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Mind-blowing update bhai
Dil se shukriya bhai ka
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UPDATE 18 – THE TRAP INSIDE
Bus ka darwaza mere peeche Hiss karke band ho gaya.
Andar ka nazara bahar se bilkul alag tha.
Kaale paint ki wajah se ghut’ti roshni — sirf driver cabin ki dim light aur dashboard ke LEDs.
Hawa mein paseena, darr aur purani seat covers ki badboo.
Bachche seats ke neeche dubke hue, siskiyan bhi dabi hui.
Meri nazrein turant Scan Mode mein.
Threat Assessment:
• Target 1 (Joker Mask): Saamne, 5 kadam. Saloni Didi ko baalon se pakda hua. Gun temple par. Primary threat.
• Target 2 (Rear Guard): Pichle hisse mein. AK-Draco short. Bachchon ko cover.
• Target 3 (Driver Seat): Shotgun. Mirrors par dhyaan.
Status: Main unarmed + shirtless.
Time limit: Seconds.
Joker ne Saloni Didi ko jhatka diya — woh seat par giri, maatha lohe se takraya.
“Aah!”
Mera shareer aage badha, par maine pair zameen mein gadd diye.
Abhi nahi ek galat kadam aur didi ki jaan....
Joker (hanste hue): “Dekh raha hoon… aankhon mein gussa hai, pairon mein control.
V Sir ne sahi kaha tha… tu aam police wala nahi hai.”
Main (shaant): “Saloni ko chhod de. Tera kaam mujhse hai na? Main aa gaya.”
Joker: “Tch tch… itni jaldi nahi.
Pehle live stream on karenge. Duniya dekhegi Inspector kaise ghutno par gidgidata hai.”
Usne Rear Guard ko ishara kiya.
Joker: “Oye! Iske haath baandh. Tight.”
Target 2 rifle latka kar zip-ties le aaya.
Window of Opportunity.
Jab woh mere paas aaya — Joker ka vision block.
3… 2… 1…
Maine uski kalaayi pakdi — ek jhatke mein kheench kar Human Shield banaya.
Gala arm mein phasaya — Chokehold.
Joker (chilla kar): “Chhod usse!”
Gun meri taraf.
Main (gunde ke kaan mein): “Sorry dost.”
Belt se pistol nikali — tez movement, kisi ne dekha hi nahi.
Joker trigger dabane wala tha…
THAIN!
Meri goli pehle — seedha Joker ke dahine kandhe par.
“AAAAHHH!”
Gun giri.
Saloni Didi: “Dev peeche!”
Driver shotgun ghuma raha tha.
Maine chokehold wale gunde ko driver par dhakka maara — dono narrow passage mein phans gaye.
Ab main free ho gaya thaa.
Joker zameen par, gun uthane ki koshish.
Main uske upar kooda — knee drop chhaati par.
CRACK! (pasliyan tooti)
Gardan pakad kar zameen par patka.
Mask tedhi, khoon nikal raha.
Main (guraate hue): “Kisne bheja hai tujhe? Bol!”
Peeche movement.
Target 2 rifle utha chuka tha — seedha aim.
Main Joker ke upar tha. Bachne ki jagah nahi.
Goli chalti toh main hat jata… par Saloni ko lagti.
Waqt ruk gaya.
Clock Mark sensation wapas — halki si.
Muscles vibrate.
Trigger dabta hua dikh raha tha — slow motion.
Maine Joker ki giri gun uthayi, bina dekhe peeche aim…
CLANG!
Goli seedha rifle ke barrel par — sparks, rifle giri.
Main palta — daud — Flying Knee seedha jaw par.
Woh behosh seat par gira.
Bus mein sannata.
Teen gunde.
30 seconds.
Khel khatam.
Main Joker ke paas wapas.
Mask nocha — military cut, gardan par tattoo. Mercenary.
Main: “V kaun hai? Woh mujhse kya chahta hai?”
Joker (khoon thookte, creepy smile): “Woh test le raha tha Dev.
Tumhari speed… accuracy… decision making.
Bina kisi bachche ko maare rok liya… toh tum Phase 2 ke liye qualify kar gaye.”
Main: “Phase 2? Kya bakwaas?”
Joker: “Phase 2… jahan dushman bahar se nahi aayenge…
Tumhare andar se aayenge.
V ne kaha hai… ‘Time God ka asli dushman Samay hi hota hai.’”
Yeh bolte hi daant beech mein dabaye — Cyanide capsule.
Body akad gayi. Khatam.
Maine gusse mein zameen par mukka maara.
“Damn it Madharchod sala..!”
Tabhi halki rone ki aawaz…
Saloni Didi seat ke kone mein dubki hui — chehra safed.
Unhone mujhe gunde ko maarte, haath todte, goli chalate hue dekha tha.
Yeh woh Babu nahi tha jise woh jaanti thi.
Main dheere se paas gaya — haath pe khoon laga hua.
Main (halki aawaz): “Didi…?”
Woh peeche hati. Darr ke maare.
Maime haath peeche kiye.
Main: “Main hoon… Dev. Aapka bhai.”
Unhone aankhon mein dekha — purani masoomiyat dhoondhi.
Phir nange seene par purane zakhm dekhe.
Darr pighal gaya aur unhe sayad apna babu dikh gaya .
Woh aage badhi aur itni zor se gale lagaya ki saans atak gayi.
Saloni Didi (phoot-phoot kar): “Mujhe laga maine tujhe kho diya…”
Main: “Kaha tha na… narak mein bhi chhupne ki jagah nahi milegi enko meri didi ko chua enhhone yeh esi layak the .
Main aa gaya Didi. Kuch nahi hone dunga.”
Bahar sirens.
Commandos ne darwaza toda.
“POLICE! CLEAR!”
SHO sabse pehle aaye — teeno gundon ki haalat dekhi, phir humein.
Unki aankhon mein respect.
SHO: “Dev… tu thik hai?”
Maine sir hilaya — aankhein boli: “V ko dhoondhna padega Sir. Yeh sirf shuruaat hai.”
Bus se neeche utre hue, mujhe duniya hero ki tarah dekh rahi thi.
Par Saloni Didi ne mera haath itna kass ke pakda tha…
jaise chhoda toh main hawa mein gayab ho jaunga.
Aur shayad… unka darr sahi bhi tha.
Kyunki jis raste par main chal pada tha…
wahan se wapas aana aasaan nahi tha,woh kehate hai naa joh upper aapke liye likha jaa chuka woh badlega nahi chahe aap time traveller hi kyu naa ban jaaye.....
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Awesome, speechless
Dil se shukriya bhaiyo ka
Love you & thanks for the constant support
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UPDATE 19 – THE SILENT STORM
Bus ki aakhri seedhi utarte waqt mere pair thode bhaari lag rahe the.
Adrenaline ka nasha ab utar raha tha, aur shareer ka dard wapas aa raha tha.
Bahar ki duniya shor se bhari thi.
Police sirens, wireless ki karkash aawazein, aur hazaaron logon ki bheed ka shor.
Lekin Saloni Didi ke liye, duniya abhi bhi wahin ruki hui thi — us bandook ki nali par.
Unhone mera haath itni zor se pakda hua tha ki unke nakhun meri skin mein gadd rahe the.
Unka chehra mere nange kandhe (shoulder) mein chhupa hua tha.
Woh duniya ko dekhna hi nahi chahti thi.
SHO Sir ne turant apni cap utaar kar apne seene se laga li aur commandos ko order diya:
“Ghera bana lo! Media ko paas mat aane dena. Inhe gaadi tak le chalo.”
Cameras ki flashlights bijli ki tarah chamak rahi thi.
“Inspector Dev! Ek statement!”
“Andar kya hua?”
“Aapne unhe kaise mara?”
Sawal teeron ki tarah aa rahe the, par maine sar nahi uthaya.
Mera poora dhyaan bas Saloni ko bheed se bacha kar nikaalne par tha.
Bheed ko cheerte hue hum jeep ke paas pahunche.
Wahan Naina Didi khadi thi.
Police wale unhe roke hue the, par jaise hi unhone Saloni ko dekha, woh police walon ko dhakka dekar aage aayi.
Saloni ne sar uthaya.
Dono behne ek dusre ko dekh kar phoot-phoot kar rone lagi.
Naina ne Saloni ko gale lagaya, phir mujhe.
Naina (sisakte hue): “Sorry Dev... I am so sorry... meri galti thi... main pani lene kyun gayi...”
Maine Naina ke sar par haath rakha.
Mera haath khoon aur mitti se sana tha, isliye maine unhe chua nahi, bas hawa mein haath rakh kar kaha:
Main (thaki hui aawaz mein): “Galti kismat ki thi Didi, aapki nahi. Woh ab safe hai. Ghar chalo.”
Hum jeep mein baithe.
Is baar main driving seat par nahi, peeche baitha tha — Saloni aur Naina ke beech mein.
Sharma Ji gaadi chala rahe the.
Jeep ka kaanch chadhate hi bahar ka shor kam ho gaya.
Gadi start hui.
AC ki thandi hawa mere pasine se bheegi hui body par lag rahi thi, jo chubhan de rahi thi.
Poore raaste sannata tha.
Aisa sannata jo shor se zyada kaatta hai.
Saloni didi ne apna sar mere kandhe par tika rakha tha. Unki saansein abhi bhi atki-atki si aa rahi thi (hiccups).
Beech-beech mein unka shareer jhatka leta (tremble karta), jaise dimaag wapas us bus ke andar chala jaata ho.
Maine dheere se apna haath unke haath par rakha.
Unhone turant meri hatheli ko dono haathon se thaam liya.
Saloni (whisper mein): “Ghar... mujhe ghar jaana hai.”
Main: “Bas 5 minute Didi. Hum pahunch gaye.”
Sharma ji ne rearview mirror mein mujhe dekha.
Unki aankhon mein sawal the — Andar kya hua? Woh gunde kaise mare?
Par unhone kuch pucha nahi.
Mahoul ki gambhirta woh samajh rahe the.
HOME : THE SAFE HAVEN
Ghar ke gate par pahunche toh dekha ki wahan bhi kuch reporters khade the.Par Sharma ji ne siren baja kar unhe hata diya aur gaadi seedha porch ke andar le li.
Gate khulte hi Mom aur Dad daud kar bahar aaye.
Unke peeche Isha didi, Kabir bhai, Chacha aur Chachi.
Saloni didi gaadi se utarte hi Mom ke gale lag kar behosh hone jaisi ho gayi.
Mom ne unhe sambhala, unka maatha chooma, unke haath-pair check kiye.
Mom (rote hue): “Mera bachcha... meri gudiya... tu thik hai na?”
Dad ki nazrein Saloni par thi, par phir unhone mujhe dekha.
Main jeep se utra — shirtless, jeans par khoon ke dhabbe, chhaati aur haathon par kharochein.
Ek pal ke liye dad ke chehre par darr aaya.
Woh apne “Inspector Bete” ko nahi... ek aise insaan ko dekh rahe the jo maut ke muh se wapas aaya tha.
Woh mere paas aaye.
Unhone kuch bola nahi. Bas mera kandha thapthapaya. Unka haath kaanp raha tha, unke haatho ki shivering mujhe mehsoos ho rahi thi.
Ek baap ka shukriya aur darr... dono us sparsh mein the.
Main: “Main upar ja raha hoon. Nahana hai.”
Meri aawaz itni rookhi aur thandi thi ki sabne mujhe mud kar dekha.
Kabir bhai mujhe upar mere bathroom tak chhod kar aaye.
Sahi bataun toh mere andar ka bachpana keh raha tha ro padu... par aisa main ab nahi kar sakta tha.
Aur mujhe abhi tootna allowed nahi tha.
Main seedha apne bathroom ka darwaza lock kar liya.
Shower on kiya.
Thanda paani mere shareer par gira.
Neeche farsh par paani ke saath halka laal rang (khoon) behne laga.
Woh khoon mera nahi tha... un gundon ka tha.
Maine apni aankhein band ki.
Dimaag mein wahi scene replay ho raha tha —
Joker ka haath todna... Rifle wale ke jabde par kick maarna... Uski aankhon mein maut ka darr dekhna.
Maine deewar par zor se haath mara.
“Damn it!”
Kya main phir wahi monster banta ja raha hoon?
Saloni didi ne mujhe woh karte hue dekha.
Kya woh ab mujhse darrne lagi hai?
Main jaanta hoon woh meri pichle janam mein kuch aur thi, par wapas main unko uss roop mein dekh sakta hoon... par kya woh dekh paayengi mujhe aise?
Aur main unko kaiyi baar ‘Saloni’ bol chuka hoon... kya woh isko notice ki hongi?
Nahane ke baad main kapde pehen kar room mein aaya.
Andhera tha. Maine light nahi jalayi.
Bas bed ke kinare baith gaya, geele baal ponche nahi maine, unn se paani tapak raha tha.
Tabhi darwaza dheere se khula.
Saloni Didi.
Unhone kapde badal liye the. Maathe par patti thi.
Woh haath mein haldi wala doodh lekar aayi thi.
Yeh apne pyaar se mujhe mere hi dil mein dard dene lagi hain.
Unhone glass table par rakha aur mere saamne zameen par (carpet par) baith gayi.
Woh mere ghutno par apna sar rakh kar let gayi.
Kuch der tak hum dono chup rahe.
Sirf ghadi ki tik-tik sunayi de rahi thi.
Phir unhone dheere se bola:
Saloni: “Dev ek baat puchu main tujhse?”
Main (has kar): “Aap bina kuch soche pucho naa.”
Saloni: “Tere mann mein kuch aisa toh nahi hai na joh tu mujhse bata sakta hai...?”
Main chauk gaya. Maine neeche dekha.
Woh meri taraf nahi dekh rahi thi, bas mere pairon ko pakde hue thi.
Main: “Didi... main...”
Saloni: “Tujhe safayi dene ki zaroorat nahi hai.
Maine dekha tha... jab woh aadmi mujh par gun taane khada tha... teri aankhon mein aansu the.
Tu gusse mein nahi tha Dev... tu dard mein tha.”
Unhone sar uthaya aur meri aankhon mein dekha.
Unki aankhon mein ab darr nahi tha. Bas ek gehari samajh thi.
Saloni: “Tu monster nahi hai. Tu bas... tu bas mera bhai hai jo mujhe bachane ke liye duniya se lad gaya.
Lekin Dev...”
Unhone mera haath pakda.
Saloni: “Us gunde se ladte waqt tune aisa kyun kaha ‘Chhod Saloni ko’...
Sach bata... kya aisa kuch hai jo main nahi jaanti hu tere baare mein?”
Main jhooth bol sakta tha. Keh sakta tha ki main galti se bol gaya.
Par Saloni ki aankhein jhooth pakad leti hain.
Maine ek gehri saans li.
Main: “Haan Didi.”
Saloni: “Bata aisa kya hai Dev?”
Saamne Saloni Didi baithi thi — wahi masoom chehra, wahi chinta bhari aankhein.
Mujhe ehsaas hua ki main unhe andhere mein rakh kar unki hifazat nahi kar sakta.
Agar dushman mere ghar tak aa gaya... toh Saloni ko pata hona chahiye ki jung kis cheez ki hai.
Jhooth ki buniyaad par main unki suraksha nahi kar paunga.
Maine ek gehri saans li aur faisla kar liya.
Main: “Didi... darwaza lock kar do. Aur light off kar do.”
Saloni didi thoda chauki.
Saloni: “Kyun? Sab thik toh hai na?”
Main: “Bas kar do. Mujhe tumhe kuch dikhana hai. Kuch batana hai jo maine aaj tak kisi se nahi kaha aur uske bare me ache se mujhe bhi abhi kuch din pehle pata chala hai.”
Unki dhadkan tez ho gayi (main unki gardan ki nas fadfadaate hue dekh sakta tha).
Par unhone sawal nahi kiya.
Unhone uth kar darwaza lock kiya aur switch dabaya.
Kamre mein ghup andhera ho gaya. Sirf khidki ke parde se chhan kar aati hui street light ki halki si lakeer thi.
Woh wapas aayi aur mere paas bed par baith gayi. Andhere mein hum ek dusre ki saansein sun sakte the.
Main: “Mera haath pakdo.”
Unhone mera daaya (right) haath apne dono haathon mein le liya. Unke haath thande the, mera garam.
Maine apni aankhein band ki.
Maine us shakti ko pukara jo mere andar soyi hui thi. Maine us ‘Time God’ wale hisse ko chhua jo main daba kar rakhta hoon.
Main (mann mein): “Dikha de Dev... aaj sach dikha de.”
Halki si bhan-bhanahat (vibration) shuru hui.
Saloni didi ke haathon mein kampan hua. Woh haath chhudana chahti thi darr ke maare, par maine kass ke pakad liya.
Main: “Darna mat. Dekho.”
Dheere-dheere... andhere kamre mein ek Neeli (Blue) roshni chamakne lagi.
Mere kalaayi par.
Wahi Clock Mark (Ghadi ka Nishan) ubhar aaya.
Woh skin ke upar nahi tha... woh skin ke andar se glow kar raha tha.
Ek gol chakr, jisme ajeeb si lipi (script) ghoom rahi thi. Tick... Tock... Tick... Tock...
Saloni didi ki aankhein phati ki phati reh gayi.
Unhone apni ungli se us roshni ko chhua.
Woh garam nahi thi... woh shant thi.
Saloni (whisper mein): “Yeh....yeh wahi nishan hai..... jo bachpan mein tumhare jagane se pehle dekha tha par mujhe laga mera waham hai...”
Main chauk gaya — Kya sach keh rahi hain? Mujhe laga yeh mujhe abhi mila kuch din pehle... matlab mujhe abhi pura sab yaad nahi purane time ka.
Saloni (dar kar): “Purane time ka matlab Dev?”
Main unke haath kass ke pakad kar:
“Yeh mera punarjanam hai Saloni...”
Woh mera haath chudwa kar:
“Kya kaha tune? Pagal ho gaya hai? Yeh kaise mujhe bula raha hai?”
Main apne sir aur aankhon ko neeche karke apne maathe ko pakad kar:
“Sorry sorry Didi... yeh main nahi hoon. Yeh purane Dev ki memory hai jo kabhi mere dimaag par haavi ho jaati hai... jisme aapke jaisi hi ladki hai 'Saloni' naam ki... jo uski Wife thi...”
Saloni peeche hote hue:
“Dev yeh tu kya bol raha hai? Tera dimaag toh sahi hai na? Main aur tu aise... nahi...”
Main haath hila kar mana karta hua:
“Nahi nahi Didi main aap nahi... woh aur uski Saloni... yaani mere purane life mein wahan ki baat kar raha hoon... aap galat mat samjho.”
Saloni thoda samajhte hue mera wapas haath pakad leti hain.
“Tu darr mat Dev. Hum sab sambhal lenge dono. Par tu uski yaadon ko apne par itna haavi nahi hone dena.”
Main (haskar): “Yeh kya keh rahi ho? Woh Dev aur yeh Dev ek hi hain. Aapke paas choice nahi hai ki isko apnao aur usko chhod do...”
Saloni Didi: “Matlab tu kya kehna chahta hai saaf-saaf bol... mujhe ghuma mat Dev.”
Main thook ghot'ta hua (gulping):
“Yehi ki agar woh sach hai... toh yeh bhi sach hai ki aapse bahut pyaar karta hoon... ‘I Love You Saloni’.”
Unhone haath uthaya par ruk gayi...
Woh uthi aur gate khol kar chali gayi...
Maine doodh ka glass uthaya aur peene laga.
Kya maine sahi kiya?
Ekdum unko yeh bata kar... kya soch rahi hongi woh apne mann mein?
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