Fantasy THE USELESS

[RAAZ]

UPDATE 2

Character Introduction:

1. Dev (Hero, 25 years old):
A seemingly useless individual, Dev has always struggled with basic tasks, earning him the label of "useless" from his family. Though always ignored and belittled, there's more to Dev than meets the eye.

2. Ananya (Chhoti Behen, 18 years old):
Dev's younger sister, Ananya, loves him dearly, and despite his flaws, she believes in him more than anyone else. She stands by him even when the whole world turns against him.


3. Sakshi (Badi Behen, 30 years old):
Dev’s elder sister, more pragmatic and often critical of him, seeing him as a burden. She struggles to understand him but cares for him in her own way.


4. Raghav (Papa, 50 years old):
Dev’s father, who has little faith in his son’s potential. His tough love often comes across as cold and indifferent.


5. Gita (Maa, 48 years old):
Dev’s mother, whose harsh words have always made Dev feel unwanted. She doesn’t believe in his worth and expresses her frustration openly.


6. Sudhir (Chacha, 45 years old):
Dev's uncle, who plays a key role in keeping the family in check. Though not particularly close to Dev, he follows orders without question.

7. Aarav (Cousin Brother, 20 years old):
A cousin who doesn’t see Dev as someone worth helping but is tied to the family’s affairs.


8. Isha (Cousin Sister, 22 years old):
Another cousin who, like Aarav, does not get along with Dev. Their relationship is strained and full of tension.


Subah ka Samay

Ananya subah apne palatial ghar ke garden ke andar morning walk karte hue ruki hui hai. Aas-paas well-maintained lawns, fountains, aur marble benches hain, lekin Ananya ka mann un sab sukh-sauvvidhaon mein nahi lagta. Woh ek bade French window ke paas khadi hokar apne bade bhai Dev ke baare mein soch rahi hai. Uske dil mein ek ajeeb sa khali pan hai.


Breakfast ka time hota hai. Dining table par imported crockery aur freshly brewed coffee ki khushboo hai. Gita, Ananya ki maa, ek elegant sari pehne, table ke head par bethi hain. Woh ek calm aur composed aurat lagti hain, lekin unke shabdon mein aksar thandak aur authority hoti hai.

Gita: "Ananya, agar tu Dev ke baare mein sochna band karegi, toh tera din zyada productive hoga. Uski fikar chhod de, aur apne academics pe dhyan de."

Ananya unki baat sun kar kuch nahi bolti, lekin uska chehra udaas ho jata hai. Uska breakfast untouched hai. Woh bina kuch khaaye uthi aur apne room mein chali gayi. Dressing table ke saamne khadi hokar apne uniform ka ek button lagate-lagate uski soch wapas Dev ki taraf chali jaati hai. "Bhai ab tak ghar wapas kyun nahi aaye?"

Ananya apni cycle nahi, apni sleek white car le kar school ke liye nikalti hai. Driver car chala raha hai, aur woh backseat mein bethi hai, apne backpack ko apne saamne rakhe, khidki se bahar dekh rahi hai. She’s lost in thought. Driver bhi samajh raha hai ki Ananya kuch disturbed hai, lekin kuch kehta nahi.

School ek elite institution hai, bade-bade lawns aur marble entry gates ke saath. Jaise hi Ananya apne doston Priya aur Ayush ke paas pahuchti hai, dono uske chehre ki udaasi dekh kar thoda tense ho jaate hain. Priya ek designer dress aur Ayush branded shoes pehne hue hain, lekin dono ke chehre pe apni dost ke liye genuine concern hai.



Priya: "Ananya, tu itni serious kyun lag rahi hai? Subah ka mood spoil kar diya kya kisi ne?"

Ayush (halki hasi ke saath): "Ya phir... kya tumhare Bhai ne phir se koi aise stunt maar diya jo front page news ban jaye?"

Ananya ka gussa ek dum se bharak uthta hai. Woh Ayush ki taraf gusse se dekhti hai.

Ananya: "Ayush, mazaak mat karna! Tumhe pata bhi hai main kitni worried hoon? Bhai ghar nahi aaye, aur tum log unka mazaak uda rahe ho!"

Priya beech-bachav karne ki koshish karti hai. Woh softly Ananya ka haath pakad kar bolti hai

Priya: "Ananya, Ayush bas casual baat kar raha tha. Relax kar na. Mujhe pata hai tu Dev Bhai ke baare mein pareshaan hai, lekin shayad woh kisi kaam ke liye busy hain. Chal, andar chalte hain, shayad tera mood better ho jaye."

Ayush bhi ab apologize karta hai.

Ayush: "Sorry yaar, Ananya. Main bas mazaak kar raha tha. Mujhe pata hai ki tu kitni attached hai apne Bhai ke saath. Tension mat le; sab theek hoga."

Ananya unki baat sun kar thoda relax hoti hai, lekin ab bhi uska mann kharaab hai. Woh unke saath classroom ki taraf chal padti hai.

Classroom mein teacher apna lecture de kar ja chuke hain, aur lunch break hone mein abhi thoda time baaki hai. Class ke saare students apni notebooks band karke apni baatein karne lagte hain. Ananya apni seat par akeli bethi hai, aur uska mann kahin aur chala jaata hai. Uske dimaag mein Dev ke saath bitaaye bachpan ke pal ghoomne lagte hain.

Usse yaad aata hai ek din, jab woh chhoti si thi, sirf 7 saal ki, aur Dev tab 14 ka tha. Dono ek baar park mein khel rahe the, aur Ananya ek jhule se gir kar zor se ro padi thi.

Flashback

Bachpan Ki Yaad

Ananya ke ghutne se khoon nikal raha tha, aur woh zameen par bethi zor-zor se ro rahi thi. Dev uske paas bhaag kar aaya aur uske paas jhuk kar bola

Dev: "Anu, rona band kar na. Dekh, agar tu roti rahegi, toh sab log yeh samjhenge ki tu darpok hai. Chal, main tujhe ek magic trick dikhata hoon."

Dev ne apni jeb se ek chhota sa coin nikala aur usse apne haath mein chhupa kar bola:
Dev: "Dekho, yeh coin ab gayab ho jayega."
Ananya, apne aansoon pochhte hue, uski taraf curious nazron se dekhne lagi. Dev ne coin ko haath mein ghuma kar kaise bhi karke apni shirt ke andar gira diya. Phir usne apni jeb se coin nikal kar bola:

Dev: "Tada! Magic!"

Ananya ke aansoon thode ruk gaye, aur uske chehre par ek chhoti si muskaan aa gayi. Lekin uska ghutna abhi bhi dukh raha tha. Dev usse aur hansane ke liye zameen par ek patthar utha kar bola:
Dev: "Dekho, yeh patthar tere dard ka asli culprit hai. Main ab isse saza doonga!"

Phir Dev ne patthar ko pakad kar pretend kiya ki woh usse zor-zor se daant raha hai:
Dev: "Tumne meri behen ko giraya? Ab tu dekh, main tujhe giraata hoon!"​

Yeh dekh kar Ananya hasne lagi. Dev ne phir uska haath pakad kar bola:
Dev: "Anu, tu ro mat. Agar tu muskuraayegi, toh dard khud-ba-khud bhaag jayega."

Ananya ki muskaan wapas aa gayi thi, aur Dev usse kandhe par utha kar ghar le gaya tha. Us din se lekar Ananya ko hamesha lagta tha ki Dev uska hero hai – chahe woh duniya ke liye kuch bhi ho, lekin Ananya ke liye woh sab kuch hai..

Dheere Dheere classes khatam hoti hai aur
Class ki ghanti bajti hai, aur lunch break shuru ho jata hai. Saare students apni desks chhod kar canteen ki taraf bhaag rahe hain. Kuch apne dosto ke saath lunch karne ke liye benches par baithte hain, toh kuch apne tiffins nikal kar wahi classroom mein hi kha rahe hain.

Ananya ab bhi apni jagah pe bethi hui hai, apne lunch box ko bag se nikal kar desk par rakh deti hai, lekin uska mann khane ka nahi hai. Woh ab bhi Dev ke baare mein soch rahi hai. Uski aankhon mein thodi udaasi hai, aur woh apne aas-paas ki chahal-pahal se bekoof hai.

Itne mein uske dono ache dost, Priya aur Ayush, uske paas aate hain. Priya ke haath mein uska tiffin hai, aur Ayush apne bag ko apne kandhe pe latkaye hue hamesha ki tarah masti ke mood mein hai.

Priya: "Anu, tu lunch nahi karegi? Subah se dekha hai tujhe, bilkul chup-chup si lag rahi hai. Sab theek hai na?"

Ayush (halki si hasi ke saath): "Haan, Ananya. Tera jo 'useless bhai' hai, woh kuch naya kar ke to nahi bhaag gaya?"

Priya ekdum Ayush ki taraf gusse se dekhti hai aur uska haath thoda sa maar kar bolti hai:
Priya: "Ayush, kabhi toh serious raha kar! Dekh nahi raha ki Ananya ka mood kharab hai?"

Ananya ek moment ke liye Ayush ki baat sun kar thoda khafa ho jati hai, lekin phir woh chup ho jati hai. Ayush uske badalte expressions ko dekh kar thoda samajh jata hai ki usne kuch galat keh diya.

Ayush (thoda sambhalte hue): "Sorry yaar, Ananya. Main mazaak kar raha tha. Kya hua hai? Tu tension mein lag rahi hai."

Ananya thoda hesitant hoti hai, lekin phir apne doston ko bata deti hai:
Ananya: "Bhai subah se ghar par nahi hai. Pata nahi kahan hai. Maa-papa ko koi parwaah hi nahi hai. Unhe lagta hai ki woh kuch kaam ka nahi hai, isliye unki missing hone ki bhi koi value nahi."

Priya uski baat sun kar thoda shocked hoti hai. Woh uska haath pakad kar softly bolti hai:
Priya: "Anu, tu tension mat le. Shayad woh kisi kaam ke liye bahar gaya ho aur wapas aa jayega."

Ananya: "Nahi Priya, mujhe lagta hai kuch galat hua hai. Bhai ki aadat hai bina bataaye ghar se bahar jaane ki, lekin is baar... is baar sab kuch alag lag raha hai."

Ayush bhi serious ho jata hai aur Ananya ke saamne ek stool kheench kar baith jata hai.

Ayush: "Dekho, main mazaak nahi kar raha, par kya tumne police ko report kiya? Agar tumhe sach mein kuch galat lag raha hai, toh action lena chahiye."

Ananya (thoda chidh kar): "Papa ne FIR file karwa di hai, lekin mujhe unki baaton pe bharosa nahi hai. Mujhe lagta hai woh kuch chhupa rahe hain."

Priya: "Aise mat soch, Anu. Tujhe khud kuch karna hoga. Chal, lunch ke baad hum teeno milkar plan karte hain ki kya karna chahiye."

Ayush usse distract karne ke liye uska tiffin khol leta hai.
Ayush: "Achha, ab yeh tension chod aur mujhe dekhne de ki tere lunch mein kya hai. Mujhe pata hai aunty tere tiffin mein aloo ke parathe deti hain."

Priya aur Ananya thoda sa hans padti hain, lekin Ananya ke chehre pe ek halka sa gham ab bhi hai.
Ananya: "Tum dono meri zindagi ke sabse ache dost ho. Mujhe nahi pata ki bhai ka kya hoga, lekin tum log ho to shayad main sambhal jaungi."

Priya uske kandhe pe haath rakhti hai aur muskurakar bolti hai:

Priya: "Tujhe toh pata hai, Anu. Hum hamesha tere saath hain."

Lunch break ke baaki samay mein woh teeno ek saath lunch karte hain, lekin Ananya ke dimaag mein Dev ki chinta ab bhi chhupi hui hai

Aise hi time kab katane laga koi nahi jaan paya aur dheere dheere raat ke andre ne asmaan ko dhak diyaa

Ek jungle ki ghana andhera bhari raat. Hawa mein ek ajeeb si gungunahat hai jo sirf khauf ko aur gehra banati hai. Jungle ke ek kone mein, kuch log ek jeep se utarte hain. Sabke haath mein hathiyar hain, aur unka chehra chehre pe khauf aur irade dono saaf dikh rahe hain.

Gang Leader (dheere aur theekhte hue):
"Yeh jagah sahi hai. Yeh do laashon ko yahan daba dete hain. Koi kabhi nahi milega. Jaldi karo, khudai shuru karo."

Teen aadmi apne haath mein belche aur phawda lekar zameen khodna shuru karte hain. Khudai karte-karte unmein se ek rukta hai aur ek ajeeb si cheez ko dekh kar dar jata hai.

Aadmi 1:
"Boss, yahan kuch hai... kuch ajeeb sa."

Gang Leader (apna hathiyar nikalte hue):
"Ajeeb kya? Dekhne do!"

Aur phir woh zameen se ek aadmi ka haath dikhai deta hai, jo puri tarah mitti mein lipta hua hai. Gang ke sab log ek pal ke liye dar jate hain.

Aadmi 2:
"Yeh toh laash lag rahi hai... lekin iski haalat dekh ke lagta hai ki yeh abhi abhi yahan dabai gayi hai."

Gang Leader:
"Chup raho! Laash hai toh kya hua? Zyada mat socho. Iska pura shareer bahar nikalo!"

Woh log phir se khodna shuru karte hain, aur dheere-dheere us aadmi ka pura shareer bahar aata hai. Woh Dev hai—zinda, lekin behosh aur zakhamon se bhara hua.

Aadmi 3 (shock mein):
"Boss! Yeh laash zinda hai!"

Gang Leader (apni aankhon par vishwas na karte hue):
"Kya bakwas kar raha hai tu? Kaise zinda ho sakta hai?"

Achanak Dev ki ungli hileti hai. Gang ke log peeche hat jaate hain.


Gang Leader (dheere se):
"Yeh kaise ho sakta hai? Isko toh maar diya gaya hoga!"

Dev ke aankh khul jate hain. Uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb si rage aur intensity hai. Jise woh dekhta hai, uska mann thartharane lagta hai. Uska chehra zakhmon se bhara hai, lekin uske andar ek nayi jaan aur ek alag si energy hai.

Dev (dheere, lekin khatarnaak awaaz mein):
"Kya tum log bhi mujhe dabane aaye ho? Ya phir tumhare hisse ka maidan khaali hai?"


Gang ke log ek pal ke liye bolti bandh ho jati hai. Gang Leader samajhne ki koshish karta hai, lekin Dev ek dum se uth kar ek aadmi ke hathiyar ko pakad leta hai.

Jungle mein khamoshi ke beech, Dev ki aankhon ki rage aur intensity ne gang ke logon ke hosh uda diye hain. Sab log ek pal ke liye ek doosre ki taraf dekhte hain, jaise samajh nahi paa rahe ho ki kya karna hai.

Gang Leader (dheere se):
"Yeh kaun hai? Iska yahan hone ka matlab kya hai?"

Dev, ab tak zakhmon se bhara hua aur kamzor hai, lekin uski aankhon ki energy ab bhi sab par bhaari pad rahi hai.

Dev (halke, lekin thake hue shabdon mein):
"Agar zinda hoon... toh iska matlab hai... mujhe dobara maarne ka irada toh tumhara nahi hai?"

Gang Leader (apne logon ko signal dete hue):
"Chup raho sab! Mujhe lagta hai, yeh zinda hai aur iski madad karna zaruri hai. Koi laash yahan zinda nahi hoti. Shayad iss aadmi ka kuch alag hi khel hai."

Gang ke log ek pal ke liye confusion mein hote hain, lekin boss ke signal ke baad woh Dev ke kareeb jaate hain aur usse uthane ki koshish karte hain.

Aadmi 1 (dar aur vishwas ke beech):
"Boss, yeh toh bilkul hi thak gaya hai. Shayad zyada waqt tak nahi bachega."

Gang Leader:
"Agar zinda hai, toh iska matlab hai isse upar waale ne bacha ke rakha hai. Jaldi karo! Gaadi lekar aao. Isko yahan aur nahi rehne dena."

Woh log Dev ko uthane lagte hain. Gang ka ek aadmi Dev ke haath se khun behte dekh kar apni shirt utar kar uske zakhmon par baandhne lagta hai.

Aadmi 2:
"Boss, yeh aadmi insaan lagta hai. Mujhe lagta hai iski madad karna chahiye. Shayad yeh kisi bade pareshani mein tha."

Gang Leader (gambhir lekin samajhdari ke saath):
"Haan, mujhe bhi yeh hi lagta hai. Hospital lekar chalo isse. Zinda reh gaya toh yeh aadmi humare kaam aa sakta hai, ya hume kuch raaz bata sakta hai."

Gang ke log Dev ko jeep mein bitha kar jungle ke raste se bahar nikalte hain. Jeep mein ek ajeeb si khamoshi chhayi hoti hai, lekin sabke chehre par confusion aur thoda sa afsos dikhai deta hai.

Dev (dheere, kamzor shabdon mein):
"Tum log... mujhe kyun bacha rahe ho? Shayad... mujhe yahin rehne dete toh behtar hota."

Gang Leader:
"Tumhe zinda rehne ka ek hi reason hoga. Shayad zindagi tumhare liye kuch aur plan kar rahi hai. Zyada mat socho, hum tumhe safe jagah le ja rahe hain."

Jeep ek chhoti si hospital ke paas rukti hai. Gang ke log Dev ko uthakar andar le jaate hain.

Doctor (suraksha ke saath):
"Yeh toh bohot buri halat mein hai. Zyada khun beh chuka hai. Tum log kaun ho?"



Gang Leader (jaldi se):
"Koi sawaal mat karo, bas iski jaan bacha lo. Paisa chahiye toh milega."

Doctor, gang ki baat samajhte hue, Dev ka ilaaj shuru kar deta hai. Dev ab tak behosh hai, lekin uska chehra ab bhi uske andar ki energy aur dard ko saaf dikhata hai.

Gang Leader (andar hi andar):
"Is aadmi ka zinda rehna zaruri hai. Shayad iska ek kissa shuru hone wala hai, jo ab tak hum samajh nahi paaye."

To be continued...​

Wah kia duniya hai ek taraf sabhya log hai jo apne aulad ki na kamyabi me help ki jagah usay maar ker dafna detay hai aur doosri taraf samajh ki burai hai jo isko zinda dekh kar samjhtey hai ki shayad upar wale ne maut nahi di to humay isko bachana chahiye. Wah re duniya kalyug hai ji ghor kalyug.

 

[RAAZ]

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.​

"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."​

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.​

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."​

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.​

Bhai sahab shuru to sahi hui thee magar ab kaha agai hai story kiya aapko khud pata hai abhi to Bina sir pair ki story lag rahi hai. Ek baccha jo kamzor hai jisse koi kaam nahi hk sakta joki useless hai jiske maa baap n relatives usay maar ke gad detay hai magar achanak woh zinda milta hai aur operation table n ICU se uth ke aisay marne lagta hai ki golio ka bhi asar nahi hota uske upar achanak se yah kaun si divya shakti aa gayi. Aur anaya ka kahna ki woh mission per hai jo ghar ka useless baccha hai woh achanak mission per kaisay thaa.

Bohat lafda hai bhai kuch bhi samjh me nahi aa raha hai itna uljhaoge to log apna patience kho denge.

 

[Smith_15]

Update 8

 

[Dev the lover]

Bhai sahab shuru to sahi hui thee magar ab kaha agai hai story kiya aapko khud pata hai abhi to Bina sir pair ki story lag rahi hai. Ek baccha jo kamzor hai jisse koi kaam nahi hk sakta joki useless hai jiske maa baap n relatives usay maar ke gad detay hai magar achanak woh zinda milta hai aur operation table n ICU se uth ke aisay marne lagta hai ki golio ka bhi asar nahi hota uske upar achanak se yah kaun si divya shakti aa gayi. Aur anaya ka kahna ki woh mission per hai jo ghar ka useless baccha hai woh achanak mission per kaisay thaa.

Bohat lafda hai bhai kuch bhi samjh me nahi aa raha hai itna uljhaoge to log apna patience kho denge.

shukriya bhai phele toh padhane ke kiye aur rahi baat confusion aur bina shir pair ki khanai ki toh abhi buildup hi chal raha joh scene at the moment hai wahi dikhaye gaye hi mission waali waali baat toh dev ne bhi kudh se boli ki abhi jis mission pr woh hai usko pura karna hai like - viper ko bachana aur usme koi devi shkti kaha se aayi kyu aayi eska khulasa toh hogaa abb bhai etna uljhan ho sakata create me bhi manata hu aur koi abhi tak bona nahi toh mujhe laga log samajh rahe ho joh me likha raha hu woh sab bus agar etne patience rakhe hai toh thoda patience aur rakh le kaya pata woh update aane hi wala thi aap ne puch liya ki kaya chal raha sab kuch binaa shir pair ke

Again thank you for raising confusion and reading bhai ​

 

[Dev the lover]

Update 8

thank you bhai jaldi deta smith bhai kuch mistake ho story me toh tum bhi bata dena kuch samajh naa aaye toh​

 

[Naik]

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.​

"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."​

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.​

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."​

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.​

Yeh dev ke Ander kon si atma aa gayi h bhala
Itni golia lagne baad bhi chalta jaa raha h or sabko gajer mooli ki tarah kaat ta jaa raha h
Or last wali warning ne tow sabke Dil me dehsat hi Bhar di
Baherhal dekhte h aage kia hota h
Behtareen shaandar update Bhai

 

[RAAZ]

shukriya bhai phele toh padhane ke kiye aur rahi baat confusion aur bina shir pair ki khanai ki toh abhi buildup hi chal raha joh scene at the moment hai wahi dikhaye gaye hi mission waali waali baat toh dev ne bhi kudh se boli ki abhi jis mission pr woh hai usko pura karna hai like - viper ko bachana aur usme koi devi shkti kaha se aayi kyu aayi eska khulasa toh hogaa abb bhai etna uljhan ho sakata create me bhi manata hu aur koi abhi tak bona nahi toh mujhe laga log samajh rahe ho joh me likha raha hu woh sab bus agar etne patience rakhe hai toh thoda patience aur rakh le kaya pata woh update aane hi wala thi aap ne puch liya ki kaya chal raha sab kuch binaa shir pair ke

Again thank you for raising confusion and reading bhai ​

Koi nahi bhai jab padege to tabhi to poochege aur yahi to maza hai reader n writer relationship ka aur aisay threads me story aane ka warna to novels hai magar thread ki beauty hi yahi hai ki jaha samjh me nahi aaye pooch lo then next kisi update me cheeze clear ho jayege.
Kabhi negative critics bhi story building ke liye zaroori hotey hai. Xos...p se aapke sath rahey hai.

 

[Dev the lover]

Koi nahi bhai jab padege to tabhi to poochege aur yahi to maza hai reader n writer relationship ka aur aisay threads me story aane ka warna to novels hai magar thread ki beauty hi yahi hai ki jaha samjh me nahi aaye pooch lo then next kisi update me cheeze clear ho jayege.
Kabhi negative critics bhi story building ke liye zaroori hotey hai. Xos...p se aapke sath rahey hai.

Shkuriya Bhai Me Bhi wahi keh rha waise mene esko negative comment liya nhi me toh vpas kudh padhane laga ki lagata kuch unecessery likha kahi pr joh out of point ho gya wahi doondh raha kyuki aur bagwan ke alwa kuch perefect nhi toh galati toh me bhi karunga bus aap batyenge usko sahi karunga toh meri writing me aur nikhar aayega xossip par waise ek baat toh thi agar hero ke point of view se koi bachodi dikhi logo ko writer ki chatani bana dete the

 

[Iron Man]

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.​

"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."​

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.​

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."​

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.​

Shaandar jabardast super faddu update

 

[Ashish120]

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