chal raha tha, par uski chaal mein ek ajeeb si baat thi – jaise woh maut ke saath dance kar raha ho, har kadam par ek purani kahani ke anjaam ki taraf badh raha ho.
Anchor ka commentary ab aur bhi intense ho gaya tha, jaise woh duniya ko batana chahta ho ki ab kuch hamesha ke liye badal chuka tha.
Anchor: "Dekhiye yeh aadmi... ya shayad insaan kehna galat hoga. Yeh ek jeeta-jagta maut ka saaya hai. Har kadam par laashon ka pahad chhodta ja raha hai. Police aur commando forces ne ise surround kar liya hai, lekin... ab tak ispar kisi ki goli ka asar kyun nahi ho raha? Yeh koi insaan hai ya koi bhoot?"
Screen par ek aur shocking clip chalti hai jisme Dev ek saath chaar aadmiyon ke hathon se gun kheenchn kar, unhi ki goli un par chala deta hai. Har goli ke baad, woh bas ek thodi si muskurahat deta hai, jaise yeh sab uske liye koi game ho.
Dev ki aankhon mein ek ajeeb si chaahat thi, jaise woh jaan-boojhkar mar raha ho. Goli uske sharir ko cheer kar nikal rahi thi, lekin woh thoda bhi nahi jhuka. Woh dheere-dheere apne raste par badhta gaya, ek khule compound ki taraf jahan log use dekh rahe the – kuch dar ke, kuch hairaan, aur kuch uski khaufnaak tasveer ko apne cameras mein capture kar rahe the.
Woh compound jahan Dev ja raha tha, uske aas-paas log chhup kar dekh rahe the. Aaj woh ek aise insaan ka roop tha jo insaaniyat ko bhool chuka tha, ek shadow killer ban gaya tha.
Udhar news channel ke niche ek cafe me unka ek news journalist baate karte hue logo se esp
Ek corner mein, ek maa apne chhote bache ko apni god mein uthaye, aansuon se apna chehra chhupane ki koshish kar rahi thi. Uski aankhon mein ek khauf tha, jo Dev ki presence se aur zyada gehra hota ja raha tha. Uske chehre par dard tha, aur woh bas chup chaap apne bache ko sambhal rahi thi.
Maa (rohte hue): "Bhagwaan, yeh kaisa pralay ka devta bheja hai aapne? Yeh aadmi nahi, ek paagal jaanwar hai! Yeh insaan kab se apni insaniyat bhool gaya, aur bas maut ka chehra lekar zinda hai!"
Woh maa apne bache ko tight pakad rahi thi, jaise har pal mein woh dar uske paas aa jaayega.
Tabhi ek journalist uske paas aata hai, apna camera set karta hua aur usse kuch sawaal karne lagta hai. Journalist ka chehra serious tha, aur uski awaaz mein ek strange curiosity thi.
Journalist (with a professional tone): "Par ma'am, jo log maare gaye hain, woh sab blacklisted terrorists the. Aapko nahi lagta, shayad yeh kisi secret mission ka hissa ho?"
Maa ka chehra ab gussa se laal ho gaya, aur woh journalist ke haath ko zor se jhatak deti hai. Uski aankhon mein ek asli maa ka dar tha, jo apne bache ki safety ko lekar chintit thi.
Maa (gusse se): "Mission? Yeh koi mission nahi, khud maut ka safar hai. Yeh aadmi har insaniyat ko chhupakar sirf maut ka dar phaila raha hai! Yeh kuch bhi nahi, ek jakhmi jaanwar hai jo apne dard ko duniya ko dikhane ka waqt dhoond raha hai!"
Journalist bechain tha, usne kuch aur puchna chaaha, lekin maa ne usse rukne ko kaha. Maa ki aankhon mein ek dar tha jo pure shahar ko mehsoos ho raha tha.
TV screen par ab ek aur clip chal rahi thi, jahan Dev ek highway par ek dimaag se kaafi zyada disturbed insaan ki tarah chal raha tha. Uski chaal kuch ajeeb thi, ek perfect shadow dance jaisa – woh apni maut ke saath bhangra kar raha tha, jaise woh maut ko apne saath le aaye, aur koi isse rok nahi sakta.
Tabhi peeche se ek aur aadmi uski taraf goli chalata hai. Dev lightning speed se palta aur goli ko hawa mein hi kaat diya, uske hathiyar se nikli chamak ne sabko hila diya. Lekin ek aur goli uske seene ko cheerte hue nikal gayi. Khoon uski body ko bheegota raha, lekin Dev ke chehre par ek muscle bhi nahi hila.
Aur tabhi teesri goli uske kandhe ko choom kar nikal gayi, lekin Dev ne ek baar bhi rukne ka naam nahi liya. Har vaar ka jawab woh apne hathiyar se deta raha—kabhi kisi ki gardan kaat deta, toh kabhi unke hathiyar tod deta. Jaise woh ek insaan nahi, ek zinda aag ka gola ban chuka ho.
Log use rokne ki har koshish karte, lekin har baar woh aur zyada brutal aur unstoppable ban jaata. Ek goli uske pair ko chhu gayi, lekin usne bas ek nazar neeche dekhi aur fir apna safar jaari rakha, jaise uska dard uske liye maayne hi nahi rakhta.
Uska har kadam, har ek goli, aur har ek vaar dikhata hai ki Dev ab ek insaan se zyada ek 'walking flame' ban chuka hai. Jo bhi uske raaste mein aata hai, woh sirf ek hi cheez paata hai—vinash.
Udhar, ek national news channel par yeh sab live telecast ho raha tha. Camera ka focus Dev ke har ek kadam, har ek vaar aur uske chehre ki thandak par tha. Har angle se woh ek walking disaster lag raha tha.
Anchor ne shaky voice mein commentary shuru ki:
"Dekhiye, doston, yeh insaan... ya shayad insaan kehna galat hoga. Yeh bedardi se logo ko kaat raha hai, jaise maut uske liye ek khel ho. Aap dekh rahe hai, yeh aadmi chal aise raha hai jaise koi murda insaan ho—ek zombie. Lekin, uske moves... woh kisi trained shadow killer ke moves lagte hain. Itna tez, itna precise! Jaise yeh kisi aur duniya ka ho!"
Screen par ek clip repeat hoti hai jisme Dev hawa mein aayi goli ko kaat deta hai, aur anchor ka shabdon mein shak aur dar aur zyada badh jata hai:
"Yeh toh insani samajh se pare hai. Kya yeh koi insaan ho sakta hai? Kya yeh kisi gang ka shaati assassin hai? Ya phir yeh maut ka ek naya roop hai, jo bas vinash karne aaya hai?"
Tabhi ek aur angle se Dev ka footage dikhaya jaata hai, jisme uska seena khoon se bhar gaya hai, lekin uski aankhon mein koi dard nahi, sirf ek anjaan sa junoon hai. Anchor ki awaaz ekdum se low ho jaati hai, jaise usse khud pata nahi ki woh kya bol raha hai:
"Jo bhi ho, yeh aadmi ya toh apni maut se beparwah hai, ya fir yeh ek walking flame ban gaya hai—vinash ka ek zinda roop."
Udhar news studio mein ek aur anchor shock mein kehta hai, "Yeh aadmi kaun hai? Yeh sab kyun kar raha hai? Aur sabse badi baat, yeh itni goliya kha kar ab tak kaise zinda hai?"
Dev ka image TV screen par dikhayi de raha tha. Uska sir niche, khoon se lehrata, shabnam ke jaise tapak raha tha. Uska ek haath talwaar tha, jo laashon ke beech se usne uthaya tha. Dusra haath apne zakhmon par laga kar, woh chal raha tha, par uski chaal mein ek ajeeb si baat thi – jaise woh maut ke saath dance kar raha ho, har kadam par ek purani kahani ke anjaam ki taraf badh raha ho.
Anchor ka commentary ab aur bhi intense ho gaya tha, jaise woh duniya ko batana chahta ho ki ab kuch hamesha ke liye badal chuka tha.
Anchor: "Dekhiye yeh aadmi... ya shayad insaan kehna galat hoga. Yeh ek jeeta-jagta maut ka saaya hai. Har kadam par laashon ka pahad chhodta ja raha hai. Police aur commando forces ne ise surround kar liya hai, lekin... ab tak ispar kisi ki goli ka asar kyun nahi ho raha? Yeh koi insaan hai ya koi bhoot?"
Screen par ek aur shocking clip chalti hai jisme Dev ek saath chaar aadmiyon ke hathon se gun kheenchn kar, unhi ki goli un par chala deta hai. Har goli ke baad, woh bas ek thodi si muskurahat deta hai, jaise yeh sab uske liye koi game ho.
Dev ki aankhon mein ek ajeeb si chaahat thi, jaise woh jaan-boojhkar mar raha ho. Goli uske sharir ko cheer kar nikal rahi thi, lekin woh thoda bhi nahi jhuka. Woh dheere-dheere apne raste par badhta gaya, ek khule compound ki taraf jahan log use dekh rahe the – kuch dar ke, kuch hairaan, aur kuch uski khaufnaak tasveer ko apne cameras mein capture kar rahe the.
Woh compound jahan Dev ja raha tha, uske aas-paas log chhup kar dekh rahe the. Aaj woh ek aise insaan ka roop tha jo insaaniyat ko bhool chuka tha, ek shadow killer ban gaya tha.
Udhar news channel ke niche ek cafe me unka ek news journalist baate karte hue logo se esp
Ek corner mein, ek maa apne chhote bache ko apni god mein uthaye, aansuon se apna chehra chhupane ki koshish kar rahi thi. Uski aankhon mein ek khauf tha, jo Dev ki presence se aur zyada gehra hota ja raha tha. Uske chehre par dard tha, aur woh bas chup chaap apne bache ko sambhal rahi thi.
Maa (rohte hue): "Bhagwaan, yeh kaisa pralay ka devta bheja hai aapne? Yeh aadmi nahi, ek paagal jaanwar hai! Yeh insaan kab se apni insaniyat bhool gaya, aur bas maut ka chehra lekar zinda hai!"
Woh maa apne bache ko tight pakad rahi thi, jaise har pal mein woh dar uske paas aa jaayega.
Tabhi ek journalist uske paas aata hai, apna camera set karta hua aur usse kuch sawaal karne lagta hai. Journalist ka chehra serious tha, aur uski awaaz mein ek strange curiosity thi.
Journalist (with a professional tone): "Par ma'am, jo log maare gaye hain, woh sab blacklisted terrorists the. Aapko nahi lagta, shayad yeh kisi secret mission ka hissa ho?"
Maa ka chehra ab gussa se laal ho gaya, aur woh journalist ke haath ko zor se jhatak deti hai. Uski aankhon mein ek asli maa ka dar tha, jo apne bache ki safety ko lekar chintit thi.
Maa (gusse se): "Mission? Yeh koi mission nahi, khud maut ka safar hai. Yeh aadmi har insaniyat ko chhupakar sirf maut ka dar phaila raha hai! Yeh kuch bhi nahi, ek jakhmi jaanwar hai jo apne dard ko duniya ko dikhane ka waqt dhoond raha hai!"
Journalist bechain tha, usne kuch aur puchna chaaha, lekin maa ne usse rukne ko kaha. Maa ki aankhon mein ek dar tha jo pure shahar ko mehsoos ho raha tha.
TV screen par ab ek aur clip chal rahi thi, jahan Dev ek highway par ek dimaag se kaafi zyada disturbed insaan ki tarah chal raha tha. Uski chaal kuch ajeeb thi, ek perfect shadow dance jaisa – woh apni maut ke saath bhangra kar raha tha, jaise woh maut ko apne saath le aaye, aur koi isse rok nahi sakta.
Dev (chlate hue ek cameraman ke pass pahuch gaya ):
"Kehte hain na... maut sirf ek paheli hai, par jab insaan apne aap ko kho deta hai, tab woh paheli khud apne haath mein aa jaati hai. Main wahi paheli hoon, jo tum sabko samajhna mushkil hoga..."
Uske muh se nikle yeh shabdon ne logo ko aur bhi zyada hairaan kar diya. Uski baat thi, lekin uski aankhon mein ek aise shaanti thi, jo dar aur maut ka ek naya chehra thi.
Usi waqt kuch log beech mein bol padte hain, jo TV dekh rahe the, unki awaaz sunayi deti hai.
A Voice from the Crowd: "Aap logon ka dimag kharab hai! Aisi news telecast nahi honi chahiye! Yeh kya dikhate ho? Bacchon par kya asar hoga? Yeh sab dekhkar toh unka dimaag bhi khatam ho jayega!"
Journalist (ghusse mein aati hai, camera ko thoda aur apne paas kheench kar, apni awaaz badhati hai): "Dimag khatam? Aapko lagta hai hum sirf entertainment ke liye yeh dikhate hain? Yeh ek real story hai, ek living nightmare hai, jo humare aas-paas ho raha hai! Haan, yeh dar hai, lekin yeh sachai hai! Aap jitna chhupana chahe, sachayi ko log dekhte hi hain! Humare kaam ka mool mantra yeh hai ki sachai dikhai jaaye, chahe uska asar kuch ho ya na ho!"
Crowd mein ek aur awaaz aati hai: "Lekin yeh sab dekhne se toh log bas zyada dar mein chale jayenge! Aapko sochna hoga, kis tarah se isey dikhana zaroori hai! Yeh sab aise hi nahi chal sakta!"
Journalist (apne kaam ko puri tarah se justify karte hue): "Agar aapko lagta hai ki is sach ko band kar dena sahi hai, toh aap galat soch rahe hain! Humari duty hai logo tak sach pahuchana, chahe woh kitni bhi kathin ho! Aur yeh kathin sach aaj humare samne hai."
Screen par Dev ki image dubara dikhayi jaati hai, aur woh dheere-dheere apne raaste par badhta ja raha hai.
Journalist (directly into the camera): "Aaj hum sirf Dev ke bare mein nahi, uss insaan ke bare mein baat kar rahe hain, jo insaan ki seemaon se bahar nikal kar kuch aur ban gaya hai. Yeh dikhana zaroori hai, kyunki yeh humein samajhna zaroori hai. Yeh na sirf uski kahani hai, yeh humare samaj ki kahani hai, jo hum sabko apne andar dekhni hogi."
A Voice from the Crowd (with doubt and curiosity):
"Aise dialogue sun ke, aapko nahi lagta baache isko cool samajh ke hero maan lenge? Jo shayad terrorists ko maar ke burayi ka ant kar raha ho. Aur kaun hai Dev? Aap log naam jaan gaye, bus... aur kuch jaan paaye?"
Journalist (ghusse mein aati hai, camera ko thoda aur apne paas kheench kar, apni awaaz badhati hai):
"Dev kaun hai, yeh jaana toh humara bhi makasad hai. Par yeh jo log mar rahe hain, unko dekh ke yeh bhi soch sakte hain ki baache ko yeh samajhna chahiye ki bure kaam ka bura ant hota hai! Jo bhi ho, iske actions ke peechhe ek sach hai, aur hum sabko uss sach ko samajhna hoga!"
Dev Addresses the Public from the Telecast Studio
Telecast Studio
Scene phir se telecast studio mein switch hoti hai. Dev, camera ko apne haath mein pakde hue, bilkul confident stance mein khada hai. Uski awaaz mein thandi, khaufnaak shanti hai, jaise har lafz ko woh jaan-bujh ke chhupa kar bol raha ho. Studio ke lights flicker karte hain, jo uske tense moments ko reflect karte hain. Camera uske chehre par zoom karta hai, jaise har shabd ko capture karne ki kosis ki ja rahi ho.
Dev (camera ko firmly pakad ke, seedha lens mein dekhta hua):
"Toh mere aache aache deshwaisyo aur mere sabhi dost, bhai, bandhuo... mera naam Dev hai. Bus etna yaad rakhna, aur itna hi pata karne ki kosis bhi karna. Agar iss se aage tumhe kuch pata chale, toh... ho toh usko apne dimag ke andar rakh ke mar jaana, warna main uss dimag ko..." (Thoda ruk kar, uski aankhon mein intense gussa aur bhayankar tezi hai, jaise woh ek dam se kuch khaufnaak dikhane wala ho, jaise hi apne haath se ek laal axe nikaalta hai)
"...ess se kaat kaat ke naali mein baha dunga."
"Kehte hain na... maut sirf ek paheli hai, par jab insaan apne aap ko kho deta hai, tab woh paheli khud apne haath mein aa jaati hai. Main wahi paheli hoon, jo tum sabko samajhna mushkil hoga..."
Uske muh se nikle yeh shabdon ne logo ko aur bhi zyada hairaan kar diya. Uski baat thi, lekin uski aankhon mein ek aise shaanti thi, jo dar aur maut ka ek naya chehra thi.
Usi waqt kuch log beech mein bol padte hain, jo TV dekh rahe the, unki awaaz sunayi deti hai.
A Voice from the Crowd: "Aap logon ka dimag kharab hai! Aisi news telecast nahi honi chahiye! Yeh kya dikhate ho? Bacchon par kya asar hoga? Yeh sab dekhkar toh unka dimaag bhi khatam ho jayega!"
Journalist (ghusse mein aati hai, camera ko thoda aur apne paas kheench kar, apni awaaz badhati hai): "Dimag khatam? Aapko lagta hai hum sirf entertainment ke liye yeh dikhate hain? Yeh ek real story hai, ek living nightmare hai, jo humare aas-paas ho raha hai! Haan, yeh dar hai, lekin yeh sachai hai! Aap jitna chhupana chahe, sachayi ko log dekhte hi hain! Humare kaam ka mool mantra yeh hai ki sachai dikhai jaaye, chahe uska asar kuch ho ya na ho!"
Crowd mein ek aur awaaz aati hai: "Lekin yeh sab dekhne se toh log bas zyada dar mein chale jayenge! Aapko sochna hoga, kis tarah se isey dikhana zaroori hai! Yeh sab aise hi nahi chal sakta!"
Journalist (apne kaam ko puri tarah se justify karte hue): "Agar aapko lagta hai ki is sach ko band kar dena sahi hai, toh aap galat soch rahe hain! Humari duty hai logo tak sach pahuchana, chahe woh kitni bhi kathin ho! Aur yeh kathin sach aaj humare samne hai."
Screen par Dev ki image dubara dikhayi jaati hai, aur woh dheere-dheere apne raaste par badhta ja raha hai.
Journalist (directly into the camera): "Aaj hum sirf Dev ke bare mein nahi, uss insaan ke bare mein baat kar rahe hain, jo insaan ki seemaon se bahar nikal kar kuch aur ban gaya hai. Yeh dikhana zaroori hai, kyunki yeh humein samajhna zaroori hai. Yeh na sirf uski kahani hai, yeh humare samaj ki kahani hai, jo hum sabko apne andar dekhni hogi."
A Voice from the Crowd (with doubt and curiosity):
"Aise dialogue sun ke, aapko nahi lagta baache isko cool samajh ke hero maan lenge? Jo shayad terrorists ko maar ke burayi ka ant kar raha ho. Aur kaun hai Dev? Aap log naam jaan gaye, bus... aur kuch jaan paaye?"
Journalist (ghusse mein aati hai, camera ko thoda aur apne paas kheench kar, apni awaaz badhati hai):
"Dev kaun hai, yeh jaana toh humara bhi makasad hai. Par yeh jo log mar rahe hain, unko dekh ke yeh bhi soch sakte hain ki baache ko yeh samajhna chahiye ki bure kaam ka bura ant hota hai! Jo bhi ho, iske actions ke peechhe ek sach hai, aur hum sabko uss sach ko samajhna hoga!"
Dev Addresses the Public from the Telecast Studio
Telecast Studio
Scene phir se telecast studio mein switch hoti hai. Dev, camera ko apne haath mein pakde hue, bilkul confident stance mein khada hai. Uski awaaz mein thandi, khaufnaak shanti hai, jaise har lafz ko woh jaan-bujh ke chhupa kar bol raha ho. Studio ke lights flicker karte hain, jo uske tense moments ko reflect karte hain. Camera uske chehre par zoom karta hai, jaise har shabd ko capture karne ki kosis ki ja rahi ho.
Dev (camera ko firmly pakad ke, seedha lens mein dekhta hua):
"Toh mere aache aache deshwaisyo aur mere sabhi dost, bhai, bandhuo... mera naam Dev hai. Bus etna yaad rakhna, aur itna hi pata karne ki kosis bhi karna. Agar iss se aage tumhe kuch pata chale, toh... ho toh usko apne dimag ke andar rakh ke mar jaana, warna main uss dimag ko..." (Thoda ruk kar, uski aankhon mein intense gussa aur bhayankar tezi hai, jaise woh ek dam se kuch khaufnaak dikhane wala ho, jaise hi apne haath se ek laal axe nikaalta hai)
"...ess se kaat kaat ke naali mein baha dunga."
Camera zooms in on the axe, jo light mein chamak raha hai. Pura studio mein silent tension fail jaati hai.
Dev (ab apne voice ko aur bhi zyada sharp aur threatening banaata hai, reporter ki taraf dekhta hua):
"Ae reporter, tujhe agar pata hai hospital ke andar meri kon hai, uska ek sabd bhi bataya naa toh... baad mein mat kehna mard jaat kutta hai, falana, dhimka... samjha?"
Camera cuts between Dev's emotionless face and the shocked, uneasy faces of the reporters aur crowd ke log. Tension har taraf fail jaata hai, jaise Dev ka har lafz ek dard ki chhavi ke jaise unke dimaag mein ghoom raha ho.
Dev (ek finality ke saath, jaise har word ka ek last warning ho, uski awaaz mein wo dar aur threat hai jo kisi ke dil mein ghanti ki tarah ghoom jaye):
"Agar kisi ne mujhse baat karne ki koshish ki... toh yeh bata dena... tumhare dimag ko main yeh axe se kaat dunga, aur iss duniya se tumhari yaad bhi mita dunga."
Dev (axe ko dheere se neeche giraata hai, par camera ko nahi chhodta). Uski aankhon ka stare ab bhi lens ko dekhta hai. Studio mein bilkul khaamoshi chhaj jaati hai, jaise uski har baat, har threat, sabke dil mein ek ghera dar chhod gayi ho.
Dev (ab apne voice ko aur bhi zyada sharp aur threatening banaata hai, reporter ki taraf dekhta hua):
"Ae reporter, tujhe agar pata hai hospital ke andar meri kon hai, uska ek sabd bhi bataya naa toh... baad mein mat kehna mard jaat kutta hai, falana, dhimka... samjha?"
Camera cuts between Dev's emotionless face and the shocked, uneasy faces of the reporters aur crowd ke log. Tension har taraf fail jaata hai, jaise Dev ka har lafz ek dard ki chhavi ke jaise unke dimaag mein ghoom raha ho.
Dev (ek finality ke saath, jaise har word ka ek last warning ho, uski awaaz mein wo dar aur threat hai jo kisi ke dil mein ghanti ki tarah ghoom jaye):
"Agar kisi ne mujhse baat karne ki koshish ki... toh yeh bata dena... tumhare dimag ko main yeh axe se kaat dunga, aur iss duniya se tumhari yaad bhi mita dunga."
Dev (axe ko dheere se neeche giraata hai, par camera ko nahi chhodta). Uski aankhon ka stare ab bhi lens ko dekhta hai. Studio mein bilkul khaamoshi chhaj jaati hai, jaise uski har baat, har threat, sabke dil mein ek ghera dar chhod gayi ho.
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