Chapter 1: The Virasat
Dhamaaka!
Ek ke baad ek dhamakon ne Suryanagar ke bazaar ko hila diya, Rajputana Rajya ki rajdhani ke dil mein dehshat ka mahul tha. Logon ki cheekhein hawa mein goonj rahi thi, har koi dar ke maare chuhe ki tarah bhaag raha tha. Spiritual Academy ke students apni jaan bachane ke liye bagh rahe the, rehdi-patri wale apne thele chhodkar bhaag gaye, aur wo sadharan log jo is bade raste par roz aate-jaate the, ab ek dusre ko kuchalte hue bhag rahe the.
Yeh Suryanagar tha, aur yeh uska sabse bada rasta, lekin aaj yahan ek khatarnak jung chhid chuki thi.
Jab dhool baithi aur bheed chhati, toh paanch Spiritual King stage ke cultivators ek khooni ladai mein ulajh gaye. Char ne milke paanchve ko gher liya, unki aankhein maut ki bhookh se chamak rahi thi. Khoon ke chhinte hawa mein ud rahe the, haddiyan tootne ki awaaz goonj rahi thi, aur spiritual urja talwaar ki tarah har taraf apni dehshat fehla rahi thi. Ek attacker ne apne dushman ke pet mein ek tez dhaar wala khanjar ghusa diya, jisse uska khoon zameen par fountain ki tarah behne laga.
Yeh akela yodha koi aur nahi, Arjun Rathore tha, Rajputana Rajya ka ek zabardast senapati. 130 saal ki umar mein, woh level 51 par tha, Spiritual King stage ka ek bahadur aadmi jiska future suraj ki tarah ujwal tha. Uska chehra jawaan tha, sharir ek yoddha ka, aur uski har harkat mein ek sexy swag tha jo uski female followers ko uska diwana bana deta tha.
Lekin aaj, char barabar ke haramzadon se ladte hue, uski haalat kharab ho rahi thi. Uska armor tukde-tukde ho chuka tha, chehra khoon se latpath, aur ek gehra zakhm uski chaati par chhati ke kareeb dikh raha tha, jahan se khoon rukne ka naam nahi le raha tha.
“Arjun, tu chutiya hai kya?” ek hamalawar ne tana mara, uski awaaz mein nafrat saaf jhalak rahi thi. “Tune seriously socha ki tere jaisa naya raja ek mid-level spiritual kshetra le sakta hai? Teri neech family iss kshetra ka raja banne ke kabil hi nahi hai, saale!”
Kuch waqt pehle, Rajya ne ek aise ilaake ka batwara kiya tha jo spiritual urja se bhara hua tha—yahan ke hisab se toh yeh sona tha. Purana hakim parivar Rajya chhodkar bhaag gaya tha, aur har shahi parivar is mauke ke liye lalchaya hua tha. Arjun ne apne khoon-pasine se yeh kshetra jeeta tha, aur uska sapna tha ki is zameen se uska khandaan ek bada naam banaye. Lekin itni badi cheez ek chhoti si shahi family ke paas? Yeh kaise kisi bade shahi parivaar ko gawara hoga.
Dusra hamalawar, ek gandi muskurahat ke saath, bola, “Khush ho ja, harami. Jab hum tujhe kaat daalenge, toh tere launde ko chhod denge. Aur usse teri ‘virasat’ ke naam par Kaalivan ka woh sookha kachra de denge!”
Kaalivan ek banjar ilaaka tha—jahan ki spiritually ekdum bekar thi.
“Tum saale kutte!” Arjun ne gusse se dhaadte hue kaha, khoon thookte hue. Usne apni talwaar ek attacker ke haath par maari, jisse uski kalai katkar alag ho gayi aur khoon ka fawwara chhoot pada.
“Tumhe lagta hai main aise hi mar jaunga bina tum mein se kisi ko jahannum le jaye?”
Ek jungli daahaad ke saath, Arjun ne apni saari spiritual urja ko ek kaale maut ke gole mein samet liya. Uski Spiritual King ki jeevan shakti—jo use 1,600 saal ki zindagi de sakti thi—chand second mein khatam ho gayi. Uska jawaan, handsome chehra ekdum murjha gaya, ek buddhe mai badal gaya, baal safed ho gaye, aur sharir ek pal mein qabar ke kareeb pahunch gaya.
“Bhenchod! Yeh pagal apni jaan dekar humein khatam karna chahta hai! Bhaago saalon!” ek hamalawar chilla utha, lekin uski awaaz dhamake ke shor mein dab gayi.
BOOM!
Ek vishal dhamaka hua, jisse 20 meter ke daayre mein sab kuch tabah ho gaya. Zameen phat gayi, charon taraf mitti, patther aur deewaron ke tukde ud kar bikharne lage, aur dhamake ke beech se teen hamalawar ladkhadate hue bahar nikal aaye, lekin unke sharir khoon se latpath tha, ek ka haath katkar gayab ho chuka tha, dusre ke pet se khoon beh raha tha. Chautha adhmara hokar door ud kar gira pada tha, uski saansein ekdum band hone ke kagaar par thi, uska chehra jal chuka tha. Laashein, khoon, aur toote hue samaan har taraf bikhar huye the, aur ek bada patthar ek chhote se ladke ki taraf tezi se jaa raha tha.
“Aree, yeh kya!” 9 saal ka Aryan Rathore chilla utha, uske bhure baal hawa mein ud rahe the, peeth par hara school bag latka hua tha, aur chehra abhi bhi bachpane se bhara tha. Woh Spiritual Academy ke samne apne baap se milne aaya tha, apne school ke aakhiri din ke baad, jab woh apni cultivation ki duniya mein pehla kadam rakhne wala tha. Uski aankhon mein apne baap ke liye pyar tha, aur thodi si naughty sharaarat, jo uski umar ke ladkon mein hoti hai.
Lekin woh bada sa patthar seeda usko akar lag gya . “AHH!” uski cheekh uske muh se nikalne se pehle hi dab gayi, uska chhota sa sharir zameen par gir gaya, khoon uske muh se behne laga, aur uski hari uniform khoon se laal ho gayi. Uska ek haath toot chuka tha, aur pet mein ek gehra zakhm tha jahan se khoon beh raha tha.
Aryan behosh ho gaya. Thodi der mein, haalaat shant hue, aur Rajya ke sipahi wahan pahunch gaye, tabahi ko sambhalne aur mare hue logon ko dekhne. Zameen par laashen bichhi thi, khoon ke dhabbe har taraf fehle hue the, aur dhool abhi bhi hawa mein ud rahi thi.
“Arre, yeh toh Senapati Rathore ka launda hai, na?” ek sipahi ne dheere se kaha, Aryan ke khoon se sane sharir ko dekhkar.
“Haan, aur iski haalat toh ekdum kharab hai, bhenchod. Ise jaldi haveli le chalo. Devraj bhai, woh jo mukhya sewak hai, spiritual chikitsa mein ustaad hai. Agar woh bhi isse nahi bacha paya, toh koi nahi bacha sakta. Chal, jaldi utha!” dusre sipahi ne kaha, joki ek budhe aadmi ke saath Aryan ke behosh sharir ko utha raha tha.
Jab Aryan ko haveli le jaya ja raha tha, ek bhari awaaz uske dimaag mein gungi. “Beta, teri haalat ekdum kharab hai, lekin is sab ke bawajood, tujhe ek aisa mauka mila hai jo koi bhi apne sapne mein bhi nahi dekh sakta.”
Aryan ne darr ke maare kaha, “Kaun hai be tu? Kahan se bol raha hai?”
“Darr mat, tu maut ke darwaze par hai, lekin yahi toh mazedaar baat hai. Mera naam Shivendra Pratap hai, aur main tere dimaag ke andar hoon.”
Aryan ko vishwas nahi hua. “Shiv… Shivendra Pratap? Woh jo hamari duniya ka pehla Devta tha?”
“Haan, wahi hoon, lekin pehla Devta nahi, bas pehla banda jo us level tak gaya,” Shivendra ne jawab diya, thodi si hasi ke saath.
Aryan ne pucha, “Tere kehne ka matlab? Tu mere dimaag mein kaise ghusa?”
Shivendra ne samjhaya, “Haan, tu meri virasat pa raha hai, isliye meri aatma ka yeh tukda tere dimaag se seedha baat kar sakta hai. Yeh isliye ho raha hai kyunki tune meri virasat ke liye jo shartein chahiye, wo puri kar di. Lekin apne aap ko Shahenshah mat samajh.
Yeh bas isliye hua kyunki tu yahan tha, aur yeh tera maut ke kareeb wala scene ne tere Sharirik Dhancha badal diya. Aur kuch wajahon se, main koi perfect waris ka wait nahi kar sakta tha, toh main tere paas aaya.”
Aryan ne poocha, “Mera Sharirik Dhancha badal gaya? Yeh kya bakwas hai?”
“Haan, sun. Sharirik Dhanche paanch type ke hote hain: Sadharan, Yoddha, Raja, Sant, aur Divya. Pehle tera dhancha Raja-grade ka tha, lekin is haadse ke baad, yeh ek mutant Sadharan-grade ka ho gaya hai, jo lagataar badhkar Divya-grade tak ja sakta hai. Yeh shayad isliye hua kyunki tera Dhancha pehle se hi thoda alag tha, aur is patthar ke lagne se tere sharir mein ek anomaly ban gayi, jisse yeh rare cheez hui.”
“Agar mai iss jagah ki baat karoon toh, yeh ilaaka mere zamane mein spiritual urja ka khazana tha. Isliye maine apna Antriksh Rajya yahan paas hi banaya tha. Lekin mujhe kya pata tha ki kuch million saal mein yeh jagah itni sookhi ho jayegi… Mere waqt mein yeh Spiritual Sages paida kar sakta tha, lekin ab? Yahan Spiritual Emperors bhi nahi ban sakte.”
Shivendra ne bolna jaati rakha, “Beta, meri virasat tujhe itni taakat degi ki tera talent Swarna talent se bhi upar hoga. Lekin ek wada karna padega, aur yeh koi mazak nahi hai.”
Is duniya mein talent ko paanch shreniyon mein baanta jaata hai: Safed, Neela, Kala, Chandi, aur Swarna. Talent matlab samajh, jo cultivation ke stages ke aage badhne ki do zaroori cheezon mein se ek hai. Dusra hai spiritual urja ka jama hona. Swarna talent wale bande ko pehli rukawat Spiritual Devta level par aati hai, aur us level tak pahunchne ka chance 50% se zyada hota hai.
“Wada? Kaisa wada, bol na?” Aryan ne utsaukta se poocha.
Shivendra ne gahri awaaz mein kaha, “Jab main zinda tha, mujhe ek khaas bhavishyavani ki taakat thi. Iske karan, maine ek sapna dekha, jisme is duniya ko ek bahari khatre ka saamna karna padta hai, jo bahut door future mein aayega.”
“Bahut kam log yeh jaante hain, lekin sach yeh hai ki hum is universe mein akele nahi hain. Hum khushkismat hain ki unhone ab tak humein nahi dhunda. Darr mat, unki cultivation bhi hamari tarah level 100 tak hi hai. Lekin wo humse kahi zyada hain. Jaise, humein teen ya char Devta ek saath hona bhi bhut badi baat lagti hai, lekin unke paas ek hi waqt mein 10 ya 15 Devta hote hain.”
“Is sapne ke baad, maine apni virasat ikatha karni shuru ki, kyunki mere waqt mein main yeh problem solve nahi kar saka. Wajah thi spiritual urja ki kami. Tu galat mat samajh, problem yeh hai ki yeh urja duniya mein itni faili hui hai ki hum iska 30% bhi nahi le sakte. Yeh ek biological limit hai. Lekin, kuch spiritual paudhe aur dawaiyan is urja ko kheench sakti hain, aur isi ke zariye hum level 100 tak jaate hain.”
“Jab koi level 100 par pahunchta hai, toh woh space ko do guna kar sakta hai aur Antriksh Rajya bana sakta hai. Yeh rajya aasman aur dharti ki urja ko kheenchkar apne andar ek cultivation ka swarg bana deta hai.”
“Is jagah ko taiyaar karne ke liye, maine apne jeevan ke aakhiri 1,000 saal laga diye, paanch baar space ko doguna kiya, aur ek aisa rajya banaya jo kai million saalon baad itni urja jama kar sake ki koi soch bhi na sake.”
“Ab sun, kuch dashakon pehle, yeh rajya pura taiyaar ho gaya tha. Yahi meri asli virasat hai. Tujhe is space ka istemal karke is duniya ke cultivation ka level badhana hoga. Kaise? Yeh tujhe meri virasat ki jankari ke baad khud samajh aa jayega.”
“Yehi sab hai jo hai, beta. Mujhe disappoint mat karna, warna yeh saari duniya gulami mein jakad jayegi. Abh sun meri akhri baat, teri yeh haalat aur meri virasat ke karan, tu shayad kuch saalon tak behosh rahega.”
Sari baat sunne ke baad Aryan ne dil se kaha, “Main apni puri jaan laga dunga ki yeh mauka jo muje mila hai woh barbaad na ho.”
Aryan ki baat sun kar, Shivendra ne alvida kaha, “Chal, good luck, launde. Tu jeet jaye, yahi dua hai.”
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Jahan Aryan ke dimaag mai yeh sab chal raha tha toh wahin uske dimaag ke bahar woh ek kamre mai leta huya tha aur Devraj uska ilaaj karne mai viyast tha. Uska chehra abhi bhi khoon aur paseene se sana hua tha, aur uski chhoti si body ek laash jaisi padi thi. Lekin uske hosh mein aane ka koi chance nahi dikh raha tha.
Aur is tarah, chhe saal ek jhatke mein guzar gaye.
To be continued……..
dhnyavaad