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[king1969]

Mast update

 

[sorbobhuk]

UPDATE 16 – THE HERO’S WELCOME AND PERSONAL DUTY ​

Ghar ka drawing room aaj bilkul uss battlefield jaisa feel ho raha tha jahan main do ghante pehle tha —
bas yahan goliyaan nahi chal rahi thi, sawalon ki baarish ho rahi thi.

Main sofa ke kone par baitha tha, haath abhi bhi thode stiff the, par chehra bilkul normal jaise kuch hua hi nahi.

TV par wahin footage baar-baar chal rahi thi —
mera uss gunde ka haath modna, fir usko garden ke beech patak dena,
aur background me anchor ki chilla-chilli:
“Ek naya nayak… Inspector Dev!”

Jab “Inspector” wala shabd fir se goonjha,
Chacha ji ne remote se TV mute kiya aur apne chashme ke upar se mujhe uss tareh dekha jaise X-ray hoon.

Chacha ji (haath hilate hue):
“Dev… sach bata beta. Yeh jo tu garden me doosre aadmi ko white-wash ki tarah ragad raha tha… woh kaunsi film ka scene tha? Itni safai se gardan pakad ke koi movie hero bhi nahi patakta.”

Poora room ek saath has pada.
Bas main hi thoda sa awkward smile de gaya.

Main (shoulder uchaate hue):
“Arre Chacha… darr mein haath-pair chal gaye. Jab jaan pe ban aaye toh insaan kuch bhi kar jaata hai.”

Isha Didi (eyebrows utha kar):
“Darr mein log bhaagte hain Dev… WWE show nahi karte. Tune banda hawa mein utha diya tha! Kaun sa darr hota hai jo gravity ko ignore kar deta hai?”

Sab fir se has pade.
Par ek chehra abhi tak serious tha — Saloni Didi.

Woh dheere se mere paas aayi, bilkul chup. Mere bagal mein baith kar unhone mera haath apni ungliyon mein le liya, jaisa bachpan mein leti thi jab main gir kar chot khaata tha.

Ungliyan meri kalaayi aur knuckles par ruki — har joint press karke check kiya ki kahin swelling toh nahi.

Saloni Didi (bohot dheemi awaaz me):
“Lagi toh nahi na tujhe?”

Main unki aankhon me dekhta raha. Wahan gussa nahi… bas woh gehra darr tha jahan pyaar chhupa hota hai.

Main:
“Nahi Didi… ek kharoch nahi.”

Unhone ek gehri saans li — aur phatak — ek halka thappad mere kaan ke neeche.

Main (shock me):
“Arey! Didi kya—?”

Saloni: (aankhon me aansu ki chamak ke saath)
“Agli baar agar bina bataye aisi jagah ghusaa… toh gunde baad me marenge, pehle main tera haath todungi. Samjha?”

Main ne unka haath apne gaal pe rakha.
Main:
“Samajh gaya meri Hitler Didi… pakka promise.”

Sab sip quiet. Room me ek emotional warmth aa gayi.

Tabhi Maa paani ka glass lekar aayi.
Chehra unka utra hua tha.

Maa:
“Pata nahi kya zaroorat thi police me jaane ki. News dekh rahi thi main… kaise goliyaan chal rahi thi. Dev, tu abhi bhi chhod sakta hai. Papa se baat kar lenge.”

Main uth kar Maa ke kandhe pakad kar unhe sofa par bithaya.

Main:
“Maa… agar main wahan nahi hota… toh ek poora parivaar khatam ho jaata. Aapne dekha na uss chhote bachche ko? Jab main uski maa ko safe nikal kar laaya… usne mujhe haath jod kar dekha.
Woh shukriya… woh sukoon… woh kisi aur job me nahi milta.”

Maa ne jawab nahi diya — bas meri nazar utaarne lagi.

Aur tabhi…

Ting-Tong

Kabir Bhaiya ne gate khola.
Samne khade the Pratap Uncle, Deepti Aunty… aur unke peeche — Devika.

Pratap Uncle andar aate hi bina kuch bole mujhe gale laga liya.

Pratap Uncle (garv se bharpur):
“Sher hai tu! Commissioner se baat kari maine. Woh keh raha tha — ‘Pratap, yeh ladka constable ke liye overqualified hai… isse toh special ops training me hona chahiye!’”

Deepti Aunty (halki hasi me):
“Bas karo Pratap. Bachche ko saans toh lene do.”

Devika gate ke paas hi khadi thi, arms cross kiye hue.
Mujhe dekhti rahi — jaise kisi case ko study kar rahi ho.

Main dheere se uske paas gaya.

Main (whisper me):
“Andar nahi aaogi? Ya Inspector Dev ka autograph chahiye?”

Devika (half-smirk):
“Inspector? Tum toh constable banne gaye the. Promotion express train se mila kya?”

Main (smiling):
“Lambi kahani hai… kabhi bataunga.”

Devika serious ho gayi. Bohot zyada serious.

Devika:
“Maine footage frame-by-frame dekhi. Tumne jis tarah cover liya… jis tarah tumne entry ki… woh koi video game reflex nahi hota.
Woh training hoti hai. Aur woh bhi military level.”

Mera heartbeat thoda off beat ho gaya.
Yeh ladki… bina uniform ke bhi investigator hai.

Main (topic ghumate hue):
“Fast learner hoon. Bas.”

Devika:
“Jhooth mat bolo. Par theek hai — abhi main tumhara pol kholungi nahi.
Lekin sacchai chahiye mujhe… aaj nahi toh kal.”

Woh andar chali gayi, par nazar aakhri pal tak mere upar tikki rahi.
Uske baad nasta hua, mere baare me kuch baatein ho gayi aur dheere-dheere raat apne charam par aa gayi.

Raat ko sab so gaye.

Main balcony me akela khada tha.

Hawa thandi thi… par meri body se ek alag garmi nikal rahi thi — adrenaline bhi nahi… kuch aur.

Maine apna haath uthaya —
wahi haath jahan woh clock-mark glow hua tha.

Ab wahan kuch nahi tha. Skin bilkul saaf.

Par main jaanta hoon…
Woh glow imagination nahi tha.

Jab main un gundo ke ghar me ghusaa tha…
jo reflex aaya…
jo accuracy thi…
woh mera nahi…

Woh Agent Dev tha jo kabhi Joker ke naam se jaana jaata tha.
Meri purani identity jo humne daba di thi.

Ek thought seed jaisa mann me ugne laga —
Kya meri shaktiyan wapas aa rahi hain?
Ya sirf adrenaline?

Tabhi phone vibrate hua.

Unknown number ka message…

“Hero bann’na aasaan hai, Dev…
par hero bane rehna mushkil.
Aaj jinke aadmiyon ko tune toda…
woh sirf gunde nahi the.
Real khel ab shuru hota hai.
– V”

Main freeze ho gaya.

“V”…

Maine turant call back kiya.

The number you are trying to reach does not exist.

Main balcony ki railing par ungliyan tight kar ke khada raha.

Meri ek heroic entry ne shayad meri puri zindagi ko ek nayi jungle me dhakel diya hai.

Inspector wali izzat ne kuch galat logon ka dhyan bhi kheench liya hai.

​

Agli subah ki shuruaat shanti se nahi, balki shor se hui.

Ghar ke bahar ka nazara kisi high-budget film set jaisa lag raha tha.
Suraj nikalne se pehle hi media ki vans ne humari gali ko gher liya tha.
OB vans ke antennas chhaton ki taraf taane hue the aur reporters mic pakad kar gate ke bahar aise taak lagaye baithe the jaise shikaar ka intezaar kar rahe hon.

Dad drawing room ki khidki ke parde ke peeche se darrte hue jhaank rahe the.

Dad: “Dev, tu bahar kaise jayega? Yeh log toh bhediyon ki tarah khade hain. Tujhe kachcha kha jayenge sawalon se.”

Main apne room mein ready ho raha tha. Shirt ke button lagate hue sheeshe mein dekha — aakhon mein kal raat ki thakan thi, par iraada mazboot.

Main: “Main front gate se jaunga hi nahi Papa. Padosi wale uncle ki chhat se pichle raaste nikal jaunga.”

Kitchen se Saloni Didi bhaagte hue aayi. Haath mein mera tiffin box.

Saloni Didi: “Ruk, yeh le. Bhookha mat rehna.”
Unhone tiffin mere bag mein daala aur mere dono kandhon ko pakad kar aankhon mein dekha.

Saloni Didi: “Aur sun… aaj wahan jaakar hero banne ki koshish mat karna. Chupchap kaam karna aur time se ghar aa jana. Samjha?”

Maine muskurate hue didi ke gaal kheenche.

Main: “Yes Boss. Tension mat lo… aur aap college jaogi na?”

Saloni Didi: “Haa… Naina aayegi, uske saath tempo se chali jaungi.”

Main chupke se pichle se chhat par aa gaya. Deewar phaand kar uncle ki chhat par chadhna aasaan tha. Wahan se neeche utra aur tang galiyon se hota hua main road par aa gaya. Chehre par rumaal pehle hi baandh liya tha.

Ek chalti hui tempo rukwayi aur station ki taraf nikal gaya.

Station pahunchte hi maahaul mein ek ajeeb sa badlaav mehsoos hua.

Kal tak gate par khada santri mujhe dhang se dekhta bhi nahi tha, aaj constables ka group discussion kar raha tha. Jaise hi main utra — sabki nazrein mujh par.

Sannata chha gaya.

Phir santri aage badha, chaudi muskaan ke saath.

Santri: “Aao ji aao! Humare station ke ‘Singham’. Bhai, maan gaye tujhe. Kal se SHO sahab ka mood itna badhiya hai ki pooch mat. Tune toh thane ki izzat bacha li yaar.”

Main halka sir hila kar andar ghusa.

Andar bhi log respect se dekh rahe the… kuch mein izzat, kuch mein jalan.

Sharma Ji mujhe dekhte hi cabin ki taraf ishara kiya.

Sharma Ji: “Dev, seedha SHO cabin mein ja. Sir subah se tera hi wait kar rahe hain.”

“Jai Hind Sir” bolkar main andar dakhil hua.

SHO peeche jhuke hue the, chai ka cup haath mein.

SHO: “Aaja Dev. Baith.”

Unhone mere baithte hi akhbaar phenka.

Front page par meri dhundhli photo.

Headline: “Mystery Cop Saves Family in Sector 30 – Real Hero or Vigilante?”

SHO: “Dekh raha hai? Department khush, public khush. Par ek problem hai.
Tu official papers pe abhi bhi Constable hai… aur media tujhe Inspector bana chuki hai.
Commissioner office ka order — abhi confusion clear mat karo. Public sentiment police ke favour mein hai.”

Main chup.

SHO: “Toh ab se tera kaam badh gaya hai. Uniform pehenega, field work zyada milega. Files mein constable rahega, team mein teri aawaz officer ki tarah suni jayegi. Manzoor?”

Main: “Bilkul manzoor Sir.”

SHO: “Good. Ab serious baat.”

Report uthayi.

SHO: “Kal jo gunde tune pakde… teeno ICU mein. Doctors keh rahe haddiyan aisi technical jagah se todi ki 2 mahine paani ka glass bhi nahi utha payenge.”

Main sharminda, nazrein jhuka li.

SHO: “Shikayat nahi kar raha. Guns ki forensic aayi — Army Batch ki chori hui guns se match.”

Mera dimaag click.

Main: “Matlab connected?”

SHO: “Haan. Humne ek bade saanp ki punchh dabayi hai Dev.
Aur haan… woh message jo tujhe raat ko aaya tha…”

Main chauk gaya.

Main: “Aapko kaise pata?”

SHO ne phone dikhaya — wahi message.

SHO: “Mujhe bhi aaya. Sharma ko bhi.”

Room mein sannata.

SHO: “Dev, tune sirf ek parivaar nahi bachaya. Tune kisi bahut badi cheez ko chhed diya hai.
Ab tu police wala hai ya agent… mujhe farak nahi padta.
Bas itna bata — kya tu is khel ke liye taiyaar hai?”

Main unki aankhon mein dekha. Darr gayab… purani thandak wapas.

Main: (thos aawaz) “Sir… agar khel unhone shuru kiya hai, toh khatam hum karenge.”

Aur bhi kaafi baatein hui…

Darwaza zor se khula.

Sharma Ji bhaagte hue aaye, paseena bheega hua.

Sharma Ji: “Sir! Sir! Ek aur kaand ho gaya!”

SHO: “Kya hua Sharma? Saans le pehle.”

Sharma Ji: “Sector 6 ke school ke paas… ek school bus hijack ho gayi hai. Poori bus gher li hai unhone.”

SHO: “Demand kya hai?”

Sharma Ji ne meri taraf dekha — aankhon mein darr.

Sharma Ji: “Unhone kaha hai ki woh kisi se baat nahi karenge… siwaye Inspector Dev ke.”

Mera naam sunte hi sunn reh gaya.

Phir ek shabd ne duniya hila di — Sector 6 School.

Subah Saloni didi boli thi — woh Naina ke saath Sector 6 wale college ja rahi hain tempo se…

Mera khoon jam gaya.

Main: (badbadate hue) “Saloni…”

SHO: “Kya bola tune?”

Main: (aawaz ladkhadate hue) “Meri behen… Sir, meri behen aur cousin wahan ho sakti hain. Woh aaj wahan gaye the usi sector mein.”

Ab yeh sirf duty nahi thi.

Ab yeh personal tha. Bahut personal.

Main: “Gaadi nikaliye Sharma ji.”

Bahut badhiya update Hai Bhai....
Ha bhai update to mast hai....ab ye koun aaya hai dekhte hai....or iske pash shaktiya hai ki nhi dekhte hai....or ab aage kya hoga wo dekhne ke liye intejar Hai
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[111ramjain]

Nice update

 

[Smith_15]

 

[Dev the lover]

Nice update

Mast update

Dil se shukriya sabhi bhaiyon ka
​

 

[Mr.X796]

Awesome update

 

[Dev the lover]

Bahut badhiya update Hai Bhai....
Ha bhai update to mast hai....ab ye koun aaya hai dekhte hai....or iske pash shaktiya hai ki nhi dekhte hai....or ab aage kya hoga wo dekhne ke liye intejar Hai
Waiting for next update

Bhauuut shukriya bhai

Ha bhai… ab asli khel shuru ho chuka hai.
Kaun aaya hai, uske paas shaktiyan hain ya nahi —
sab kuch dheere-dheere unfold hoga…
Next update me aur tez twist milega bhai…
Bas thoda sa intezar aur!

 

[Dev the lover]

Awesome update

Dil se shukriya bhai ka
​

Love you & thanks for the constant support

 

[Dev the lover]

UPDATE 17 – THE RIDE TO HELL​

Police jeep ka siren sadak ka seena cheerta hua goonj raha tha.

Sharma Ji driving seat par the, accelerator poora floor tak daba hua tha.
Steering par unke haath safed pad gaye the, itni zor se pakda hua tha unhone.

Main bagal wali seat par tha.
Bahar buildings peeche choot rahi thi, hawa tez thi, par mere kaano mein sirf sannata tha.
Haath mein phone — screen par “Saloni Didi” ka naam blink ho raha tha.

Tring... Tring...

Ring ja rahi thi... par koi utha nahi raha tha.
Har ring ke saath mera dil ek beat miss kar raha tha.

Main (mann mein): “Utha lo Didi... please galti se hi sahi, phone utha lo...”

Sharma Ji ne ek glance meri taraf dekha.

Sharma Ji: “Dev… shant reh. Zaruri nahi ki woh usi bus mein ho. Sector 6 bada hai, shayad market mein ho, ya auto mein ho. Tu negative mat soch.”

Maine aankhein kholi. Unme ab aansu nahi, ek ajeeb sa khali-pan tha.

Main: “Sharma ji… mera dil kabhi galat signal nahi deta. Woh wahin hai.
Aur agar usse ek kharoch bhi aayi…”

Sentence poora nahi kiya.
Bas dashboard par rakhi apni gun ko tight pakad liya.

Hum Sector 6 ke School area mein pahunche.
Nazara kisi nightmare se kam nahi tha.

Yellow school bus sadak ke beech khadi thi — saare sheeshe kaale paint se pote hue.

Chaaron taraf police barricading.
50-60 parents ro rahe the, police se ulajh rahe the.
Media ka jamawda dugna.

Jeep barricade ko paar karte hue hue andar ghusi.
Main chalte hue jeep se neeche kooda.

SHO Sir bhi dusari car se uatar kar jaha , map bichha kar strategy bana rahe the sab waha kadhe ho gaye .

SHO: “Dev! Yahan aa!”

Main bhaagta hua unke paas.

Main: “Sir, situation kya hai? Andar kitne log hain?”

SHO: “Bus mein 15 bachche aur 3 teachers.
Thermal cameras paint ki wajah se fail.
Bas ek demand — ‘Inspector Dev ko bhejo’.”

Tabhi bheed se ek cheekh —

“Dev! Dev…...!”

Maine mud kar dekha — Naina Didi.
Baal bikhre, aankhein suji hui, dupatta mitti mein latha.

Woh cordon todne ki koshish kar rahi thi.

Main daud kar unke paas.

Unhone mera collar pakad liya aur phoot-phoot kar rone lagi.

Naina: “Dev… woh andar hai! Saloni andar hai!”

Mera dimaag sunn pad gaya.

Main (kandhe pakad kar): “Didi… shant ho jao. Batao hua kya? Aap log toh tempo se jaane wale the?”

Naina (rote hue): “Hum stand par khade the… auto nahi mila…..
School bus aa rahi thi… Saloni ne kaha bachche hain, safe rahega, lift maang lete hain…aur uske saath yaha tak aaye

Main paani lene neeche utri thi… aur tabhi woh log chadh gaye!

Maine dekha Dev… unhone Saloni ke sar pe bandook rakhi thi! Woh meri wajah se andar reh gayi!”

Naina zameen par gir gayi.

SHO ne mujhe peeche se pakad liya.

SHO (zor se hilate hue): “DEV! Control!
Agar tu emotion mein gaya toh galti karega. Aur teri ek galti ki saza teri behen bhugtegi.
Bhai ke emotion me mat rehna abhi. Samjha?”

Maine ek gehri saans li.

Andar ka toofan ek pin-point focus mein badal gaya.

Naina ko Sharma Ji ke hawale kiya.

Main: “Inka dhyaan rakhna. Mom-Dad ko phone mat karne dena.”

Phir main bus ki taraf ghuma.
Chehra patthar jaisa.

Megaphone cheen liya.

Main (loudspeaker par): “Main Dev hoon! Bahar khada hoon!
Tumhari demand poori karne aaya hoon.

Sabhi bachod aur meri behen ko haath bhi lagaya… toh yaad rakhna, narak mein bhi chhupne ki jagah nahi milegi.”

Bus ka front door Hisss… khula.

Andhere mein se ek aadmi nikla — chehre par Joker mask usko dekh kar jaise mere dimga me kuch azeeb si chuban hui sayad mera mind woh mask lena caah raha thaa...

Ek haath mein gun.
Dusre haath se baalon se pakad kar Saloni Didi ko aage kiya.

Unke maathe se khoon beh raha tha.
Honth sookhe, aankhein darri hui.
Par mujhe dekhte hi darr gayab — bas pukar aur manaahi.

Saloni Didi (chilla kar): “Dev… mat aa! Yeh trap hai! Yeh log tujhe maarne aaye hain!”

Hijacker: “Chup!” — gun kanpatti par press.

Didi ne aankhein band kar li.

Mera haath mutthi mein kass gaya, nakhun skin mein ghus gaye.

Hijacker: “Aaja Hero!
Par shart — Shirt utaar. Belt utaar.
Koi weapon nahi, koi mic nahi.”

SHO ne dheere kaha: “Dev, mat kar. Sniper arrange kar rahe hain.”

Main (bina mude): “Sniper aane tak trigger daba dega Sir. Risk nahi le sakta.”

Belt kholi, zameen par phenki.
Shirt ke button ek jhatke mein tode — phenk di.

Shareer kasa hua, kuch bachpan ke zakhmon ke nishan dhoop mein chamak rahe the.

Main (SHO se): “Sir… agar 10 minute mein bahar na aaun… emergency escape formation ready kar dena.”

Dono haath upar karke, nange badan, bus ki taraf badha.

Hawa ruk gayi thi.
Sannata aisa ki jooton ki aawaz sun sakta tha.

Pehli seedhi chadhi.

Joker mask wale ne gun meri chhaati par taani.

Hijacker: “Welcome Inspector.
V Sir ne kaha tha… aaj tera asli test hoga.”

Main bus ke andar dakhil hua.

Darwaza mere peeche band ho gaya.

Ab main, woh, aur meri Saloni didi aur baaki bache aur teacher the yaha .

Bahut hui herogiri…abb maut se samana karne ki baari hai .

 

[Sushil@10]

UPDATE 18 – THE RIDE TO HELL​

Police jeep ka siren sadak ka seena cheerta hua goonj raha tha.

Sharma Ji driving seat par the, accelerator poora floor tak daba hua tha.
Steering par unke haath safed pad gaye the, itni zor se pakda hua tha unhone.

Main bagal wali seat par tha.
Bahar buildings peeche choot rahi thi, hawa tez thi, par mere kaano mein sirf sannata tha.
Haath mein phone — screen par “Saloni Didi” ka naam blink ho raha tha.

Tring... Tring...

Ring ja rahi thi... par koi utha nahi raha tha.
Har ring ke saath mera dil ek beat miss kar raha tha.

Main (mann mein): “Utha lo Didi... please galti se hi sahi, phone utha lo...”

Sharma Ji ne ek glance meri taraf dekha.

Sharma Ji: “Dev… shant reh. Zaruri nahi ki woh usi bus mein ho. Sector 6 bada hai, shayad market mein ho, ya auto mein ho. Tu negative mat soch.”

Maine aankhein kholi. Unme ab aansu nahi, ek ajeeb sa khali-pan tha.

Main: “Sharma ji… mera dil kabhi galat signal nahi deta. Woh wahin hai.
Aur agar usse ek kharoch bhi aayi…”

Sentence poora nahi kiya.
Bas dashboard par rakhi apni gun ko tight pakad liya.

Hum Sector 6 ke School area mein pahunche.
Nazara kisi nightmare se kam nahi tha.

Yellow school bus sadak ke beech khadi thi — saare sheeshe kaale paint se pote hue.

Chaaron taraf police barricading.
50-60 parents ro rahe the, police se ulajh rahe the.
Media ka jamawda dugna.

Jeep barricade ko paar karte hue hue andar ghusi.
Main chalte hue jeep se neeche kooda.

SHO Sir bhi dusari car se uatar kar jaha , map bichha kar strategy bana rahe the sab waha kadhe ho gaye .

SHO: “Dev! Yahan aa!”

Main bhaagta hua unke paas.

Main: “Sir, situation kya hai? Andar kitne log hain?”

SHO: “Bus mein 15 bachche aur 3 teachers.
Thermal cameras paint ki wajah se fail.
Bas ek demand — ‘Inspector Dev ko bhejo’.”

Tabhi bheed se ek cheekh —

“Dev! Dev…...!”

Maine mud kar dekha — Naina Didi.
Baal bikhre, aankhein suji hui, dupatta mitti mein latha.

Woh cordon todne ki koshish kar rahi thi.

Main daud kar unke paas.

Unhone mera collar pakad liya aur phoot-phoot kar rone lagi.

Naina: “Dev… woh andar hai! Saloni andar hai!”

Mera dimaag sunn pad gaya.

Main (kandhe pakad kar): “Didi… shant ho jao. Batao hua kya? Aap log toh tempo se jaane wale the?”

Naina (rote hue): “Hum stand par khade the… auto nahi mila…..
School bus aa rahi thi… Saloni ne kaha bachche hain, safe rahega, lift maang lete hain…aur uske saath yaha tak aaye

Main paani lene neeche utri thi… aur tabhi woh log chadh gaye!

Maine dekha Dev… unhone Saloni ke sar pe bandook rakhi thi! Woh meri wajah se andar reh gayi!”

Naina zameen par gir gayi.

SHO ne mujhe peeche se pakad liya.

SHO (zor se hilate hue): “DEV! Control!
Agar tu emotion mein gaya toh galti karega. Aur teri ek galti ki saza teri behen bhugtegi.
Bhai ke emotion me mat rehna abhi. Samjha?”

Maine ek gehri saans li.

Andar ka toofan ek pin-point focus mein badal gaya.

Naina ko Sharma Ji ke hawale kiya.

Main: “Inka dhyaan rakhna. Mom-Dad ko phone mat karne dena.”

Phir main bus ki taraf ghuma.
Chehra patthar jaisa.

Megaphone cheen liya.

Main (loudspeaker par): “Main Dev hoon! Bahar khada hoon!
Tumhari demand poori karne aaya hoon.

Sabhi bachod aur meri behen ko haath bhi lagaya… toh yaad rakhna, narak mein bhi chhupne ki jagah nahi milegi.”

Bus ka front door Hisss… khula.

Andhere mein se ek aadmi nikla — chehre par Joker mask usko dekh kar jaise mere dimga me kuch azeeb si chuban hui sayad mera mind woh mask lena caah raha thaa...

Ek haath mein gun.
Dusre haath se baalon se pakad kar Saloni Didi ko aage kiya.

Unke maathe se khoon beh raha tha.
Honth sookhe, aankhein darri hui.
Par mujhe dekhte hi darr gayab — bas pukar aur manaahi.

Saloni Didi (chilla kar): “Dev… mat aa! Yeh trap hai! Yeh log tujhe maarne aaye hain!”

Hijacker: “Chup!” — gun kanpatti par press.

Didi ne aankhein band kar li.

Mera haath mutthi mein kass gaya, nakhun skin mein ghus gaye.

Hijacker: “Aaja Hero!
Par shart — Shirt utaar. Belt utaar.
Koi weapon nahi, koi mic nahi.”

SHO ne dheere kaha: “Dev, mat kar. Sniper arrange kar rahe hain.”

Main (bina mude): “Sniper aane tak trigger daba dega Sir. Risk nahi le sakta.”

Belt kholi, zameen par phenki.
Shirt ke button ek jhatke mein tode — phenk di.

Shareer kasa hua, kuch bachpan ke zakhmon ke nishan dhoop mein chamak rahe the.

Main (SHO se): “Sir… agar 10 minute mein bahar na aaun… emergency escape formation ready kar dena.”

Dono haath upar karke, nange badan, bus ki taraf badha.

Hawa ruk gayi thi.
Sannata aisa ki jooton ki aawaz sun sakta tha.

Pehli seedhi chadhi.

Joker mask wale ne gun meri chhaati par taani.

Hijacker: “Welcome Inspector.
V Sir ne kaha tha… aaj tera asli test hoga.”

Main bus ke andar dakhil hua.

Darwaza mere peeche band ho gaya.

Ab main, woh, aur meri Saloni didi aur baaki bache aur teacher the yaha .

Bahut hui herogiri…abb maut se samana karne ki baari hai .

Awesome update and excellent writing