Jab Pyaar Aur Power Ek Hi Raaste Par Chal Pade,
Tho Har Dil Ek Jang Ka Maidan Ban Jaata Hai…
Tho Har Dil Ek Jang Ka Maidan Ban Jaata Hai…
Romance The Crown and The Scar
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The “Crown” = Emperor
The “Scar” = The past and Connection
THE story of love and terror
The “Scar” = The past and Connection
THE story of love and terror
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Chapter 1 — The File That Refused to Sleep
Delhi ki raat thodi heavy thi — hawa m dust aur barish dono ka flavor tha. RAW Headquarters ke glass corridors mein sirf fluorescent lights aur computer ke screens glow kar rahe the. Ek light ke niche, ek woman baithi thi — Aishani. Uske samne ek file thi, thick, brown, aur upar likha tha:
“CONFIDENTIAL — MAFIA KING”
File ka paper uske fingertips ke niche thoda moist feel ho raha tha. Jaise uske andar likhi kahani abhi khatam nahi hui thi.
Aishani ne file kholi, ek-ek page palta. Photos half-burnt, kuch CCTV stills blurred. Har page pe ek naam baar-baar aata tha — Vihaan Arya. Official record ke according, teen saal pehle Istanbul operation mein mar chuka tha. Par RAW ko naya intel mila tha — “Possible sightings — Munich, Prague, Mumbai.”
Aishani ne dheere se sigh liya. “So he’s alive…” she murmured.
Peeche se ek calm voice aayi — Mr. Goyal, RAW Head.
“Maybe he wants us to think he’s alive,” unhone kaha, room mein enter hote hue.
Unhone ek USB drive table pe rakha. “Intercepted file — same man, new name: Kabir. No criminal record, because he writes his own record.”
Aishani ne aankhon se question poocha.
“Sir, agar yeh sach hai, to mission open karte hain?”
“Approved,” Goyal ne short tone mein kaha. “Codename: Operation Hellfire. You lead. But remember, he’s not a man — he’s an equation. Usko solve nahi, decode karna padta hai.”
Unhone file close kar di aur doorway pe ruk kar kaha,
“Be careful, Aishani. Ghosts don’t die; they just change names.”
Goyal chala gaya. Room phir se silent ho gaya. Sirf ek tube-light ka flicker aur us file ki khushboo — paper, ink aur danger ka mix.
The Weight of the File:
Aishani ne file dobara dekhi. Ek black-and-white photo tha — half-turned face, sharp jawline, aankhen camera se door. Par us photo mein ek arrogance tha, jaise koi keh raha ho: “I know you’re watching.”
Mirror ke reflection mein Aishani ka chehra dikh raha tha — calm, disciplined, but uski aankhon mein ek spark thi. This is personal, usne khud se kaha, but usi pal soch ko suppress kar diya. RAW officers' emotions nahi dikhate; woh sirf results dikhate hain.
Intercom buzzed — Priya ki voice.
“Team ready hai, ma’am. Coffee bhej doon?”
“Strong one,” Aishani ne reply diya. “Long night ahead.”
The Team:
War-room RAW ka heart hota hai — screens, maps, aur red pins.
Wahan uska trusted unit already assembled tha:
Rahul — tall, muscular, ex-para-commando, eyes mein unspoken loyalty.
Mohit — tech aur combat dono mein genius, thoda attitude bhi.
Priya — mission doctor, serious, analytical.
Riya — hacker, hoodie pehne, chewing gum ke saath bhi code likh leti hai.
Mansi — sniper, kam bolti hai, par har shot ek sentence hota hai.
Aishani ne file table pe spread ki.
“Target — Vihaan Arya a.k.a kabir. Location trace: Munich, Germany. Possible activity: Money laundering under a humanitarian front.”
Riya ne whistle maara. “Germany? That’s big league, boss.”
Mohit: “Ya to insane hai ya genius.”
Rahul: “Ya dono.”
Sab hase, par Aishani ka tone steady raha.
“Hum ek chessboard pe ja rahe hain jahan doosra player already move kar chuka hai. Har step calculated hoga.”
Unhone sabke roles assign kiye —
“Riya, digital footprints. Mohit, logistics. Priya, trauma prep. Mansi, long-range cover. Rahul, point defense.”
Rahul ne quietly kaha, “Always with you.”
Ek second ke liye unki aankhen mili, phir dono ne nazar hata li.
Meeting ke baad sab nikal gaye. Rahul ruk gaya.
“Tum jaanti ho na, they picked you because you don’t flinch.”
Aishani ne half-smile di. “Ya shayad isliye, kyunki main feel karti hoon… but late.”
Rahul kuch kehne wala tha, par chup ho gaya. Silence sometimes saves friendship.
The First Message:
Raat 2 baje, Delhi rain phir shuru hui. Aishani apne apartment ke balcony pe khadi thi. Neeche sheher ek blur tha — lights, horns, aur thoda loneliness.
Uske phone ne vibrate kiya — Encrypted Message.
“Agent A, you buried the body, not the king.”
– Unknown. Location: Munich.
Aishani ke haath thode thand pad gaye. Kahi andhar se ek voice boli — It’s him.
Usne ek reply type kiya: “See you soon.”
Phir delete kar diya. “No trace,” usne khud se kaha.
Mirror ke samne khadi, usne apna reflection dekha.
RAW badge ek side table par rakha tha. Usne dheere se bola,
“Ab yeh sirf mission nahi hai.”
Wahi waqt, Europe ke ek dark room mein ek man ne phone band kiya. Uske chehre pe half-smile thi. Screen pe ek image open thi — Aishani ki profile photo. Usne slow voice mein kaha,
“Finally… she’s coming.”
Window ke bahar Munich ki skyline, barish aur sirf ek naam echo karta hai:
Vihaan Arya.
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Chapter 2 — The Team and the Shadow
Subah ke 7 baje RAW Headquarters ke andar sab kuch mechanical lag raha tha —
screens blink kar rahe the, coffee machine ka noise, aur ek energy jo war se pehle ke calm jaise thi.
Bas ek difference tha — Aishani ke face pe aaj koi usual calm nahi tha.
Woh thoda zyada silent thi, zyada alert, jaise kisi ne uske andar ek invisible alarm chalu kar diya ho.
Kal raat ka encrypted message — “You buried the body, not the king.” —
ab bhi uske dimaag ke back corner mein flash kar raha tha.
Usne apna hair tie kiya, jacket pehna aur war-room ki taraf chali gayi.
Table ke upar ek hi file thi — “Operation Hellfire: Target — Vihaan Arya”.
Aur file ke neeche likha tha: Possible Alias: kabir.
The War Room:
Jaise hi Aishani room mein enter hui, uska pura team already ready tha.
Screens par Europe ke maps, transaction lists aur fake NGO reports dikh rahe the.
Riya hoodie pehne coding kar rahi thi, chewing gum ke rhythm mein fingers move kar rahi thi.
Mohit ek corner mein laptop ke saath khil raha tha — “Boss, data mil gaya hai par kuch line missing hain… jaise kisi ne trace intentionally blur kar diya ho.”
Priya ne calmly kaha, “Means someone wanted to be found but not caught.”
Rahul, usual soldier mode mein, ek file band kar ke bola,
“Ya phir, he’s inviting us in — trap style.”
Mansi silently scope clean kar rahi thi, bina kuch bole.
Aishani ne table ke center par ek photo slide ki —
“Target,” usne kaha.
Ek shadowed face, half-visible jawline, aur ek faint scar.
Sabne ek second ke liye photo ko dekha.
Aishani ne deep breath li, “We can’t underestimate him. Vihaan Arya koi street criminal nahi hai. He’s a strategist, a manipulator. He disappears before you even realize he was there.”
Riya ne screen rotate ki. “Boss, ek NGO mila hai — Munich registered. Name: Helping Hands International. Legit dikhta hai, par donation pattern weird hai. Repeated small transfers, scattered IP addresses. Har receipt ke bottom par ek hidden watermark — owl with a crown.”
Aishani ka heartbeat ek second ke liye ruk gaya.
Wahi symbol uske kal ke message ke header mein tha.
Rahul ne note padte hue kaha, “Owl again? Same sign we saw in Istanbul 3 years back.”
Aishani ne slowly kaha, “Exactly. Ye coincidence nahi ho sakta.”
Planning the Hunt:
Mission mode activate.
Aishani ne board ke saamne khadi hoke bola,
“Riya — you handle cyber trace. Mohit — NGO ke backend system ka clone bana. Priya — local med team contacts arrange kar. Mansi — overwatch positions decide kar. Rahul — ground security.”
Sabne ek saath “Yes ma’am” bola.
Phir usne thoda soft tone mein kaha, “This won’t be like Istanbul. We’re not crashing in. We observe, infiltrate, and confirm. No one fires until I say.”
Rahul ne thoda sarcastic smile ke saath kaha, “You say that every time. And every time, we end up dodging bullets.”
Aishani ne half-smile di. “Because I trust you to catch them before they hit me.”
Moment light tha, but unke beech ka tension ek thin wire jaisa stretch hua tha — visible only if you looked too close.
Between Duty and Emotion:
Team disperse hone ke baad sirf Aishani aur Rahul room mein bache.
Monitors ke reflection unke faces pe dance kar rahe the.
Rahul ne finally bola, “Aishani… tum itni calm kaise rehti ho? Every mission, every risk — and you just… freeze the fear.”
Aishani ne chair ke edge par baith kar kaha,
“Fear mujhe stop nahi karta, Rahul. Mujhe guide karta hai.
Aur agar main kabhi calm nahi rahi, toh team crumble ho jaayegi.”
Rahul ek step aage badha. “Team sambhal jaayegi. Tum kab sambhalogi?”
Aishani ne uski aankhon mein dekha, ek second ke liye silence.
She smiled — not out of joy, but discipline. “Leader ke paas luxury nahi hoti sambhalne ki.”
Usne file utha li aur nikal gayi.
Rahul wahi khada raha, aankhon mein wohi unsaid feelings.
Mission ke pehle sabse bada war hamisha dil ke andar hota hai.
Munich Arrival:
Do din baad Munich.
Cold breeze, fog aur ek city jo surface pe calm thi, par andar se restless.
Team ne ek low-profile safehouse set kiya.
Mohit ne comms install kiya, Riya ne surveillance system hack kiya, Priya ne fake medical camp ka setup ready rakha.
Aishani ne balcony se city dekha.
Iss sheher mein kahin na kahin woh tha — Vihaan Arya, Kabir, ya koi teesra face.
Usne apne gloves tight kiye aur quietly kaha, “Game begins.”
Us raat unhone NGO’s main office ke aas-paas recon kiya.
Building normal thi — volunteers, banners, free clinic.
Lekin Aishani ka trained eye unke movements observe kar rahi thi —
Ek volunteer repeatedly side door se disappear ho raha tha.
Ek janitor jiski wrist pe owl tattoo tha.
Aur sabse ajeeb — second floor ke ek cabin ka light blink kar raha tha, jaise kisi ne intentionally flicker pattern set kiya ho.
Rahul ne whisper kiya, “Maybe code signal.”
Aishani ne confirm kiya, “We check it tomorrow.”
Jaate hue usne ek glass window ke andar dekha —
ek man desk ke paas baitha tha, paperwork mein lost.
Uska profile familiar tha.
Ek calm arrogance.
Ek presence jo room ke temperature ko badal de.
Unki aankhein ek moment ke liye mili.
Koi expression nahi — bas ek recognition jaisa feeling.
Woh instant Aishani ke liye file se reality ban gaya.
Kabir.
Same man.
Rahul ne notice kiya. “You okay?”
Aishani ne quickly kaha, “Let’s move.”
But andar se woh hil chuki thi.
The Shadow Moves:
Next day, Riya ne intercepted call decode kiya —
"Delivery at Dock 3, midnight. Confidential shipment."
Wahi owl watermark again.
Aishani ne sabko brief kiya:
“Tonigh,t we move in silent mode. No gunfire unless required. Mission objective: intercept and identify sender.”
Riya ne network jam set kiya, Mansi rooftop se overwatch ready thi, Mohit aur Rahul field pe.
Aishani aur Priya cover mein.
Dock pe fog thick thi, aur water ke reflection mein street lights halke blink kar rahe the.
Ek truck aaya — crates unload hue, sab pe wahi owl logo.
Workers ne crates open kiye, andar syringes aur medical supplies.
Normal lag raha tha — too normal.
Rahul ne whisper kiya, “Too clean. Something’s off.”
Tabhi ek sound aayi — click — hidden compartment open hua.
Andar se passports aur ek silver lighter nikla.
Aishani ne lighter uthaya.
Us par wohi engraving: Owl with Crown.
Usne slowly kaha, “Same symbol. Same signature.”
Kahin door ek figure unhe dekh raha tha — black coat, cigarette smoke ke andar hide hua.
Usne phone par softly bola, “She found my trail. Perfect.”
River ke upar fog roll ho rahi thi, aur uske peeche ek silhouette static khada tha —
Vihaan Arya.
The Morning After
Subah ke 5 baje team safehouse wapas aayi.
Sab thake hue, par mission successful.
Evidence hands-on tha, par conclusion abhi door.
Aishani ne table par lighter rakha, haath se trace kiya.
“Yeh sirf clue nahi,” usne softly kaha, “yeh invitation hai.”
Rahul ne uski taraf dekha. “Invitation from whom?”
Usne smile kiya, eyes tired but sharp. “From the man who doesn’t want to hide anymore.”
Silence chhaya, aur sirf city ke clocks ki tick-tick sunai di.
Riya ne low voice mein bola, “Boss, you think he knows you’re here?”
Aishani ne answer diya, “He always knew. We’re the ones who’re late.”
Balcony pe Aishani khadi hai, dawn ke first light ke saath, aur uske haath mein woh lighter.
She whispers to herself —
“Welcome back, Vihaan Arya.”
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