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[Shanu]

Superb update bhai

 

[Dev the lover]

Nice update bro

nice bro

Shandaar update and nice story

Nice update bro

Superb update bhai

Thanks everyone for the love & support!
Aap sabke comments dekh ke motivation milti hai likhne ki
Next update aur zyada powerful hoga
Stay tuned – Dev The Lover

 

[Dev the lover]

Update 11
A New Beginning​

Main mann me ghussa liye baitha tha.

Dimaag me ek hi sawaal ghoom raha tha — “Itna sab ho raha hai desh me, aur koi kuch kar nahi pa raha…”

Main: “Kuch nahi didi, bas yeh dekh ke accha nahi lagta… aise kahin bhi koi kuch bhi chura le raha hai, aur government kuch kar nahi paa rahi. Jab sarkar ke hi samaan chori hone lage toh aam insaan ka kya hoga?”

Saloni didi (halke muskaan ke saath): “Tuh apne andar ke hero ko shaant rakh, Dev.”

Main (thoda muskurate hue): “Thik hai didi, main hero nahi banne wala.”

Isha (curiosity se): “Dev, acha yeh bata, tune socha kya aage karne ka?”

Main: “Didi, kal bhaiya bhi yehi pooch rahe the… kya baat hai?”

Tab Papa ne mere saamne ek envelope rakha.

“Yeh Pratap uncle ne diya hai,” unhone kaha.

Maine dheere se envelope khola… andar ek paper tha — wahi exam form jise maine kuch din pehle mazak-mazak me bhara tha, sirf apni temperament test karne ke liye.

Aur neeche likha tha —

‘Congratulations, You’ve Cleared The Test.’

Neeche Pratap uncle ka Letter of Recommendation tha.

Mere haath thode thartharaye, dil me ajeeb si halchal hui.

“Yeh toh bas mazak me diya tha… par lagta hai kismet ne kuch aur hi likh rakha hai.”

[Letter of Recommendation]​

From:

Office of the Chief Minister,

Delhi Secretariat, New Delhi

To,

The Area Commissioner, District Administrative Office, Delhi Division

Subject: Recommendation for Mr. Dev Thakur

Respected Sir,

This is to inform you that Mr. Dev Thakur, resident of Shristi Nagar Sector 6, New Delhi, has successfully cleared the departmental aptitude and preliminary evaluation test conducted last month. During the assessment, his presence of mind, discipline, and leadership temperament were distinctly observed by the evaluation board.

I personally had an opportunity to meet this young man during a community welfare event, and I must mention that his analytical approach and calm decision-making stood out. Considering his potential and sincerity, I strongly recommend him for training and administrative exposure under your supervision in the district’s Youth Development and Security Coordination Unit.

Kindly provide him with the opportunity to understand the ground-level structure and assist your team in operational tasks as per training norms.

I trust that Mr. Dev will uphold the values of honesty, dedication, and public service expected from a candidate associated with our state initiatives.

Yours sincerely,

(Signed)

Pratap Raj

Chief Minister, Delhi

Main chup tha. Sab mere jawab ka intezaar kar rahe the.

Main: “Yeh… kuch zyada jaldi ho jayega na Papa?”

Isha didi (hans kar): “Abhi toh news dekh ke ghussa ho raha tha, aur jab kuch karne ka mauka mila toh dar gaya?”

Main muskuraya aur pen utha liya. Dusre form par, jo pehle se hi bhara tha, apna sign kar diya.

Papa khush ho gaye, bol uthe: “Chal, yeh main de aata hu Police Headquarters me.”

Sab khush the. Woh log meri bahut chinta karte hain; chahte hain ki main life me stability laa lu. Do saal ka experience aur phir promotion — department me jaan-pehchaan bhi ban jaayegi.

Main chai ka cup utha kar sas chhoda aur bola —

Main — “Phir matlab school band.”

Saloni didi khush thi, par unka chehra kuch aur keh raha tha… ek andar ka sannata tha jo shabdon me nahi tha.

Tabhi mera phone baja.

Main chai le kar baaramda me aaya aur call pickup kiya.

Main: “Haan Devika, kaise yaad kiya tumne mujhe?”

Devika (halki masti bhari awaaz me): “Tumne dekha jo Dad ne bheja tha?”

Main (hans kar): “Tum bhi mujhe hawaldar banane pe tuli hui ho ha?”

Devika: “Nahi Dev, tum to agle Commissioner banoge! Abhi se rahoge field me, sab seekh jaoge. Aur waise bhi hamara education system ratta lagwata hai, par uska use real life me nahi milta.”

Main andar se agree tha. Uski baat me sach tha.

Main: “Devika, thanks kehna uncle ko iske liye.”

Devika (hans kar): “Woh to mujhe kaho Mr. Dev.”

Main (thoda shock me): “Arre… aur woh kyu bhala?”

Devika: “Kyuki yeh idea mera tha.”

Main mazaak me bola — “Yaar, tum ab mujhe chhidaogi kya? Ab mujhe aise chhoti position me tum logo ko salute karna padega!”

Par Devika ne seriously kaha — “It’s not funny, Dev. Agar tumhe pasand nahi, to mat maan lo ye offer.”

Main ne haath uthaya aur bola —

Main — “Arre Devu— sorry Devika! Bas mazaak tha. Tumhara ye offer mere liye birthday gift jaisa hai.”

Devika: “Good boy. See you soon. Bye.”

Call cut hua.

Main thoda hans pada — “Main bhi kitna bewakoof hu… use Devu bol diya. Woh toh Akash aur uske ghar wale hi bulate hain.”

Yeh sochte huye main chai ka cup le kar aage badh raha tha ki achanak meri pair thokar kha gayi.

Cup girne wala tha.

Main (tezz se chillaya) — “Nahi-iiiiiii!”

Aur phir… sab kuch ruk gaya.

The Awakening​

Maine dekha — cup hawa me ruka hai. Chai ke boonde beech me tham gayi hain. Hawa bhi ruk gayi hai.

Main ne haath uthaaya… mere hath par ek tezz roshni ka chakra ban gaya — ek kada.

Tab ek gambhir awaaz gunj uthti hai:

> “Duniya ke naye Kaal Devta — Time God — hai Dev.”

Main ne piche muda.

Mera shareer vahin khada tha, jaise samay me jam gaya ho.

Mere haath uske andar se aar paar ja rahe the.

Tab ek prakash ke beech se ek aakar nikla — Vyantar, devta jaisa vyakti, jiske chaaro aur prakash ke chakr ghoom rahe the.

Main: “Kaun ho aap? Yeh sab kya ho raha hai? Aur mujhe yeh sab ajeeb kyu nahi lag raha?”

Vyantar: “Yeh kaise ho sakta hai… tumne to apni sab yaadein mujhe de di thi, phir tum Time God kaise ban gaye? Yeh mujhe manzoor nahi.”

Usne haath uthaya aur roshni ki lehar meri aur bhej di.

Ek hi pal me meri puraani yaadein vaapas aane lagi — har janm, har dard, har chehra.

Main ne woh kada nikala aur Vyantar ki taraf pheka.

Main: “Time God aap hi rahiye, sasur ji. Mujhe isme koi interest nahi.”

Vyantar (Chauk kar): “Kaise? Tumne yeh pad itni aasani se chhod diya? Mere liye kyu?”

Main: “Kyuki aap apne hai. Aur aapse main kuch cheen lu, yeh mujhe manzoor nahi. Mera naya janm aapki beti ke karan hua tha. Main uske pita ke saath aisa nahi kar sakta.”

Vyantar (garv se muskurate hue): “Main bahut khush hu tumse. Maango, kya chahta ho?”

Main: “Mujhe dusre duniya me jaane se na roka jaaye.”

Vyantar: “Thik hai. Par main tumhe sirf ek lok ka access de sakta hu, as Time God.”

Main: “Jis universe se mera janm hua hai, uska access de do.”

Vyantar: “Thatastu.”

Ek tej roshni chamakti hai.

Mere haath par ek ghadi ka nishaan ban jata hai — Clock Mark.

Samay phir chalu ho jata hai.

Cup girta hai, chai zameen par fael jati hai.

Par main sirf ek baat soch raha tha —

“Mujhe apni sword wapas leni hi hogi. Woh universe kabhi na kabhi to grow karega… aur agar kisi galat haath me gaya, to sab universe khatre me pad jayenge.”

“Shukr hai, Neha ke Devpita Vyantar the… warna yeh sab mujhe karna aasaan nahi tha.”

 

[111ramjain]

Nice

 

[sorbobhuk]

Update 11
A New Beginning​

Main mann me ghussa liye baitha tha.

Dimaag me ek hi sawaal ghoom raha tha — “Itna sab ho raha hai desh me, aur koi kuch kar nahi pa raha…”

Main: “Kuch nahi didi, bas yeh dekh ke accha nahi lagta… aise kahin bhi koi kuch bhi chura le raha hai, aur government kuch kar nahi paa rahi. Jab sarkar ke hi samaan chori hone lage toh aam insaan ka kya hoga?”

Saloni didi (halke muskaan ke saath): “Tuh apne andar ke hero ko shaant rakh, Dev.”

Main (thoda muskurate hue): “Thik hai didi, main hero nahi banne wala.”

Isha (curiosity se): “Dev, acha yeh bata, tune socha kya aage karne ka?”

Main: “Didi, kal bhaiya bhi yehi pooch rahe the… kya baat hai?”

Tab Papa ne mere saamne ek envelope rakha.

“Yeh Pratap uncle ne diya hai,” unhone kaha.

Maine dheere se envelope khola… andar ek paper tha — wahi exam form jise maine kuch din pehle mazak-mazak me bhara tha, sirf apni temperament test karne ke liye.

Aur neeche likha tha —

‘Congratulations, You’ve Cleared The Test.’

Neeche Pratap uncle ka Letter of Recommendation tha.

Mere haath thode thartharaye, dil me ajeeb si halchal hui.

“Yeh toh bas mazak me diya tha… par lagta hai kismet ne kuch aur hi likh rakha hai.”

[Letter of Recommendation]​

From:

Office of the Chief Minister,

Delhi Secretariat, New Delhi

To,

The Area Commissioner, District Administrative Office, Delhi Division

Subject: Recommendation for Mr. Dev Thakur

Respected Sir,

This is to inform you that Mr. Dev Thakur, resident of Shristi Nagar Sector 6, New Delhi, has successfully cleared the departmental aptitude and preliminary evaluation test conducted last month. During the assessment, his presence of mind, discipline, and leadership temperament were distinctly observed by the evaluation board.

I personally had an opportunity to meet this young man during a community welfare event, and I must mention that his analytical approach and calm decision-making stood out. Considering his potential and sincerity, I strongly recommend him for training and administrative exposure under your supervision in the district’s Youth Development and Security Coordination Unit.

Kindly provide him with the opportunity to understand the ground-level structure and assist your team in operational tasks as per training norms.

I trust that Mr. Dev will uphold the values of honesty, dedication, and public service expected from a candidate associated with our state initiatives.

Yours sincerely,

(Signed)

Pratap Raj

Chief Minister, Delhi

Main chup tha. Sab mere jawab ka intezaar kar rahe the.

Main: “Yeh… kuch zyada jaldi ho jayega na Papa?”

Isha didi (hans kar): “Abhi toh news dekh ke ghussa ho raha tha, aur jab kuch karne ka mauka mila toh dar gaya?”

Main muskuraya aur pen utha liya. Dusre form par, jo pehle se hi bhara tha, apna sign kar diya.

Papa khush ho gaye, bol uthe: “Chal, yeh main de aata hu Police Headquarters me.”

Sab khush the. Woh log meri bahut chinta karte hain; chahte hain ki main life me stability laa lu. Do saal ka experience aur phir promotion — department me jaan-pehchaan bhi ban jaayegi.

Main chai ka cup utha kar sas chhoda aur bola —

Main — “Phir matlab school band.”

Saloni didi khush thi, par unka chehra kuch aur keh raha tha… ek andar ka sannata tha jo shabdon me nahi tha.

Tabhi mera phone baja.

Main chai le kar baaramda me aaya aur call pickup kiya.

Main: “Haan Devika, kaise yaad kiya tumne mujhe?”

Devika (halki masti bhari awaaz me): “Tumne dekha jo Dad ne bheja tha?”

Main (hans kar): “Tum bhi mujhe hawaldar banane pe tuli hui ho ha?”

Devika: “Nahi Dev, tum to agle Commissioner banoge! Abhi se rahoge field me, sab seekh jaoge. Aur waise bhi hamara education system ratta lagwata hai, par uska use real life me nahi milta.”

Main andar se agree tha. Uski baat me sach tha.

Main: “Devika, thanks kehna uncle ko iske liye.”

Devika (hans kar): “Woh to mujhe kaho Mr. Dev.”

Main (thoda shock me): “Arre… aur woh kyu bhala?”

Devika: “Kyuki yeh idea mera tha.”

Main mazaak me bola — “Yaar, tum ab mujhe chhidaogi kya? Ab mujhe aise chhoti position me tum logo ko salute karna padega!”

Par Devika ne seriously kaha — “It’s not funny, Dev. Agar tumhe pasand nahi, to mat maan lo ye offer.”

Main ne haath uthaya aur bola —

Main — “Arre Devu— sorry Devika! Bas mazaak tha. Tumhara ye offer mere liye birthday gift jaisa hai.”

Devika: “Good boy. See you soon. Bye.”

Call cut hua.

Main thoda hans pada — “Main bhi kitna bewakoof hu… use Devu bol diya. Woh toh Akash aur uske ghar wale hi bulate hain.”

Yeh sochte huye main chai ka cup le kar aage badh raha tha ki achanak meri pair thokar kha gayi.

Cup girne wala tha.

Main (tezz se chillaya) — “Nahi-iiiiiii!”

Aur phir… sab kuch ruk gaya.

The Awakening​

Maine dekha — cup hawa me ruka hai. Chai ke boonde beech me tham gayi hain. Hawa bhi ruk gayi hai.

Main ne haath uthaaya… mere hath par ek tezz roshni ka chakra ban gaya — ek kada.

Tab ek gambhir awaaz gunj uthti hai:

> “Duniya ke naye Kaal Devta — Time God — hai Dev.”

Main ne piche muda.

Mera shareer vahin khada tha, jaise samay me jam gaya ho.

Mere haath uske andar se aar paar ja rahe the.

Tab ek prakash ke beech se ek aakar nikla — Vyantar, devta jaisa vyakti, jiske chaaro aur prakash ke chakr ghoom rahe the.

Main: “Kaun ho aap? Yeh sab kya ho raha hai? Aur mujhe yeh sab ajeeb kyu nahi lag raha?”

Vyantar: “Yeh kaise ho sakta hai… tumne to apni sab yaadein mujhe de di thi, phir tum Time God kaise ban gaye? Yeh mujhe manzoor nahi.”

Usne haath uthaya aur roshni ki lehar meri aur bhej di.

Ek hi pal me meri puraani yaadein vaapas aane lagi — har janm, har dard, har chehra.

Main ne woh kada nikala aur Vyantar ki taraf pheka.

Main: “Time God aap hi rahiye, sasur ji. Mujhe isme koi interest nahi.”

Vyantar (Chauk kar): “Kaise? Tumne yeh pad itni aasani se chhod diya? Mere liye kyu?”

Main: “Kyuki aap apne hai. Aur aapse main kuch cheen lu, yeh mujhe manzoor nahi. Mera naya janm aapki beti ke karan hua tha. Main uske pita ke saath aisa nahi kar sakta.”

Vyantar (garv se muskurate hue): “Main bahut khush hu tumse. Maango, kya chahta ho?”

Main: “Mujhe dusre duniya me jaane se na roka jaaye.”

Vyantar: “Thik hai. Par main tumhe sirf ek lok ka access de sakta hu, as Time God.”

Main: “Jis universe se mera janm hua hai, uska access de do.”

Vyantar: “Thatastu.”

Ek tej roshni chamakti hai.

Mere haath par ek ghadi ka nishaan ban jata hai — Clock Mark.

Samay phir chalu ho jata hai.

Cup girta hai, chai zameen par fael jati hai.

Par main sirf ek baat soch raha tha —

“Mujhe apni sword wapas leni hi hogi. Woh universe kabhi na kabhi to grow karega… aur agar kisi galat haath me gaya, to sab universe khatre me pad jayenge.”

“Shukr hai, Neha ke Devpita Vyantar the… warna yeh sab mujhe karna aasaan nahi tha.”

Bahut badhiya update Hai Bhai....
Abhi hi kyu sab kuch yaadein dena sahi hai......story ke middle me jaake yaad dilate accha rehta jeisa part one kiya tha bina yaadein ke sath duniya ko bachata fir dheere dheere yaad aata to sayed aur bhi maja aata....btw story apke hai or aap apke plot ke hisab se hi story aage badhay....
Waiting for next update

 

[Dev the lover]

Nice

Thanks bhai

 

[Dev the lover]

Bahut badhiya update Hai Bhai....
Abhi hi kyu sab kuch yaadein dena sahi hai......story ke middle me jaake yaad dilate accha rehta jeisa part one kiya tha bina yaadein ke sath duniya ko bachata fir dheere dheere yaad aata to sayed aur bhi maja aata....btw story apke hai or aap apke plot ke hisab se hi story aage badhay....
Waiting for next update

Thanks Bhai
Aapke point of view me koi kami nahi hai yaar dheere dheere memory aati aur woh aage krata sab kuch jada aacha rehata par yaha woh concept nhai agar dev jaha uski sword nahi jaayega toh joh aage hone wala hai woh hogaa nahi naa ........waise memory kaa concept aage samajh jaaoge kaya hogaa woh sayad tujhe thoda amaze kare mene mostly koi cheez Bina baat ke add karata nahi hu woh tum janate ho mera style ....thanks a lot ....​

 

[kingkhankar]

Update 11
A New Beginning​

Main mann me ghussa liye baitha tha.

Dimaag me ek hi sawaal ghoom raha tha — “Itna sab ho raha hai desh me, aur koi kuch kar nahi pa raha…”

Main: “Kuch nahi didi, bas yeh dekh ke accha nahi lagta… aise kahin bhi koi kuch bhi chura le raha hai, aur government kuch kar nahi paa rahi. Jab sarkar ke hi samaan chori hone lage toh aam insaan ka kya hoga?”

Saloni didi (halke muskaan ke saath): “Tuh apne andar ke hero ko shaant rakh, Dev.”

Main (thoda muskurate hue): “Thik hai didi, main hero nahi banne wala.”

Isha (curiosity se): “Dev, acha yeh bata, tune socha kya aage karne ka?”

Main: “Didi, kal bhaiya bhi yehi pooch rahe the… kya baat hai?”

Tab Papa ne mere saamne ek envelope rakha.

“Yeh Pratap uncle ne diya hai,” unhone kaha.

Maine dheere se envelope khola… andar ek paper tha — wahi exam form jise maine kuch din pehle mazak-mazak me bhara tha, sirf apni temperament test karne ke liye.

Aur neeche likha tha —

‘Congratulations, You’ve Cleared The Test.’

Neeche Pratap uncle ka Letter of Recommendation tha.

Mere haath thode thartharaye, dil me ajeeb si halchal hui.

“Yeh toh bas mazak me diya tha… par lagta hai kismet ne kuch aur hi likh rakha hai.”

[Letter of Recommendation]​

From:

Office of the Chief Minister,

Delhi Secretariat, New Delhi

To,

The Area Commissioner, District Administrative Office, Delhi Division

Subject: Recommendation for Mr. Dev Thakur

Respected Sir,

This is to inform you that Mr. Dev Thakur, resident of Shristi Nagar Sector 6, New Delhi, has successfully cleared the departmental aptitude and preliminary evaluation test conducted last month. During the assessment, his presence of mind, discipline, and leadership temperament were distinctly observed by the evaluation board.

I personally had an opportunity to meet this young man during a community welfare event, and I must mention that his analytical approach and calm decision-making stood out. Considering his potential and sincerity, I strongly recommend him for training and administrative exposure under your supervision in the district’s Youth Development and Security Coordination Unit.

Kindly provide him with the opportunity to understand the ground-level structure and assist your team in operational tasks as per training norms.

I trust that Mr. Dev will uphold the values of honesty, dedication, and public service expected from a candidate associated with our state initiatives.

Yours sincerely,

(Signed)

Pratap Raj

Chief Minister, Delhi

Main chup tha. Sab mere jawab ka intezaar kar rahe the.

Main: “Yeh… kuch zyada jaldi ho jayega na Papa?”

Isha didi (hans kar): “Abhi toh news dekh ke ghussa ho raha tha, aur jab kuch karne ka mauka mila toh dar gaya?”

Main muskuraya aur pen utha liya. Dusre form par, jo pehle se hi bhara tha, apna sign kar diya.

Papa khush ho gaye, bol uthe: “Chal, yeh main de aata hu Police Headquarters me.”

Sab khush the. Woh log meri bahut chinta karte hain; chahte hain ki main life me stability laa lu. Do saal ka experience aur phir promotion — department me jaan-pehchaan bhi ban jaayegi.

Main chai ka cup utha kar sas chhoda aur bola —

Main — “Phir matlab school band.”

Saloni didi khush thi, par unka chehra kuch aur keh raha tha… ek andar ka sannata tha jo shabdon me nahi tha.

Tabhi mera phone baja.

Main chai le kar baaramda me aaya aur call pickup kiya.

Main: “Haan Devika, kaise yaad kiya tumne mujhe?”

Devika (halki masti bhari awaaz me): “Tumne dekha jo Dad ne bheja tha?”

Main (hans kar): “Tum bhi mujhe hawaldar banane pe tuli hui ho ha?”

Devika: “Nahi Dev, tum to agle Commissioner banoge! Abhi se rahoge field me, sab seekh jaoge. Aur waise bhi hamara education system ratta lagwata hai, par uska use real life me nahi milta.”

Main andar se agree tha. Uski baat me sach tha.

Main: “Devika, thanks kehna uncle ko iske liye.”

Devika (hans kar): “Woh to mujhe kaho Mr. Dev.”

Main (thoda shock me): “Arre… aur woh kyu bhala?”

Devika: “Kyuki yeh idea mera tha.”

Main mazaak me bola — “Yaar, tum ab mujhe chhidaogi kya? Ab mujhe aise chhoti position me tum logo ko salute karna padega!”

Par Devika ne seriously kaha — “It’s not funny, Dev. Agar tumhe pasand nahi, to mat maan lo ye offer.”

Main ne haath uthaya aur bola —

Main — “Arre Devu— sorry Devika! Bas mazaak tha. Tumhara ye offer mere liye birthday gift jaisa hai.”

Devika: “Good boy. See you soon. Bye.”

Call cut hua.

Main thoda hans pada — “Main bhi kitna bewakoof hu… use Devu bol diya. Woh toh Akash aur uske ghar wale hi bulate hain.”

Yeh sochte huye main chai ka cup le kar aage badh raha tha ki achanak meri pair thokar kha gayi.

Cup girne wala tha.

Main (tezz se chillaya) — “Nahi-iiiiiii!”

Aur phir… sab kuch ruk gaya.

The Awakening​

Maine dekha — cup hawa me ruka hai. Chai ke boonde beech me tham gayi hain. Hawa bhi ruk gayi hai.

Main ne haath uthaaya… mere hath par ek tezz roshni ka chakra ban gaya — ek kada.

Tab ek gambhir awaaz gunj uthti hai:

> “Duniya ke naye Kaal Devta — Time God — hai Dev.”

Main ne piche muda.

Mera shareer vahin khada tha, jaise samay me jam gaya ho.

Mere haath uske andar se aar paar ja rahe the.

Tab ek prakash ke beech se ek aakar nikla — Vyantar, devta jaisa vyakti, jiske chaaro aur prakash ke chakr ghoom rahe the.

Main: “Kaun ho aap? Yeh sab kya ho raha hai? Aur mujhe yeh sab ajeeb kyu nahi lag raha?”

Vyantar: “Yeh kaise ho sakta hai… tumne to apni sab yaadein mujhe de di thi, phir tum Time God kaise ban gaye? Yeh mujhe manzoor nahi.”

Usne haath uthaya aur roshni ki lehar meri aur bhej di.

Ek hi pal me meri puraani yaadein vaapas aane lagi — har janm, har dard, har chehra.

Main ne woh kada nikala aur Vyantar ki taraf pheka.

Main: “Time God aap hi rahiye, sasur ji. Mujhe isme koi interest nahi.”

Vyantar (Chauk kar): “Kaise? Tumne yeh pad itni aasani se chhod diya? Mere liye kyu?”

Main: “Kyuki aap apne hai. Aur aapse main kuch cheen lu, yeh mujhe manzoor nahi. Mera naya janm aapki beti ke karan hua tha. Main uske pita ke saath aisa nahi kar sakta.”

Vyantar (garv se muskurate hue): “Main bahut khush hu tumse. Maango, kya chahta ho?”

Main: “Mujhe dusre duniya me jaane se na roka jaaye.”

Vyantar: “Thik hai. Par main tumhe sirf ek lok ka access de sakta hu, as Time God.”

Main: “Jis universe se mera janm hua hai, uska access de do.”

Vyantar: “Thatastu.”

Ek tej roshni chamakti hai.

Mere haath par ek ghadi ka nishaan ban jata hai — Clock Mark.

Samay phir chalu ho jata hai.

Cup girta hai, chai zameen par fael jati hai.

Par main sirf ek baat soch raha tha —

“Mujhe apni sword wapas leni hi hogi. Woh universe kabhi na kabhi to grow karega… aur agar kisi galat haath me gaya, to sab universe khatre me pad jayenge.”

“Shukr hai, Neha ke Devpita Vyantar the… warna yeh sab mujhe karna aasaan nahi tha.”

Nice update.
Lekin kuch part upar se chala gaya. Dekhte hein kya kya hota hey future mein jab Dev jayega apne universe mein.

 

[parkas]

Update 11
A New Beginning​

Main mann me ghussa liye baitha tha.

Dimaag me ek hi sawaal ghoom raha tha — “Itna sab ho raha hai desh me, aur koi kuch kar nahi pa raha…”

Main: “Kuch nahi didi, bas yeh dekh ke accha nahi lagta… aise kahin bhi koi kuch bhi chura le raha hai, aur government kuch kar nahi paa rahi. Jab sarkar ke hi samaan chori hone lage toh aam insaan ka kya hoga?”

Saloni didi (halke muskaan ke saath): “Tuh apne andar ke hero ko shaant rakh, Dev.”

Main (thoda muskurate hue): “Thik hai didi, main hero nahi banne wala.”

Isha (curiosity se): “Dev, acha yeh bata, tune socha kya aage karne ka?”

Main: “Didi, kal bhaiya bhi yehi pooch rahe the… kya baat hai?”

Tab Papa ne mere saamne ek envelope rakha.

“Yeh Pratap uncle ne diya hai,” unhone kaha.

Maine dheere se envelope khola… andar ek paper tha — wahi exam form jise maine kuch din pehle mazak-mazak me bhara tha, sirf apni temperament test karne ke liye.

Aur neeche likha tha —

‘Congratulations, You’ve Cleared The Test.’

Neeche Pratap uncle ka Letter of Recommendation tha.

Mere haath thode thartharaye, dil me ajeeb si halchal hui.

“Yeh toh bas mazak me diya tha… par lagta hai kismet ne kuch aur hi likh rakha hai.”

[Letter of Recommendation]​

From:

Office of the Chief Minister,

Delhi Secretariat, New Delhi

To,

The Area Commissioner, District Administrative Office, Delhi Division

Subject: Recommendation for Mr. Dev Thakur

Respected Sir,

This is to inform you that Mr. Dev Thakur, resident of Shristi Nagar Sector 6, New Delhi, has successfully cleared the departmental aptitude and preliminary evaluation test conducted last month. During the assessment, his presence of mind, discipline, and leadership temperament were distinctly observed by the evaluation board.

I personally had an opportunity to meet this young man during a community welfare event, and I must mention that his analytical approach and calm decision-making stood out. Considering his potential and sincerity, I strongly recommend him for training and administrative exposure under your supervision in the district’s Youth Development and Security Coordination Unit.

Kindly provide him with the opportunity to understand the ground-level structure and assist your team in operational tasks as per training norms.

I trust that Mr. Dev will uphold the values of honesty, dedication, and public service expected from a candidate associated with our state initiatives.

Yours sincerely,

(Signed)

Pratap Raj

Chief Minister, Delhi

Main chup tha. Sab mere jawab ka intezaar kar rahe the.

Main: “Yeh… kuch zyada jaldi ho jayega na Papa?”

Isha didi (hans kar): “Abhi toh news dekh ke ghussa ho raha tha, aur jab kuch karne ka mauka mila toh dar gaya?”

Main muskuraya aur pen utha liya. Dusre form par, jo pehle se hi bhara tha, apna sign kar diya.

Papa khush ho gaye, bol uthe: “Chal, yeh main de aata hu Police Headquarters me.”

Sab khush the. Woh log meri bahut chinta karte hain; chahte hain ki main life me stability laa lu. Do saal ka experience aur phir promotion — department me jaan-pehchaan bhi ban jaayegi.

Main chai ka cup utha kar sas chhoda aur bola —

Main — “Phir matlab school band.”

Saloni didi khush thi, par unka chehra kuch aur keh raha tha… ek andar ka sannata tha jo shabdon me nahi tha.

Tabhi mera phone baja.

Main chai le kar baaramda me aaya aur call pickup kiya.

Main: “Haan Devika, kaise yaad kiya tumne mujhe?”

Devika (halki masti bhari awaaz me): “Tumne dekha jo Dad ne bheja tha?”

Main (hans kar): “Tum bhi mujhe hawaldar banane pe tuli hui ho ha?”

Devika: “Nahi Dev, tum to agle Commissioner banoge! Abhi se rahoge field me, sab seekh jaoge. Aur waise bhi hamara education system ratta lagwata hai, par uska use real life me nahi milta.”

Main andar se agree tha. Uski baat me sach tha.

Main: “Devika, thanks kehna uncle ko iske liye.”

Devika (hans kar): “Woh to mujhe kaho Mr. Dev.”

Main (thoda shock me): “Arre… aur woh kyu bhala?”

Devika: “Kyuki yeh idea mera tha.”

Main mazaak me bola — “Yaar, tum ab mujhe chhidaogi kya? Ab mujhe aise chhoti position me tum logo ko salute karna padega!”

Par Devika ne seriously kaha — “It’s not funny, Dev. Agar tumhe pasand nahi, to mat maan lo ye offer.”

Main ne haath uthaya aur bola —

Main — “Arre Devu— sorry Devika! Bas mazaak tha. Tumhara ye offer mere liye birthday gift jaisa hai.”

Devika: “Good boy. See you soon. Bye.”

Call cut hua.

Main thoda hans pada — “Main bhi kitna bewakoof hu… use Devu bol diya. Woh toh Akash aur uske ghar wale hi bulate hain.”

Yeh sochte huye main chai ka cup le kar aage badh raha tha ki achanak meri pair thokar kha gayi.

Cup girne wala tha.

Main (tezz se chillaya) — “Nahi-iiiiiii!”

Aur phir… sab kuch ruk gaya.

The Awakening​

Maine dekha — cup hawa me ruka hai. Chai ke boonde beech me tham gayi hain. Hawa bhi ruk gayi hai.

Main ne haath uthaaya… mere hath par ek tezz roshni ka chakra ban gaya — ek kada.

Tab ek gambhir awaaz gunj uthti hai:

> “Duniya ke naye Kaal Devta — Time God — hai Dev.”

Main ne piche muda.

Mera shareer vahin khada tha, jaise samay me jam gaya ho.

Mere haath uske andar se aar paar ja rahe the.

Tab ek prakash ke beech se ek aakar nikla — Vyantar, devta jaisa vyakti, jiske chaaro aur prakash ke chakr ghoom rahe the.

Main: “Kaun ho aap? Yeh sab kya ho raha hai? Aur mujhe yeh sab ajeeb kyu nahi lag raha?”

Vyantar: “Yeh kaise ho sakta hai… tumne to apni sab yaadein mujhe de di thi, phir tum Time God kaise ban gaye? Yeh mujhe manzoor nahi.”

Usne haath uthaya aur roshni ki lehar meri aur bhej di.

Ek hi pal me meri puraani yaadein vaapas aane lagi — har janm, har dard, har chehra.

Main ne woh kada nikala aur Vyantar ki taraf pheka.

Main: “Time God aap hi rahiye, sasur ji. Mujhe isme koi interest nahi.”

Vyantar (Chauk kar): “Kaise? Tumne yeh pad itni aasani se chhod diya? Mere liye kyu?”

Main: “Kyuki aap apne hai. Aur aapse main kuch cheen lu, yeh mujhe manzoor nahi. Mera naya janm aapki beti ke karan hua tha. Main uske pita ke saath aisa nahi kar sakta.”

Vyantar (garv se muskurate hue): “Main bahut khush hu tumse. Maango, kya chahta ho?”

Main: “Mujhe dusre duniya me jaane se na roka jaaye.”

Vyantar: “Thik hai. Par main tumhe sirf ek lok ka access de sakta hu, as Time God.”

Main: “Jis universe se mera janm hua hai, uska access de do.”

Vyantar: “Thatastu.”

Ek tej roshni chamakti hai.

Mere haath par ek ghadi ka nishaan ban jata hai — Clock Mark.

Samay phir chalu ho jata hai.

Cup girta hai, chai zameen par fael jati hai.

Par main sirf ek baat soch raha tha —

“Mujhe apni sword wapas leni hi hogi. Woh universe kabhi na kabhi to grow karega… aur agar kisi galat haath me gaya, to sab universe khatre me pad jayenge.”

“Shukr hai, Neha ke Devpita Vyantar the… warna yeh sab mujhe karna aasaan nahi tha.”

Bahut hi badhiya update diya hai Dev the lover bhai....
Nice and beautiful update....

 

[Sushil@10]

Update 11
A New Beginning​

Main mann me ghussa liye baitha tha.

Dimaag me ek hi sawaal ghoom raha tha — “Itna sab ho raha hai desh me, aur koi kuch kar nahi pa raha…”

Main: “Kuch nahi didi, bas yeh dekh ke accha nahi lagta… aise kahin bhi koi kuch bhi chura le raha hai, aur government kuch kar nahi paa rahi. Jab sarkar ke hi samaan chori hone lage toh aam insaan ka kya hoga?”

Saloni didi (halke muskaan ke saath): “Tuh apne andar ke hero ko shaant rakh, Dev.”

Main (thoda muskurate hue): “Thik hai didi, main hero nahi banne wala.”

Isha (curiosity se): “Dev, acha yeh bata, tune socha kya aage karne ka?”

Main: “Didi, kal bhaiya bhi yehi pooch rahe the… kya baat hai?”

Tab Papa ne mere saamne ek envelope rakha.

“Yeh Pratap uncle ne diya hai,” unhone kaha.

Maine dheere se envelope khola… andar ek paper tha — wahi exam form jise maine kuch din pehle mazak-mazak me bhara tha, sirf apni temperament test karne ke liye.

Aur neeche likha tha —

‘Congratulations, You’ve Cleared The Test.’

Neeche Pratap uncle ka Letter of Recommendation tha.

Mere haath thode thartharaye, dil me ajeeb si halchal hui.

“Yeh toh bas mazak me diya tha… par lagta hai kismet ne kuch aur hi likh rakha hai.”

[Letter of Recommendation]​

From:

Office of the Chief Minister,

Delhi Secretariat, New Delhi

To,

The Area Commissioner, District Administrative Office, Delhi Division

Subject: Recommendation for Mr. Dev Thakur

Respected Sir,

This is to inform you that Mr. Dev Thakur, resident of Shristi Nagar Sector 6, New Delhi, has successfully cleared the departmental aptitude and preliminary evaluation test conducted last month. During the assessment, his presence of mind, discipline, and leadership temperament were distinctly observed by the evaluation board.

I personally had an opportunity to meet this young man during a community welfare event, and I must mention that his analytical approach and calm decision-making stood out. Considering his potential and sincerity, I strongly recommend him for training and administrative exposure under your supervision in the district’s Youth Development and Security Coordination Unit.

Kindly provide him with the opportunity to understand the ground-level structure and assist your team in operational tasks as per training norms.

I trust that Mr. Dev will uphold the values of honesty, dedication, and public service expected from a candidate associated with our state initiatives.

Yours sincerely,

(Signed)

Pratap Raj

Chief Minister, Delhi

Main chup tha. Sab mere jawab ka intezaar kar rahe the.

Main: “Yeh… kuch zyada jaldi ho jayega na Papa?”

Isha didi (hans kar): “Abhi toh news dekh ke ghussa ho raha tha, aur jab kuch karne ka mauka mila toh dar gaya?”

Main muskuraya aur pen utha liya. Dusre form par, jo pehle se hi bhara tha, apna sign kar diya.

Papa khush ho gaye, bol uthe: “Chal, yeh main de aata hu Police Headquarters me.”

Sab khush the. Woh log meri bahut chinta karte hain; chahte hain ki main life me stability laa lu. Do saal ka experience aur phir promotion — department me jaan-pehchaan bhi ban jaayegi.

Main chai ka cup utha kar sas chhoda aur bola —

Main — “Phir matlab school band.”

Saloni didi khush thi, par unka chehra kuch aur keh raha tha… ek andar ka sannata tha jo shabdon me nahi tha.

Tabhi mera phone baja.

Main chai le kar baaramda me aaya aur call pickup kiya.

Main: “Haan Devika, kaise yaad kiya tumne mujhe?”

Devika (halki masti bhari awaaz me): “Tumne dekha jo Dad ne bheja tha?”

Main (hans kar): “Tum bhi mujhe hawaldar banane pe tuli hui ho ha?”

Devika: “Nahi Dev, tum to agle Commissioner banoge! Abhi se rahoge field me, sab seekh jaoge. Aur waise bhi hamara education system ratta lagwata hai, par uska use real life me nahi milta.”

Main andar se agree tha. Uski baat me sach tha.

Main: “Devika, thanks kehna uncle ko iske liye.”

Devika (hans kar): “Woh to mujhe kaho Mr. Dev.”

Main (thoda shock me): “Arre… aur woh kyu bhala?”

Devika: “Kyuki yeh idea mera tha.”

Main mazaak me bola — “Yaar, tum ab mujhe chhidaogi kya? Ab mujhe aise chhoti position me tum logo ko salute karna padega!”

Par Devika ne seriously kaha — “It’s not funny, Dev. Agar tumhe pasand nahi, to mat maan lo ye offer.”

Main ne haath uthaya aur bola —

Main — “Arre Devu— sorry Devika! Bas mazaak tha. Tumhara ye offer mere liye birthday gift jaisa hai.”

Devika: “Good boy. See you soon. Bye.”

Call cut hua.

Main thoda hans pada — “Main bhi kitna bewakoof hu… use Devu bol diya. Woh toh Akash aur uske ghar wale hi bulate hain.”

Yeh sochte huye main chai ka cup le kar aage badh raha tha ki achanak meri pair thokar kha gayi.

Cup girne wala tha.

Main (tezz se chillaya) — “Nahi-iiiiiii!”

Aur phir… sab kuch ruk gaya.

The Awakening​

Maine dekha — cup hawa me ruka hai. Chai ke boonde beech me tham gayi hain. Hawa bhi ruk gayi hai.

Main ne haath uthaaya… mere hath par ek tezz roshni ka chakra ban gaya — ek kada.

Tab ek gambhir awaaz gunj uthti hai:

> “Duniya ke naye Kaal Devta — Time God — hai Dev.”

Main ne piche muda.

Mera shareer vahin khada tha, jaise samay me jam gaya ho.

Mere haath uske andar se aar paar ja rahe the.

Tab ek prakash ke beech se ek aakar nikla — Vyantar, devta jaisa vyakti, jiske chaaro aur prakash ke chakr ghoom rahe the.

Main: “Kaun ho aap? Yeh sab kya ho raha hai? Aur mujhe yeh sab ajeeb kyu nahi lag raha?”

Vyantar: “Yeh kaise ho sakta hai… tumne to apni sab yaadein mujhe de di thi, phir tum Time God kaise ban gaye? Yeh mujhe manzoor nahi.”

Usne haath uthaya aur roshni ki lehar meri aur bhej di.

Ek hi pal me meri puraani yaadein vaapas aane lagi — har janm, har dard, har chehra.

Main ne woh kada nikala aur Vyantar ki taraf pheka.

Main: “Time God aap hi rahiye, sasur ji. Mujhe isme koi interest nahi.”

Vyantar (Chauk kar): “Kaise? Tumne yeh pad itni aasani se chhod diya? Mere liye kyu?”

Main: “Kyuki aap apne hai. Aur aapse main kuch cheen lu, yeh mujhe manzoor nahi. Mera naya janm aapki beti ke karan hua tha. Main uske pita ke saath aisa nahi kar sakta.”

Vyantar (garv se muskurate hue): “Main bahut khush hu tumse. Maango, kya chahta ho?”

Main: “Mujhe dusre duniya me jaane se na roka jaaye.”

Vyantar: “Thik hai. Par main tumhe sirf ek lok ka access de sakta hu, as Time God.”

Main: “Jis universe se mera janm hua hai, uska access de do.”

Vyantar: “Thatastu.”

Ek tej roshni chamakti hai.

Mere haath par ek ghadi ka nishaan ban jata hai — Clock Mark.

Samay phir chalu ho jata hai.

Cup girta hai, chai zameen par fael jati hai.

Par main sirf ek baat soch raha tha —

“Mujhe apni sword wapas leni hi hogi. Woh universe kabhi na kabhi to grow karega… aur agar kisi galat haath me gaya, to sab universe khatre me pad jayenge.”

“Shukr hai, Neha ke Devpita Vyantar the… warna yeh sab mujhe karna aasaan nahi tha.”

Super update and nice story