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Bhai log 1 Update post kiya hey.
Padha ke kaisa hey jaruar batana.
Aur reviews jarur dena..
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Update 2: The Calm Beneath
“Jo log duniya ke samne muskurate hain, unke andar sabse zyada shor hota hai.”
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Mumbai – Rajan Estate – 7:15 AM
Ayaan Rajan ka room silent tha. Curtains se nikalti subah ki roshni uske desk tak aa rahi thi, jahan ek photo frame rakha tha — Rajan parivaar ka ek purana photo.
Usme Ayaan sabse chhota tha. Ek corner mein, smile karta hua. Na aaj waala cold expression, na waise aankhen.
Aaj Ayaan mirror ke saamne khada tha. White kurta, neatly rolled sleeves, black strap watch. Kamar tak hairstyle, bilkul disciplined. Bas ek chehra — jo kuch bolta nahi, sab dekh leta hai.
Door knock hua.
Kabir: "Tu ready hai? Aaj Baba ke saath meeting hai office mein."
Ayaan: "Main sirf dekhne jaa raha hoon. Decision aap log lo."
Kabir: "Kabhi kabhi decisions un logon se bhi aate hain, jo kuch nahi bolte."
Kabir chala gaya. Ayaan ne ek minute tak mirror mein apne aap ko dekha. Phir drawer khola — andar ek black envelope rakha tha.
Uspar sirf ek symbol bana tha — inverted black flame with a lotus.
Bas dekha. Touch nahi kiya.
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Rajan Industries – Boardroom – 11:00 AM
Vikram Rajan, Kabir, aur Ayaan ke saamne investors baithe the.
Discussion chal raha tha ek new chemical plant ke expansion pe. Foreign delegate awkwardly Hindi samajhne ki koshish kar raha tha.
Investor: "Agar local dons waha ka pressure daal rahe hain, toh hum plant kahan se secure rakhenge?"
Kabir: "We’ll handle the local political pressure. Local mafia... hum unko jante hain."
Investor: "Jante hain ya deal kiya hai?"
Room mein ek thoda sa tension ka mahol ho gaya tha.
Ayaan: "Pressure sirf tab hota hai jab aap kisi aur ke rules follow karte ho. Rajan Industries apne rules khud likhti hai."
Investor kuch nahi bola. Lekin uski aankhon mein doubt bhi tha... aur thoda respect bhi.
Meeting ke baad Kabir ne corridor mein Ayaan ko roka.
Kabir: "Tu zyada sharp bol gaya."
Ayaan: "Main sirf unko woh sunwa raha tha jo darr ko kam karta hai."
Kabir: "Tu bhi baba jaisa ho raha hai... lekin tere andar kuch alag hai."
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Mumbai Business College – 2:00 PM
Ayaan ne campus enter kiya toh hamesha ki tarah kuch ladkiyan usko dekh ke whisper kar rahi thi. Lekin Ayaan ka focus bas ek Chhote group pe tha — Dev aur Shruti.
Dev: "Abe tu raat ko phone pe nahi tha. Kahan tha?"
Ayaan: "Bas... thoda personal kaam tha."
Shruti: "Tum hamesha mystery mein rehte ho, Ayaan. Kabhi normal behave karlo."
Ayaan: "Agar main normal ho jaaun, toh tumhara interest chala jaayega."
Dev: "Abe kya baat boli!"
Teeno Hans diye us bat par
Tabhi ek junior student bhaagta hua aaya.
Student: "Bhaiya... gate ke bahar kuch log aaye hain. Rohan ko pakad liya hai."
Ayaan: "Kya matlab?"
Student: "Woh Bhau ke log hain. Keh rahe hain Rohan ne unke area mein software becha."
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College Gate – 2:20 PM
Bhau ke aadmi — do body shody vale bande — Rohan ko dhamka rahe the.
Chiku : "Abe humare area ka rule todta hai? Permission liya tha tu?"
Rohan: "Sir college project tha. Profit ka nahi tha usmey kuch ."
Ek thappad padta hai uske gaal pe.
Ayaan gate ke andar se dekh raha tha. Uska phone vibrate karta hai.
Secure Ping: “dekho No action. Najar rakho Sirf kya hota hey .”
Wo ruk gaya. Ankhe choti kar ke dekh raha tha, un gundo ka face yaad rakh raha tha . Ek photo leli unki aram se..
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Rajan Mansion – Night – 9:45 PM
Dining table pe sirf Vikram aur Kabir the.
Kabir: "Bhau ka interfere badh raha hai. Apne area se nikal ke colleges tak aa gaya hai."
Vikram: "Mumbai mein rule karna ho toh Bhau jaise kutto ko ya toh paalna padta hai... ya kaatna padta hai."
Ayaan: "Kabhi kabhi kutta sirf bhaukta hai. Kaatna sirf uska sapna hota hai."
Kabir: "Tu kuch zyada hi soch raha hai. Sab thik toh hai?"
Ayaan: "Main bas dekh raha hoon."
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Adhi rat Ko – Mumbai Suburb – Abandoned Parking Lot
Ayaan black hoodie mein ek shadow ki tarah khada tha.
Ek chhoti device uske haath mein thi — laser audio scanner. Do Bhau ke log car mein baith ke baat kar rahe the.
Goon 1: "Shipment kal raat Reay Road se jayega."
Goon 2: "Aur Chiku ne Rajan college wale ko foda tha . Bhau khush tha us bat par ."
Ayaan: "Toh yeh sirf personal nahi... political bhi ho gaya hai."
Ayaan ne scanner band kiya. GPS ping bheja. Surveillance report upload.
Reply aaya:
“Marked. distance rakhna . Writ Council ko bhej diya hey .”
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Next Morning – College Corridor – 9:00 AM
Shruti ne Ayaan ko corner mein roka.
Shruti: "Tum kuch chhupa rahe ho. Aur main pakad loongi."
Ayaan: "Jo cheez chhupi ho, usse dhoondhne ka matlab sirf curiosity nahi hota... kabhi kabhi khatra bhi hota hai."
Shruti ruki. Kuch bol nahi paayi.
Ayaan ne ek second ke liye uski aankhon mein dekha, phir side se chalkar nikal gaya — ek naam ki tarah... ek raaz ki tarah.
– Unknown Room – Red Light Scanner
Ek man in shadows ne UV light mein ek black flame lotus tattoo ko scan kiya.
Voice : “The Revenant is awake.”....
“Jo log duniya ke samne muskurate hain, unke andar sabse zyada shor hota hai.”
---
Mumbai – Rajan Estate – 7:15 AM
Ayaan Rajan ka room silent tha. Curtains se nikalti subah ki roshni uske desk tak aa rahi thi, jahan ek photo frame rakha tha — Rajan parivaar ka ek purana photo.
Usme Ayaan sabse chhota tha. Ek corner mein, smile karta hua. Na aaj waala cold expression, na waise aankhen.
Aaj Ayaan mirror ke saamne khada tha. White kurta, neatly rolled sleeves, black strap watch. Kamar tak hairstyle, bilkul disciplined. Bas ek chehra — jo kuch bolta nahi, sab dekh leta hai.
Door knock hua.
Kabir: "Tu ready hai? Aaj Baba ke saath meeting hai office mein."
Ayaan: "Main sirf dekhne jaa raha hoon. Decision aap log lo."
Kabir: "Kabhi kabhi decisions un logon se bhi aate hain, jo kuch nahi bolte."
Kabir chala gaya. Ayaan ne ek minute tak mirror mein apne aap ko dekha. Phir drawer khola — andar ek black envelope rakha tha.
Uspar sirf ek symbol bana tha — inverted black flame with a lotus.
Bas dekha. Touch nahi kiya.
---
Rajan Industries – Boardroom – 11:00 AM
Vikram Rajan, Kabir, aur Ayaan ke saamne investors baithe the.
Discussion chal raha tha ek new chemical plant ke expansion pe. Foreign delegate awkwardly Hindi samajhne ki koshish kar raha tha.
Investor: "Agar local dons waha ka pressure daal rahe hain, toh hum plant kahan se secure rakhenge?"
Kabir: "We’ll handle the local political pressure. Local mafia... hum unko jante hain."
Investor: "Jante hain ya deal kiya hai?"
Room mein ek thoda sa tension ka mahol ho gaya tha.
Ayaan: "Pressure sirf tab hota hai jab aap kisi aur ke rules follow karte ho. Rajan Industries apne rules khud likhti hai."
Investor kuch nahi bola. Lekin uski aankhon mein doubt bhi tha... aur thoda respect bhi.
Meeting ke baad Kabir ne corridor mein Ayaan ko roka.
Kabir: "Tu zyada sharp bol gaya."
Ayaan: "Main sirf unko woh sunwa raha tha jo darr ko kam karta hai."
Kabir: "Tu bhi baba jaisa ho raha hai... lekin tere andar kuch alag hai."
---
Mumbai Business College – 2:00 PM
Ayaan ne campus enter kiya toh hamesha ki tarah kuch ladkiyan usko dekh ke whisper kar rahi thi. Lekin Ayaan ka focus bas ek Chhote group pe tha — Dev aur Shruti.
Dev: "Abe tu raat ko phone pe nahi tha. Kahan tha?"
Ayaan: "Bas... thoda personal kaam tha."
Shruti: "Tum hamesha mystery mein rehte ho, Ayaan. Kabhi normal behave karlo."
Ayaan: "Agar main normal ho jaaun, toh tumhara interest chala jaayega."
Dev: "Abe kya baat boli!"
Teeno Hans diye us bat par
Tabhi ek junior student bhaagta hua aaya.
Student: "Bhaiya... gate ke bahar kuch log aaye hain. Rohan ko pakad liya hai."
Ayaan: "Kya matlab?"
Student: "Woh Bhau ke log hain. Keh rahe hain Rohan ne unke area mein software becha."
---
College Gate – 2:20 PM
Bhau ke aadmi — do body shody vale bande — Rohan ko dhamka rahe the.
Chiku : "Abe humare area ka rule todta hai? Permission liya tha tu?"
Rohan: "Sir college project tha. Profit ka nahi tha usmey kuch ."
Ek thappad padta hai uske gaal pe.
Ayaan gate ke andar se dekh raha tha. Uska phone vibrate karta hai.
Secure Ping: “dekho No action. Najar rakho Sirf kya hota hey .”
Wo ruk gaya. Ankhe choti kar ke dekh raha tha, un gundo ka face yaad rakh raha tha . Ek photo leli unki aram se..
---
Rajan Mansion – Night – 9:45 PM
Dining table pe sirf Vikram aur Kabir the.
Kabir: "Bhau ka interfere badh raha hai. Apne area se nikal ke colleges tak aa gaya hai."
Vikram: "Mumbai mein rule karna ho toh Bhau jaise kutto ko ya toh paalna padta hai... ya kaatna padta hai."
Ayaan: "Kabhi kabhi kutta sirf bhaukta hai. Kaatna sirf uska sapna hota hai."
Kabir: "Tu kuch zyada hi soch raha hai. Sab thik toh hai?"
Ayaan: "Main bas dekh raha hoon."
---
Adhi rat Ko – Mumbai Suburb – Abandoned Parking Lot
Ayaan black hoodie mein ek shadow ki tarah khada tha.
Ek chhoti device uske haath mein thi — laser audio scanner. Do Bhau ke log car mein baith ke baat kar rahe the.
Goon 1: "Shipment kal raat Reay Road se jayega."
Goon 2: "Aur Chiku ne Rajan college wale ko foda tha . Bhau khush tha us bat par ."
Ayaan: "Toh yeh sirf personal nahi... political bhi ho gaya hai."
Ayaan ne scanner band kiya. GPS ping bheja. Surveillance report upload.
Reply aaya:
“Marked. distance rakhna . Writ Council ko bhej diya hey .”
---
Next Morning – College Corridor – 9:00 AM
Shruti ne Ayaan ko corner mein roka.
Shruti: "Tum kuch chhupa rahe ho. Aur main pakad loongi."
Ayaan: "Jo cheez chhupi ho, usse dhoondhne ka matlab sirf curiosity nahi hota... kabhi kabhi khatra bhi hota hai."
Shruti ruki. Kuch bol nahi paayi.
Ayaan ne ek second ke liye uski aankhon mein dekha, phir side se chalkar nikal gaya — ek naam ki tarah... ek raaz ki tarah.
– Unknown Room – Red Light Scanner
Ek man in shadows ne UV light mein ek black flame lotus tattoo ko scan kiya.
Voice : “The Revenant is awake.”....
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Update 3 – The Weight of Silence
Main College Student hoon. Par har raat ek aur duniya mein zinda hoon.
Naam Ayaan Rajan.
Log samajhte hain main sirf ek industrialist ka ladka hoon.
Galat soch rahe hain ohh log jo Sirf bacha samj rahe hey muje .
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Raat – 2:17 AM – Rajan Estate Basement
Ek chhoti si light jal rahi thi.
Samne laptop open tha. Do security video chal rahe the.
Ek mein Bhau ke aadmi ek chhoti warehouse mein Hatiyar bech rahe the. Doosre mein, local police unse haath mila rahi thi.
Main chup tha.
Mere peeche ek awaaz aayi —
“Trial 02 clear. Observation complete. Vestige ko alert bhej diya gaya hai.”
Wo awaaz kisi aur ki nahi, Ghostblade ki thi — mera banda. Kabir Naidu.
Silent killer. Ex-BSF. Banda 4 minute mein aadmi hawa bana deta hai.
Main: “Kabir, iss shipment mein kuch toh off lag raha hai. Bhau itna openly arms deal nahi karta. Koi aur bhi hai scene mein.”
Kabir : “Ho sakta hai... Jade Bastion ka ek code dekha gaya tha . Shayad collaboration chal raha hai.”
Main bas haan mein sir hila ke CCTV ka angle zoom karne laga.
Andar ek banda tha, hoodie mein. Chehra nahi dikha. Par meri gut bol rahi thi…
“Yeh normal nahi hai.”
---
9:45 AM – Mumbai Business College
Main apni black hoodie aur jeans mein campus mein aaya.
Bike side mein park ki, aur sidha Dev ke table pe.
Dev – same old. Chill, mastikhor, par loyal
Usne bola: “Abe sun, Shruti pooch rahi thi tu raat ko hostel mein nahi tha.”
Main: “Usse bolna — main neend mein chalta hoon.”
Woh hansa, par uski aankhon mein ek doubt tha ki kaha gaya tha.
Shruti baad mein aayi.
Uski aankhon mein vohi cheez thi jo mujhe khatarnak lagti hai — shak aur samajh dono.
Shruti: “Tum zyada bolte nahi ho. Lekin sab kuch jaante ho.”
Main : “Zyada jaankari... zyada mushkil badalti hey shruti .”
---
Shaam 6:15 PM – South Mumbai – Cafe ke bahar
Bhau ka aadmi — Chiku — ek banda ko dhamka raha tha.
Woh banda sirf ek coder tha. Usne Bhau ke digital payment system ke bypass codes develop kiye the... bina pooche.
Chiku: “Tere jaise keyboard warrior ko kaise samjhaun? Haan?”
Main woh scene door se dekh raha tha.
Vestige ke rules simple hain — bina karan khun kharaba nahi chahiye. Dekho khali
Kabir (Ghostblade) ne mujhe call kiya:
“Agar Chiku zyada kuch kare toh mujhe bol. Main handle kar lunga. Tu clean reh.”
Main: “Chiku ki hadd cross hui toh tera number Pehele lagega bhai . Abhi bas record kar.”
---
Raat – 12:33 AM – Dadar Flyover ke neeche
Rook — yaani Zoya Khan — Cyber Queen. Uske bag mein full surveillance setup hota hai.
Zoya: “Bhau kuch aur plan kar raha hai. Mera drone camera ne ek truck trace kiya hai — full of military-grade Hatiyar .”
Main: “Tracking chip daali?”
Zoya: “Already done. But sun, yeh truck kis factory se nikla pata hai?”
Main: “Kiski?”
Zoya : “Rajan Group ki subsidiary se.”
Mera dimaag freeze ho gaya.
Apne ghar ke andar se leak?
Koi toh double game khel raha hai.
Main chup raha. Bas ek line boli:
“Ye silence ek din laash ban jaayegi.”
---
Next Day – College Campus – Library mein Shruti ke saath
Woh mujhe ghur rahi thi.
Shruti: “Tum kabhi emotionally react nahi karte. Tumhare jaise log dangerous hote hain.”
Main : “Main react nahi karta, Shruti... main direct var karta hoon.”
Usne aankh nahi churaayi.
Main bhi nahi.
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Final Scene – 3:00 AM – Warehouse ke andar, Ayaan akela tha
Main akela gaya — bina backup.
Target: Us truck ke delivery logs trace karna.
Andar ek file mili.
Uspe code tha — VX-893 – Vestige Tag
Matlab… yeh truck authorized tha. Par kisi aur ke naam pe.
Tabhi ek bullet mere kaan ke paas se nikli.
Main jhuka.
Do shadows piche aaye. Silencers ke saath.
Mujhe samajh aa gaya —
Mujhe khatam karne aaye hain. Par mujhe pehchaan liya toh nahi...
Main ek chhoti switch nikali — smoke bomb drop kiya.
Chhup ke nikla.
Mission cancel . Par ek baat confirm thi — mere andar ke circle mey kisi ne game chalu kar diya tha.
Main: “Theek hai… ab main bhi apne rule todta hoon. Lekin sirf ek baar.”
---
To be continued...
Main College Student hoon. Par har raat ek aur duniya mein zinda hoon.
Naam Ayaan Rajan.
Log samajhte hain main sirf ek industrialist ka ladka hoon.
Galat soch rahe hain ohh log jo Sirf bacha samj rahe hey muje .
---
Raat – 2:17 AM – Rajan Estate Basement
Ek chhoti si light jal rahi thi.
Samne laptop open tha. Do security video chal rahe the.
Ek mein Bhau ke aadmi ek chhoti warehouse mein Hatiyar bech rahe the. Doosre mein, local police unse haath mila rahi thi.
Main chup tha.
Mere peeche ek awaaz aayi —
“Trial 02 clear. Observation complete. Vestige ko alert bhej diya gaya hai.”
Wo awaaz kisi aur ki nahi, Ghostblade ki thi — mera banda. Kabir Naidu.
Silent killer. Ex-BSF. Banda 4 minute mein aadmi hawa bana deta hai.
Main: “Kabir, iss shipment mein kuch toh off lag raha hai. Bhau itna openly arms deal nahi karta. Koi aur bhi hai scene mein.”
Kabir : “Ho sakta hai... Jade Bastion ka ek code dekha gaya tha . Shayad collaboration chal raha hai.”
Main bas haan mein sir hila ke CCTV ka angle zoom karne laga.
Andar ek banda tha, hoodie mein. Chehra nahi dikha. Par meri gut bol rahi thi…
“Yeh normal nahi hai.”
---
9:45 AM – Mumbai Business College
Main apni black hoodie aur jeans mein campus mein aaya.
Bike side mein park ki, aur sidha Dev ke table pe.
Dev – same old. Chill, mastikhor, par loyal
Usne bola: “Abe sun, Shruti pooch rahi thi tu raat ko hostel mein nahi tha.”
Main: “Usse bolna — main neend mein chalta hoon.”
Woh hansa, par uski aankhon mein ek doubt tha ki kaha gaya tha.
Shruti baad mein aayi.
Uski aankhon mein vohi cheez thi jo mujhe khatarnak lagti hai — shak aur samajh dono.
Shruti: “Tum zyada bolte nahi ho. Lekin sab kuch jaante ho.”
Main : “Zyada jaankari... zyada mushkil badalti hey shruti .”
---
Shaam 6:15 PM – South Mumbai – Cafe ke bahar
Bhau ka aadmi — Chiku — ek banda ko dhamka raha tha.
Woh banda sirf ek coder tha. Usne Bhau ke digital payment system ke bypass codes develop kiye the... bina pooche.
Chiku: “Tere jaise keyboard warrior ko kaise samjhaun? Haan?”
Main woh scene door se dekh raha tha.
Vestige ke rules simple hain — bina karan khun kharaba nahi chahiye. Dekho khali
Kabir (Ghostblade) ne mujhe call kiya:
“Agar Chiku zyada kuch kare toh mujhe bol. Main handle kar lunga. Tu clean reh.”
Main: “Chiku ki hadd cross hui toh tera number Pehele lagega bhai . Abhi bas record kar.”
---
Raat – 12:33 AM – Dadar Flyover ke neeche
Rook — yaani Zoya Khan — Cyber Queen. Uske bag mein full surveillance setup hota hai.
Zoya: “Bhau kuch aur plan kar raha hai. Mera drone camera ne ek truck trace kiya hai — full of military-grade Hatiyar .”
Main: “Tracking chip daali?”
Zoya: “Already done. But sun, yeh truck kis factory se nikla pata hai?”
Main: “Kiski?”
Zoya : “Rajan Group ki subsidiary se.”
Mera dimaag freeze ho gaya.
Apne ghar ke andar se leak?
Koi toh double game khel raha hai.
Main chup raha. Bas ek line boli:
“Ye silence ek din laash ban jaayegi.”
---
Next Day – College Campus – Library mein Shruti ke saath
Woh mujhe ghur rahi thi.
Shruti: “Tum kabhi emotionally react nahi karte. Tumhare jaise log dangerous hote hain.”
Main : “Main react nahi karta, Shruti... main direct var karta hoon.”
Usne aankh nahi churaayi.
Main bhi nahi.
---
Final Scene – 3:00 AM – Warehouse ke andar, Ayaan akela tha
Main akela gaya — bina backup.
Target: Us truck ke delivery logs trace karna.
Andar ek file mili.
Uspe code tha — VX-893 – Vestige Tag
Matlab… yeh truck authorized tha. Par kisi aur ke naam pe.
Tabhi ek bullet mere kaan ke paas se nikli.
Main jhuka.
Do shadows piche aaye. Silencers ke saath.
Mujhe samajh aa gaya —
Mujhe khatam karne aaye hain. Par mujhe pehchaan liya toh nahi...
Main ek chhoti switch nikali — smoke bomb drop kiya.
Chhup ke nikla.
Mission cancel . Par ek baat confirm thi — mere andar ke circle mey kisi ne game chalu kar diya tha.
Main: “Theek hai… ab main bhi apne rule todta hoon. Lekin sirf ek baar.”
---
To be continued...
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