Adultery Psycho jadugar

[A Silent devil]

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PSYCHO JADUGAR
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[SYSTEM ARCHIVE]

File Status:

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Archive Progress:

Record #001 → #009

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[ ARCHIVED RECORDS ]

◈ Record #001

File: "Project Eternis"


Status: [CLASSIFIED]


◈ Record #002

File: "The Last Night"


Status: [UNLOCKED]


◈ Record #003

File: "First Awakening"


Status: [CRITICAL]


◈ Record #004

File: "The Last Ordinary Evening "


Status: [UNLOCKED]


◈ Record #005

File: "The Day Everything Changed"


Status: [CRITICAL]


◈ Record #006

File: "A Desperate Fight"

Status: [CRITICAL]

◈ Record #007

File: "The Inner Nexus"

Status: [RESTRICTED]

◈ Record #008

File: "The First Directive"

Status: [CLASSIFIED]
◈ Record #009

File: "The First Mission"

Status: [MISSION INITIATED]


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Latest Archived Record:

#009

"The First Mission"

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[aslm addict]

Bro next update kb derhe ho

 

[Rimon1992]

Update de do please

 

[Rimon1992]

Next update please

 

[Rimon1992]

Update dal do please

 

[A Silent devil]

Record #009

File Name: "The First Mission"

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Purane panel ki jagah...

Ek naya interface khul gaya.

Ayan ne panel ko kuch der tak dekha.

Phir bhawein sikod kar bola,

"...Bas?"

"...Mujhe toh laga pehla mission hoga..."

"...Kisi monster ka sar kaatna."

"...Ya boss fight."

"...Tumne toh seedha mera hi sar dushman bana diya.”

Do second baad...

Panel par jawab ubhra.

Ayan ne halki si seeti bajai.

"...Wah."

"...Matlab pehli hi mission mein torture."

Koi jawab nahi.

Usne phir muskurakar kaha,

"...Ek baat bata."

"...Teen minute ke baad..."

"...Main us andhere ke qareeb ja sakunga?"

Ping...

"...Samajh gaya."

"...Yani abhi bhi poora access nahi milega."

"...Bas thodi promotion."

Khamoshi.

Ayan ne gehri saans li.

"...Theek hai."

Turant panel badal gaya.

Ayan muskuraya.

"...Drama bhi karte ho."

Usne haath badhaya.

Aur...

YES ko chhoo diya.

Ping.

Pehle ek pal...

Kuch bhi nahi hua.

Ayan ne idhar udhar dekha.

"...Bas?"

"...Itna hi-"

Uska jumla adhoora reh gaya.

"AAAAAAAHHHHH!!"

Jaise kisi ne uske dimagh ke andar laal tapta hua loha ghusa diya ho.

Ayan seedha ghutnon ke bal gir gaya.

Dono haath sar par jam gaye.

Uski saans tootne lagi.

Har dhadkan ke saath...

Sir ke andar dard aur gehra hota gaya.

"...AAAHH...!"

Uski cheekh Inner Nexus mein goonj uthi.

Neeche ki sheeshe jaisi satah...

Achanak darakne lagi.

CRAAACK...

Ek lambi daraar Ayan ke neeche se nikal kar door tak daud gayi.

Phir doosri.

Phir teesri.

Kuch hi lamhon mein...

Badi badi dararen poori satah par phail gayin.

Door khada safed mahal bhi laraz utha.

Uski bunyaad ke neeche dararen ubhrin...

Aur mahal kai hisson mein taqseem hota chala gaya.

Lekin Ayan...

Ab kuch dekh hi nahi raha tha.

Uski poori duniya...

Sirf ek cheez ban chuki thi.

Dard.

Har second...

Pehle se zyada.

Aur countdown...

Abhi shuru hi hua tha.

02:54…

---

Emergency Neuro-Cognitive Recovery Unit.

Monitor ki lagataar beep... beep... beep... kamre mein goonj rahi thi.

Ayan bilkul be-harkat pada tha.

Uske sar par lage neural interface modules halki neeli roshni chhod rahe the.

Usi waqt...

BEEEEEP!

Ek monitor par red warning chamki.

Dr. Mehek Ali foran screen ki taraf jhuki.

"Neural activity spike!"

Dr. Ahsan Mirza ne doosri screen dekhi.

"Impossible..."

"Cortical load itna achanak kaise badh gaya?"

Dr. Neelam Rahman bina ghabrahat ke seedha Ayan ke paas pahunchi.

"Report."

Usman Baig ki ungliyan console par tezi se chalne lagen.

"Brain signal amplitude... continuously increasing."

"System overload ke qareeb hai."

Richard Hayes ne monitor ki taraf dekhte hue dheemi awaaz mein kaha,

"He's not seizing..."

"Something else is happening."

Daniel Kim ne neural graph zoom ki.

Uski aankhen sikud gayin.

"...I've never seen a pattern like this."

Graph seedhi line nahi tha.

Aur na hi seizure jaisa.

Har spike...

Jaise kisi hidden rhythm ko follow kar raha tha.

Elena Volkova ne dheere se kaha,

"It doesn't match any known seizure.”

Kisi ke paas jawab nahi tha.

Achanak...

Ayan ki ungliyan zor se mur gayin.

Uska poora jism tan gaya.

Monitor phir cheekha.

BEEEEEP!

"Heart rate one-fifty!"

"Blood pressure rising!"

"Neural temperature increasing!"

Dr. Neelam ne foran hukm diya.

"Cooling protocol."

"Sedative ready."

"Kisi bhi surat neural bridge disconnect mat karna."

"Yes, Doctor!"

Kamre mein har shakhs apni position par lag gaya.

Injection prepare hua.

Cooling system activate hua.

Additional stabilizers online hue.

Lekin...

Numbers ruk nahi rahe the.

Usman ki awaaz pehli baar larzi.

"Doctor..."

"External intervention ka koi response nahi aa raha."

Richard ne dheere se kaha,

"...It's like his brain isn't responding to us anymore."

Khamoshi.

Sirf machines ki awaaz.

Aur monitors par nachte hue graphs.

Dr. Neelam ne Ayan ka chehra dekha.

Uski band aankhon ke kone se...

Khoon ki ek patli si lakeer nikal kar kaan ki taraf behne lagi.

Kamre ka mahaul ek pal mein aur bhaari ho gaya.


---

Inner Nexus

02:31

"Aaaahhh...!!"

Ayan ki cheekh phir goonji.

Uske ghutne ab bhi zameen par the.

Dono haath sar ko itni zor se pakde hue the...

Jaise khopdi toot kar alag ho jayegi.

Har saans toot rahi thi.

Har dhadkan...

Naye dard ke saath aa rahi thi.

Usne sar uthana chaha.

Nahi utha.

Poora jism kaanp raha tha.

"...B...bas..."

"...Bas karo..."

Lekin...

System ke liye uski awaaz ki koi ahmiyat nahi thi.

Ek chhota sa notification uske saamne ubhra.

Ayan ne dhundhli nazar se panel dekha.

Phir dard ki ek aur lehar uske dimagh se guzri.

"AAAAAAAHHH!!"

Uski cheekh ke saath...

Sheeshe jaisi satah mein ek aur badi daraar phail gayi.

Lekin countdown...

Bina ruke...

Apni raftaar se chalta raha.

—

Waqt dheere dheere guzarta raha.

Har guzarta second…

Pichle second se zyada takleef de raha tha.

Har soch…

Har yaad…

Har ehsaas…

Dard mein badalta ja raha tha.

—

00:18...

Ayan ki cheekhen ab dheemi pad chuki thin.

Cheekhne ki taqat bhi khatam ho rahi thi.

Uski saansein toot rahi thin.

Poora jism laraz raha tha.

Har second...

Bas ek naya dard lekar aa raha tha.


---

00:09...

Uski aankhen aadhi band ho chuki thin.

Haath dheere dheere sar se phisalne lage.

Woh bas ghutnon ke bal jhuka hua tha.

"...Khatam..."

"...Ho ja..."

Uske honton se mushkil se awaaz nikli.


---

00:03...

...

00:02...

...

00:01...

...

00:00

PING.

Ek hi pal mein...

Dard...

Ghayab ho gaya.

Ayan ka jism dheela pad gaya.

Woh seedha toot kar zameen par gir gaya.

Behosh.

Bilkul be-harkat.


---

The Ascension Foundation

Usi waqt...

Emergency room ke monitors par numbers dheere dheere normal hone lage.

Dr. Mehek

"...Neural load is falling."

Dr. Neelam ne screen dekhi aur gehri saans li.

"...He's stabilizing."

Kamre mein pehli baar kisi ke chehre par halki si umeed nazar aayi.

---

Inner Nexus mein...

Ayan ko kuch pata nahi tha.

System ki awaaz khamoshi mein goonji.

Koi jawab nahi aaya.

Host...

Behosh tha.

Kuch lamhon baad...

Door phaile hue siyah hisse mein halki si tabdeeli aani shuru hui.

Andhera...

Dheere dheere peeche hatne laga.

Pehle sirf ek patli si jagah saaf hui.

Phir...

Thodi aur.

Aur usi jagah...

Ek shakhs nazar aaya.

Ek ladka.

Lagbhag Ayan ki hi umar ka.

Uska jism halka sa kaanp raha tha.

Dono baazu apne seene ke qareeb simte hue the.

Jaise woh kaafi der se dara hua khada ho.

Uska sar jhuka hua tha.

Lekin uski nazar...
Behosh pade Ayan par tiki hui thi.

Uski aankhon mein ajeeb si ghabrahat thi.

Jaise Ayan ki har cheekh...

Har dard...

Usne khamoshi se suni ho.


Uske peeche…

Kisi pahad ya deewar mein nahi…

Balki khaali fiza mein khada…

Ek bohot bada laal darwaza.

Us par ajeeb nishaan.

Uski dararon se laal roshni bahar nikal rahi thi.

Us ke samne…

Khamoshi.

Sirf do be-harkat saaye...

Ek roshni mein.

Ek andhere se bahar nikalta hua.

 

[aslm addict]

Nice update bro
Jld

Record #009

File Name: "The First Mission"

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Purane panel ki jagah...

Ek naya interface khul gaya.

Ayan ne panel ko kuch der tak dekha.

Phir bhawein sikod kar bola,

"...Bas?"

"...Mujhe toh laga pehla mission hoga..."

"...Kisi monster ka sar kaatna."

"...Ya boss fight."

"...Tumne toh seedha mera hi sar dushman bana diya.”

Do second baad...

Panel par jawab ubhra.

Ayan ne halki si seeti bajai.

"...Wah."

"...Matlab pehli hi mission mein torture."

Koi jawab nahi.

Usne phir muskurakar kaha,

"...Ek baat bata."

"...Teen minute ke baad..."

"...Main us andhere ke qareeb ja sakunga?"

Ping...

"...Samajh gaya."

"...Yani abhi bhi poora access nahi milega."

"...Bas thodi promotion."

Khamoshi.

Ayan ne gehri saans li.

"...Theek hai."

Turant panel badal gaya.

Ayan muskuraya.

"...Drama bhi karte ho."

Usne haath badhaya.

Aur...

YES ko chhoo diya.

Ping.

Pehle ek pal...

Kuch bhi nahi hua.

Ayan ne idhar udhar dekha.

"...Bas?"

"...Itna hi-"

Uska jumla adhoora reh gaya.

"AAAAAAAHHHHH!!"

Jaise kisi ne uske dimagh ke andar laal tapta hua loha ghusa diya ho.

Ayan seedha ghutnon ke bal gir gaya.

Dono haath sar par jam gaye.

Uski saans tootne lagi.

Har dhadkan ke saath...

Sir ke andar dard aur gehra hota gaya.

"...AAAHH...!"

Uski cheekh Inner Nexus mein goonj uthi.

Neeche ki sheeshe jaisi satah...

Achanak darakne lagi.

CRAAACK...

Ek lambi daraar Ayan ke neeche se nikal kar door tak daud gayi.

Phir doosri.

Phir teesri.

Kuch hi lamhon mein...

Badi badi dararen poori satah par phail gayin.

Door khada safed mahal bhi laraz utha.

Uski bunyaad ke neeche dararen ubhrin...

Aur mahal kai hisson mein taqseem hota chala gaya.

Lekin Ayan...

Ab kuch dekh hi nahi raha tha.

Uski poori duniya...

Sirf ek cheez ban chuki thi.

Dard.

Har second...

Pehle se zyada.

Aur countdown...

Abhi shuru hi hua tha.

02:54…

---

Emergency Neuro-Cognitive Recovery Unit.

Monitor ki lagataar beep... beep... beep... kamre mein goonj rahi thi.

Ayan bilkul be-harkat pada tha.

Uske sar par lage neural interface modules halki neeli roshni chhod rahe the.

Usi waqt...

BEEEEEP!

Ek monitor par red warning chamki.

Dr. Mehek Ali foran screen ki taraf jhuki.

"Neural activity spike!"

Dr. Ahsan Mirza ne doosri screen dekhi.

"Impossible..."

"Cortical load itna achanak kaise badh gaya?"

Dr. Neelam Rahman bina ghabrahat ke seedha Ayan ke paas pahunchi.

"Report."

Usman Baig ki ungliyan console par tezi se chalne lagen.

"Brain signal amplitude... continuously increasing."

"System overload ke qareeb hai."

Richard Hayes ne monitor ki taraf dekhte hue dheemi awaaz mein kaha,

"He's not seizing..."

"Something else is happening."

Daniel Kim ne neural graph zoom ki.

Uski aankhen sikud gayin.

"...I've never seen a pattern like this."

Graph seedhi line nahi tha.

Aur na hi seizure jaisa.

Har spike...

Jaise kisi hidden rhythm ko follow kar raha tha.

Elena Volkova ne dheere se kaha,

"It doesn't match any known seizure.”

Kisi ke paas jawab nahi tha.

Achanak...

Ayan ki ungliyan zor se mur gayin.

Uska poora jism tan gaya.

Monitor phir cheekha.

BEEEEEP!

"Heart rate one-fifty!"

"Blood pressure rising!"

"Neural temperature increasing!"

Dr. Neelam ne foran hukm diya.

"Cooling protocol."

"Sedative ready."

"Kisi bhi surat neural bridge disconnect mat karna."

"Yes, Doctor!"

Kamre mein har shakhs apni position par lag gaya.

Injection prepare hua.

Cooling system activate hua.

Additional stabilizers online hue.

Lekin...

Numbers ruk nahi rahe the.

Usman ki awaaz pehli baar larzi.

"Doctor..."

"External intervention ka koi response nahi aa raha."

Richard ne dheere se kaha,

"...It's like his brain isn't responding to us anymore."

Khamoshi.

Sirf machines ki awaaz.

Aur monitors par nachte hue graphs.

Dr. Neelam ne Ayan ka chehra dekha.

Uski band aankhon ke kone se...

Khoon ki ek patli si lakeer nikal kar kaan ki taraf behne lagi.

Kamre ka mahaul ek pal mein aur bhaari ho gaya.


---

Inner Nexus

02:31

"Aaaahhh...!!"

Ayan ki cheekh phir goonji.

Uske ghutne ab bhi zameen par the.

Dono haath sar ko itni zor se pakde hue the...

Jaise khopdi toot kar alag ho jayegi.

Har saans toot rahi thi.

Har dhadkan...

Naye dard ke saath aa rahi thi.

Usne sar uthana chaha.

Nahi utha.

Poora jism kaanp raha tha.

"...B...bas..."

"...Bas karo..."

Lekin...

System ke liye uski awaaz ki koi ahmiyat nahi thi.

Ek chhota sa notification uske saamne ubhra.

Ayan ne dhundhli nazar se panel dekha.

Phir dard ki ek aur lehar uske dimagh se guzri.

"AAAAAAAHHH!!"

Uski cheekh ke saath...

Sheeshe jaisi satah mein ek aur badi daraar phail gayi.

Lekin countdown...

Bina ruke...

Apni raftaar se chalta raha.

—

Waqt dheere dheere guzarta raha.

Har guzarta second…

Pichle second se zyada takleef de raha tha.

Har soch…

Har yaad…

Har ehsaas…

Dard mein badalta ja raha tha.

—

00:18...

Ayan ki cheekhen ab dheemi pad chuki thin.

Cheekhne ki taqat bhi khatam ho rahi thi.

Uski saansein toot rahi thin.

Poora jism laraz raha tha.

Har second...

Bas ek naya dard lekar aa raha tha.


---

00:09...

Uski aankhen aadhi band ho chuki thin.

Haath dheere dheere sar se phisalne lage.

Woh bas ghutnon ke bal jhuka hua tha.

"...Khatam..."

"...Ho ja..."

Uske honton se mushkil se awaaz nikli.


---

00:03...

...

00:02...

...

00:01...

...

00:00

PING.

Ek hi pal mein...

Dard...

Ghayab ho gaya.

Ayan ka jism dheela pad gaya.

Woh seedha toot kar zameen par gir gaya.

Behosh.

Bilkul be-harkat.


---

The Ascension Foundation

Usi waqt...

Emergency room ke monitors par numbers dheere dheere normal hone lage.

Dr. Mehek

"...Neural load is falling."

Dr. Neelam ne screen dekhi aur gehri saans li.

"...He's stabilizing."

Kamre mein pehli baar kisi ke chehre par halki si umeed nazar aayi.

---

Inner Nexus mein...

Ayan ko kuch pata nahi tha.

System ki awaaz khamoshi mein goonji.

Koi jawab nahi aaya.

Host...

Behosh tha.

Kuch lamhon baad...

Door phaile hue siyah hisse mein halki si tabdeeli aani shuru hui.

Andhera...

Dheere dheere peeche hatne laga.

Pehle sirf ek patli si jagah saaf hui.

Phir...

Thodi aur.

Aur usi jagah...

Ek shakhs nazar aaya.

Ek ladka.

Lagbhag Ayan ki hi umar ka.

Uska jism halka sa kaanp raha tha.

Dono baazu apne seene ke qareeb simte hue the.

Jaise woh kaafi der se dara hua khada ho.

Uska sar jhuka hua tha.

Lekin uski nazar...
Behosh pade Ayan par tiki hui thi.

Uski aankhon mein ajeeb si ghabrahat thi.

Jaise Ayan ki har cheekh...

Har dard...

Usne khamoshi se suni ho.


Uske peeche…

Kisi pahad ya deewar mein nahi…

Balki khaali fiza mein khada…

Ek bohot bada laal darwaza.

Us par ajeeb nishaan.

Uski dararon se laal roshni bahar nikal rahi thi.

Us ke samne…

Khamoshi.

Sirf do be-harkat saaye...

Ek roshni mein.

Ek andhere se bahar nikalta hua.

Nice update bro
Jldi diya kro
Goot plot
Waiting to seet next what happened.

 

[aslm addict]

Jld

Record #009

File Name: "The First Mission"

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

Purane panel ki jagah...

Ek naya interface khul gaya.

Ayan ne panel ko kuch der tak dekha.

Phir bhawein sikod kar bola,

"...Bas?"

"...Mujhe toh laga pehla mission hoga..."

"...Kisi monster ka sar kaatna."

"...Ya boss fight."

"...Tumne toh seedha mera hi sar dushman bana diya.”

Do second baad...

Panel par jawab ubhra.

Ayan ne halki si seeti bajai.

"...Wah."

"...Matlab pehli hi mission mein torture."

Koi jawab nahi.

Usne phir muskurakar kaha,

"...Ek baat bata."

"...Teen minute ke baad..."

"...Main us andhere ke qareeb ja sakunga?"

Ping...

"...Samajh gaya."

"...Yani abhi bhi poora access nahi milega."

"...Bas thodi promotion."

Khamoshi.

Ayan ne gehri saans li.

"...Theek hai."

Turant panel badal gaya.

Ayan muskuraya.

"...Drama bhi karte ho."

Usne haath badhaya.

Aur...

YES ko chhoo diya.

Ping.

Pehle ek pal...

Kuch bhi nahi hua.

Ayan ne idhar udhar dekha.

"...Bas?"

"...Itna hi-"

Uska jumla adhoora reh gaya.

"AAAAAAAHHHHH!!"

Jaise kisi ne uske dimagh ke andar laal tapta hua loha ghusa diya ho.

Ayan seedha ghutnon ke bal gir gaya.

Dono haath sar par jam gaye.

Uski saans tootne lagi.

Har dhadkan ke saath...

Sir ke andar dard aur gehra hota gaya.

"...AAAHH...!"

Uski cheekh Inner Nexus mein goonj uthi.

Neeche ki sheeshe jaisi satah...

Achanak darakne lagi.

CRAAACK...

Ek lambi daraar Ayan ke neeche se nikal kar door tak daud gayi.

Phir doosri.

Phir teesri.

Kuch hi lamhon mein...

Badi badi dararen poori satah par phail gayin.

Door khada safed mahal bhi laraz utha.

Uski bunyaad ke neeche dararen ubhrin...

Aur mahal kai hisson mein taqseem hota chala gaya.

Lekin Ayan...

Ab kuch dekh hi nahi raha tha.

Uski poori duniya...

Sirf ek cheez ban chuki thi.

Dard.

Har second...

Pehle se zyada.

Aur countdown...

Abhi shuru hi hua tha.

02:54…

---

Emergency Neuro-Cognitive Recovery Unit.

Monitor ki lagataar beep... beep... beep... kamre mein goonj rahi thi.

Ayan bilkul be-harkat pada tha.

Uske sar par lage neural interface modules halki neeli roshni chhod rahe the.

Usi waqt...

BEEEEEP!

Ek monitor par red warning chamki.

Dr. Mehek Ali foran screen ki taraf jhuki.

"Neural activity spike!"

Dr. Ahsan Mirza ne doosri screen dekhi.

"Impossible..."

"Cortical load itna achanak kaise badh gaya?"

Dr. Neelam Rahman bina ghabrahat ke seedha Ayan ke paas pahunchi.

"Report."

Usman Baig ki ungliyan console par tezi se chalne lagen.

"Brain signal amplitude... continuously increasing."

"System overload ke qareeb hai."

Richard Hayes ne monitor ki taraf dekhte hue dheemi awaaz mein kaha,

"He's not seizing..."

"Something else is happening."

Daniel Kim ne neural graph zoom ki.

Uski aankhen sikud gayin.

"...I've never seen a pattern like this."

Graph seedhi line nahi tha.

Aur na hi seizure jaisa.

Har spike...

Jaise kisi hidden rhythm ko follow kar raha tha.

Elena Volkova ne dheere se kaha,

"It doesn't match any known seizure.”

Kisi ke paas jawab nahi tha.

Achanak...

Ayan ki ungliyan zor se mur gayin.

Uska poora jism tan gaya.

Monitor phir cheekha.

BEEEEEP!

"Heart rate one-fifty!"

"Blood pressure rising!"

"Neural temperature increasing!"

Dr. Neelam ne foran hukm diya.

"Cooling protocol."

"Sedative ready."

"Kisi bhi surat neural bridge disconnect mat karna."

"Yes, Doctor!"

Kamre mein har shakhs apni position par lag gaya.

Injection prepare hua.

Cooling system activate hua.

Additional stabilizers online hue.

Lekin...

Numbers ruk nahi rahe the.

Usman ki awaaz pehli baar larzi.

"Doctor..."

"External intervention ka koi response nahi aa raha."

Richard ne dheere se kaha,

"...It's like his brain isn't responding to us anymore."

Khamoshi.

Sirf machines ki awaaz.

Aur monitors par nachte hue graphs.

Dr. Neelam ne Ayan ka chehra dekha.

Uski band aankhon ke kone se...

Khoon ki ek patli si lakeer nikal kar kaan ki taraf behne lagi.

Kamre ka mahaul ek pal mein aur bhaari ho gaya.


---

Inner Nexus

02:31

"Aaaahhh...!!"

Ayan ki cheekh phir goonji.

Uske ghutne ab bhi zameen par the.

Dono haath sar ko itni zor se pakde hue the...

Jaise khopdi toot kar alag ho jayegi.

Har saans toot rahi thi.

Har dhadkan...

Naye dard ke saath aa rahi thi.

Usne sar uthana chaha.

Nahi utha.

Poora jism kaanp raha tha.

"...B...bas..."

"...Bas karo..."

Lekin...

System ke liye uski awaaz ki koi ahmiyat nahi thi.

Ek chhota sa notification uske saamne ubhra.

Ayan ne dhundhli nazar se panel dekha.

Phir dard ki ek aur lehar uske dimagh se guzri.

"AAAAAAAHHH!!"

Uski cheekh ke saath...

Sheeshe jaisi satah mein ek aur badi daraar phail gayi.

Lekin countdown...

Bina ruke...

Apni raftaar se chalta raha.

—

Waqt dheere dheere guzarta raha.

Har guzarta second…

Pichle second se zyada takleef de raha tha.

Har soch…

Har yaad…

Har ehsaas…

Dard mein badalta ja raha tha.

—

00:18...

Ayan ki cheekhen ab dheemi pad chuki thin.

Cheekhne ki taqat bhi khatam ho rahi thi.

Uski saansein toot rahi thin.

Poora jism laraz raha tha.

Har second...

Bas ek naya dard lekar aa raha tha.


---

00:09...

Uski aankhen aadhi band ho chuki thin.

Haath dheere dheere sar se phisalne lage.

Woh bas ghutnon ke bal jhuka hua tha.

"...Khatam..."

"...Ho ja..."

Uske honton se mushkil se awaaz nikli.


---

00:03...

...

00:02...

...

00:01...

...

00:00

PING.

Ek hi pal mein...

Dard...

Ghayab ho gaya.

Ayan ka jism dheela pad gaya.

Woh seedha toot kar zameen par gir gaya.

Behosh.

Bilkul be-harkat.


---

The Ascension Foundation

Usi waqt...

Emergency room ke monitors par numbers dheere dheere normal hone lage.

Dr. Mehek

"...Neural load is falling."

Dr. Neelam ne screen dekhi aur gehri saans li.

"...He's stabilizing."

Kamre mein pehli baar kisi ke chehre par halki si umeed nazar aayi.

---

Inner Nexus mein...

Ayan ko kuch pata nahi tha.

System ki awaaz khamoshi mein goonji.

Koi jawab nahi aaya.

Host...

Behosh tha.

Kuch lamhon baad...

Door phaile hue siyah hisse mein halki si tabdeeli aani shuru hui.

Andhera...

Dheere dheere peeche hatne laga.

Pehle sirf ek patli si jagah saaf hui.

Phir...

Thodi aur.

Aur usi jagah...

Ek shakhs nazar aaya.

Ek ladka.

Lagbhag Ayan ki hi umar ka.

Uska jism halka sa kaanp raha tha.

Dono baazu apne seene ke qareeb simte hue the.

Jaise woh kaafi der se dara hua khada ho.

Uska sar jhuka hua tha.

Lekin uski nazar...
Behosh pade Ayan par tiki hui thi.

Uski aankhon mein ajeeb si ghabrahat thi.

Jaise Ayan ki har cheekh...

Har dard...

Usne khamoshi se suni ho.


Uske peeche…

Kisi pahad ya deewar mein nahi…

Balki khaali fiza mein khada…

Ek bohot bada laal darwaza.

Us par ajeeb nishaan.

Uski dararon se laal roshni bahar nikal rahi thi.

Us ke samne…

Khamoshi.

Sirf do be-harkat saaye...

Ek roshni mein.

Ek andhere se bahar nikalta hua.

Keep posting bro

 

[aslm addict]

Nice update bro
Jld

Record #009

File Name: "The First Mission"

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Purane panel ki jagah...

Ek naya interface khul gaya.

Ayan ne panel ko kuch der tak dekha.

Phir bhawein sikod kar bola,

"...Bas?"

"...Mujhe toh laga pehla mission hoga..."

"...Kisi monster ka sar kaatna."

"...Ya boss fight."

"...Tumne toh seedha mera hi sar dushman bana diya.”

Do second baad...

Panel par jawab ubhra.

Ayan ne halki si seeti bajai.

"...Wah."

"...Matlab pehli hi mission mein torture."

Koi jawab nahi.

Usne phir muskurakar kaha,

"...Ek baat bata."

"...Teen minute ke baad..."

"...Main us andhere ke qareeb ja sakunga?"

Ping...

"...Samajh gaya."

"...Yani abhi bhi poora access nahi milega."

"...Bas thodi promotion."

Khamoshi.

Ayan ne gehri saans li.

"...Theek hai."

Turant panel badal gaya.

Ayan muskuraya.

"...Drama bhi karte ho."

Usne haath badhaya.

Aur...

YES ko chhoo diya.

Ping.

Pehle ek pal...

Kuch bhi nahi hua.

Ayan ne idhar udhar dekha.

"...Bas?"

"...Itna hi-"

Uska jumla adhoora reh gaya.

"AAAAAAAHHHHH!!"

Jaise kisi ne uske dimagh ke andar laal tapta hua loha ghusa diya ho.

Ayan seedha ghutnon ke bal gir gaya.

Dono haath sar par jam gaye.

Uski saans tootne lagi.

Har dhadkan ke saath...

Sir ke andar dard aur gehra hota gaya.

"...AAAHH...!"

Uski cheekh Inner Nexus mein goonj uthi.

Neeche ki sheeshe jaisi satah...

Achanak darakne lagi.

CRAAACK...

Ek lambi daraar Ayan ke neeche se nikal kar door tak daud gayi.

Phir doosri.

Phir teesri.

Kuch hi lamhon mein...

Badi badi dararen poori satah par phail gayin.

Door khada safed mahal bhi laraz utha.

Uski bunyaad ke neeche dararen ubhrin...

Aur mahal kai hisson mein taqseem hota chala gaya.

Lekin Ayan...

Ab kuch dekh hi nahi raha tha.

Uski poori duniya...

Sirf ek cheez ban chuki thi.

Dard.

Har second...

Pehle se zyada.

Aur countdown...

Abhi shuru hi hua tha.

02:54…

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Emergency Neuro-Cognitive Recovery Unit.

Monitor ki lagataar beep... beep... beep... kamre mein goonj rahi thi.

Ayan bilkul be-harkat pada tha.

Uske sar par lage neural interface modules halki neeli roshni chhod rahe the.

Usi waqt...

BEEEEEP!

Ek monitor par red warning chamki.

Dr. Mehek Ali foran screen ki taraf jhuki.

"Neural activity spike!"

Dr. Ahsan Mirza ne doosri screen dekhi.

"Impossible..."

"Cortical load itna achanak kaise badh gaya?"

Dr. Neelam Rahman bina ghabrahat ke seedha Ayan ke paas pahunchi.

"Report."

Usman Baig ki ungliyan console par tezi se chalne lagen.

"Brain signal amplitude... continuously increasing."

"System overload ke qareeb hai."

Richard Hayes ne monitor ki taraf dekhte hue dheemi awaaz mein kaha,

"He's not seizing..."

"Something else is happening."

Daniel Kim ne neural graph zoom ki.

Uski aankhen sikud gayin.

"...I've never seen a pattern like this."

Graph seedhi line nahi tha.

Aur na hi seizure jaisa.

Har spike...

Jaise kisi hidden rhythm ko follow kar raha tha.

Elena Volkova ne dheere se kaha,

"It doesn't match any known seizure.”

Kisi ke paas jawab nahi tha.

Achanak...

Ayan ki ungliyan zor se mur gayin.

Uska poora jism tan gaya.

Monitor phir cheekha.

BEEEEEP!

"Heart rate one-fifty!"

"Blood pressure rising!"

"Neural temperature increasing!"

Dr. Neelam ne foran hukm diya.

"Cooling protocol."

"Sedative ready."

"Kisi bhi surat neural bridge disconnect mat karna."

"Yes, Doctor!"

Kamre mein har shakhs apni position par lag gaya.

Injection prepare hua.

Cooling system activate hua.

Additional stabilizers online hue.

Lekin...

Numbers ruk nahi rahe the.

Usman ki awaaz pehli baar larzi.

"Doctor..."

"External intervention ka koi response nahi aa raha."

Richard ne dheere se kaha,

"...It's like his brain isn't responding to us anymore."

Khamoshi.

Sirf machines ki awaaz.

Aur monitors par nachte hue graphs.

Dr. Neelam ne Ayan ka chehra dekha.

Uski band aankhon ke kone se...

Khoon ki ek patli si lakeer nikal kar kaan ki taraf behne lagi.

Kamre ka mahaul ek pal mein aur bhaari ho gaya.


---

Inner Nexus

02:31

"Aaaahhh...!!"

Ayan ki cheekh phir goonji.

Uske ghutne ab bhi zameen par the.

Dono haath sar ko itni zor se pakde hue the...

Jaise khopdi toot kar alag ho jayegi.

Har saans toot rahi thi.

Har dhadkan...

Naye dard ke saath aa rahi thi.

Usne sar uthana chaha.

Nahi utha.

Poora jism kaanp raha tha.

"...B...bas..."

"...Bas karo..."

Lekin...

System ke liye uski awaaz ki koi ahmiyat nahi thi.

Ek chhota sa notification uske saamne ubhra.

Ayan ne dhundhli nazar se panel dekha.

Phir dard ki ek aur lehar uske dimagh se guzri.

"AAAAAAAHHH!!"

Uski cheekh ke saath...

Sheeshe jaisi satah mein ek aur badi daraar phail gayi.

Lekin countdown...

Bina ruke...

Apni raftaar se chalta raha.

—

Waqt dheere dheere guzarta raha.

Har guzarta second…

Pichle second se zyada takleef de raha tha.

Har soch…

Har yaad…

Har ehsaas…

Dard mein badalta ja raha tha.

—

00:18...

Ayan ki cheekhen ab dheemi pad chuki thin.

Cheekhne ki taqat bhi khatam ho rahi thi.

Uski saansein toot rahi thin.

Poora jism laraz raha tha.

Har second...

Bas ek naya dard lekar aa raha tha.


---

00:09...

Uski aankhen aadhi band ho chuki thin.

Haath dheere dheere sar se phisalne lage.

Woh bas ghutnon ke bal jhuka hua tha.

"...Khatam..."

"...Ho ja..."

Uske honton se mushkil se awaaz nikli.


---

00:03...

...

00:02...

...

00:01...

...

00:00

PING.

Ek hi pal mein...

Dard...

Ghayab ho gaya.

Ayan ka jism dheela pad gaya.

Woh seedha toot kar zameen par gir gaya.

Behosh.

Bilkul be-harkat.


---

The Ascension Foundation

Usi waqt...

Emergency room ke monitors par numbers dheere dheere normal hone lage.

Dr. Mehek

"...Neural load is falling."

Dr. Neelam ne screen dekhi aur gehri saans li.

"...He's stabilizing."

Kamre mein pehli baar kisi ke chehre par halki si umeed nazar aayi.

---

Inner Nexus mein...

Ayan ko kuch pata nahi tha.

System ki awaaz khamoshi mein goonji.

Koi jawab nahi aaya.

Host...

Behosh tha.

Kuch lamhon baad...

Door phaile hue siyah hisse mein halki si tabdeeli aani shuru hui.

Andhera...

Dheere dheere peeche hatne laga.

Pehle sirf ek patli si jagah saaf hui.

Phir...

Thodi aur.

Aur usi jagah...

Ek shakhs nazar aaya.

Ek ladka.

Lagbhag Ayan ki hi umar ka.

Uska jism halka sa kaanp raha tha.

Dono baazu apne seene ke qareeb simte hue the.

Jaise woh kaafi der se dara hua khada ho.

Uska sar jhuka hua tha.

Lekin uski nazar...
Behosh pade Ayan par tiki hui thi.

Uski aankhon mein ajeeb si ghabrahat thi.

Jaise Ayan ki har cheekh...

Har dard...

Usne khamoshi se suni ho.


Uske peeche…

Kisi pahad ya deewar mein nahi…

Balki khaali fiza mein khada…

Ek bohot bada laal darwaza.

Us par ajeeb nishaan.

Uski dararon se laal roshni bahar nikal rahi thi.

Us ke samne…

Khamoshi.

Sirf do be-harkat saaye...

Ek roshni mein.

Ek andhere se bahar nikalta hua.

Nice

 

[A Silent devil]

RECORD #010

File Name: "The Devil's Proposal"

Raat...

Ghadi shayad do bajne ka waqt paar kar chuki thi.

Lekin us jagah...
Waqt ki koi khaas ahmiyat nahi thi.

Shehar se kaafi door...
Pathrile pahaadon aur ghane jungle ke darmiyan ek purani industrial building khari thi.

Bahar se dekho...
Toh woh saalon se band kisi barbaad factory se zyada kuch nahi lagti thi.

Toote hue sheeshe...

Zang lage gates...

Deewaron par purane goli ke nishan...

Aur chhat ke kinare ug aayi jangli ghaas.

Magar yeh sab sirf parda tha.

Asli kahani...
Factory ke bahar nahi.
Uske andar zinda thi.

Har entrance par armed guards.

Har corridor mein CCTV.

Steel doors ke peeche crates ki qatarein.

Kuch mein weapons the.

Kuch mein drugs.

Aur kuch mein woh maal...

Jiska naam sirf un logon ko pata tha jo is duniya mein zarurat se zyada waqt zinda reh chuke the.

Compound ke upar searchlights dheere dheere ghoom rahi thin.

Har kuch seconds baad roshni kisi deewar, kisi gate ya kisi parked vehicle par padti...
Phir andhera dobara sab kuch nigal leta.

Factory ke sabse andar...
Ek bada hall tha.

Hall ke beech kala sang-e-mar-mar ka lamba table tha.

Uske ek sire par Boss baitha tha.

Aur uske peeche...
Uske aadmi.

Kisi ke haath mein cigarette.

Kisi ki kamar par pistol.

Kisi ke saamne rifle.

Lekin kisi ki zubaan nahi chal rahi thi.

Kyun ke un sab ke darmiyan ek aadmi baitha tha...
Jiski khamoshi hi kaafi thi.

Boss.

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Boss pachaas ke qareeb tha.

Chehre par waqt ki lakeeren thin.

Daaye gaal ke paas purana zakhm.

Baalon mein safedi.

Lekin jis cheez ne uski umar ko be-maani bana diya tha...

Woh uski aankhen thin.

Un mein woh thakan nahi thi jo lambe waqt tak crime ki duniya mein rehne walon ke chehron par aa jaati hai.

Wahan sirf tajurba tha.

Aur ehtiyaat.

Boss un logon mein se nahi tha jo har baat par awaaz buland karte hain.

Usse apni taqat sabit karne ki zarurat nahi thi.

Is hall mein khare aadmi jaante the ke uski ek chhoti si khamoshi...

Cheekhne se zyada bhaari padti hai.

Aur shayad isi wajah se uske aadmi uske saath the.

Sirf paison ke liye nahi.

Kuch ne uske liye saalon tak kaam kiya tha.

Kuch ne uske saath jail dekhi thi.

Kuch ne uske saath khoon dekha tha.

Aur kuch aise the...

Jo ek waqt mein uske liye sirf aadmi the.

Ab family ka hissa ban chuke the.

Boss ka usool seedha tha.

Apne aadmi se ghalti ho sakti hai.

Dhoka nahi.

Jo tumhare liye khara raha ho...

Usse waqt aane par akela chhod dena Boss ki nazar mein sirf kamzori nahi thi.

Beghairti thi.

Isi liye uske aadmiyon ko bhi yaqeen tha...

Ke agar kabhi mushkil waqt aaya...

Boss unhe aage karke khud peeche nahi hatega.

Lekin is loyalty ka doosra pehlu bhi tha.

Ghair.

Boss ko ghairon se masla nahi tha.

Business ke liye woh har qisam ke logon se deal kar chuka tha.

Masla un logon se tha...

Jo pehle mehmaan ban kar aate hain...

Phir partner...

Aur kuch waqt baad...

Malik banne lagte hain.

Uske liye zameen sirf zameen nahi thi.

Yeh uska ilaqa tha.

Uski saalon ki mehnat.

Uske log.

Uska naam.

Uski hukumat.

Isi liye uska ek purana qanoon tha:

"Apne aadmi ki ghalti bardasht ho sakti hai."

"Dhoka nahi."

Aur doosra:

"Ghair ko kabhi apna mat samajhna."

Kuch der pehle jab uske aadmiyon ne bataya tha ke ek foreign syndicate ka representative usse milne aa raha hai...

Boss ne sirf kaha tha:

"Usse andar aane do."

Phir cigarette sulga kar ek aur jumla kaha:

"Magar us par bharosa mat karna."

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02:17 AM.

Factory ke bahar headlights ki roshni andheri deewaron par phaili.

Ek.

Do.

Teen.

Phir...

Chaar siyah SUVs gate ke saamne rukin.

Gate khula.

Gaariyan compound mein dakhil ho gayin.

Engines band hue.

Doors ek ke baad ek khule.

Kaale suits mein aadmi bahar nikle.

Unki tadaad kam nahi thi.

Aur unke chehron se saaf tha ke yeh aam bodyguards nahi the.

Kisi ke paas pistol.

Kisi ke paas compact SMG.

Kisi ke coat ke neeche kuch aur chhupa hua.

Lekin sabse noticeable cheez unki khamoshi thi.

Koi unnecessary baat nahi.

Koi show-off nahi.

Koi ghabrahat nahi.

Trained men.

Phir aakhri SUV ka rear door khula.

Kuch lamhon tak andar se koi bahar nahi nikla.

Phir...

Ek lamba aadmi saamne aaya.

Lamba qadd.

Safed rang.

Peeche set kiye hue sunehre baal.

Tez neeli aankhen.

Black overcoat.

Leather gloves.

Aur honton par...

Aisi muskurahat jo khushi se zyada kisi ajeeb curiosity ka ehsaas deti thi.

Usne saamne khari purani factory ko dekha.

Kuch seconds tak bas use dekhta raha.

Phir aasman ki taraf nazar uthayi.

Halki si saans li.

Jaise woh kisi khaufnaak jagah par nahi...

Kisi purani yaad ke paas wapas aaya ho.

Victor Drakov.

Lekin underworld mein...

Victor Drakov naam se zyada ek aur naam mashhoor tha.

Satan.

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Victor Drakov ek foreign criminal syndicate ka aadmi tha.

Aur us syndicate ke peeche...

Ek naam tha.

Shadow King.

Kuch log kehte the Shadow King ek aadmi tha.

Kuch kehte the...
Ek network.

Aisa network jiske paas hukumat se zyada paisa...

Aur paison se zyada information thi.

Lekin jin logon ne us network ko qareeb se dekha tha...

Woh aksar uska naam lene se bhi bachhte the.

Victor...

Us network ka important hissa tha.

Magar uski sabse dangerous cheez uski position nahi thi.

Uska dimaag tha.

Khatre ke waqt aam aadmi ka dimaag ek hi sawaal karta hai:

"Main kaise bachunga?"

Victor ka dimaag aksar doosra sawaal karta tha:

"Samne wala mujhe maarne ke baad kya karega?"

Aur shayad isi liye...

Usse khatra pasand tha.

Khoon se usse ghin nahi aati thi.

Dhamkiyan us par asar nahi karti thin.

Aur kisi ki nafrat...

Uski curiosity aur badha deti thi.

Victor ke liye danger sirf danger nahi tha.

Entertainment tha.

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Victor ke baad SUV se ek aur aadmi nikla.

Uska appearance Victor se bilkul mukhtalif tha.

Medium height.

Simple dark shirt.

Saaf trousers.

Halki daadhi.

Koi expensive accessory nahi.

Koi unnecessary style nahi.

Door se dekho...

Toh ek ordinary aadmi.
Kamran.

Tees ke qareeb.

Lekin us ordinary appearance ke peeche jo cheez thi...

Woh ordinary nahi thi.

Kamran ke haath mein steel case tha.

Usne use sambhal kar rakha hua tha.

Victor aage badha.

Kamran uske saath chala.

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Factory ke entrance par ek guard ne haath utha diya.

"Bas."

Victor ruk gaya.

Guard ne uske peeche khare aadmiyon ki taraf ishara kiya.

"Sirf do log andar jayenge."

Victor ne compound ke andar dekha.

Phir guard ki taraf.

Honton par halki si muskurahat aayi.

"So..."

"Trust issue?"

Guard ka chehra bilkul seedha raha.

"Rule."

Victor ne halki si gardan jhukayi.

"Ah."

"Rules."

Usne coat khola.

Pistol nikali.

Guard ke saamne rakhe table par rakh di.

"Happy?"

Guard ne jawab nahi diya.

"Baaki."

Victor ne apne aadmiyon ki taraf ishara kiya.

Ek ek karke weapons table par rakh diye gaye.

Phir guard ki nazar Kamran ke steel case par ruki.

"Case."

Kamran ne case neeche rakha.

Locks khule.

Lid utha.

Andar sealed packets...

Kuch files...

Aur ek metallic container.

Guard ki nazar ek pal ke liye metallic container par ruki.

Usne kuch nahi poocha.

Case band kar diya.

"Case andar ja sakta hai."

Victor ne halka sa sar jhukaya.

"Thank you."

Guard ki awaaz foran aayi:

"Shukriya mat bolo."

Victor ruk gaya.

Guard ne seedha kaha:

"Yahan tum mehmaan nahi ho."

Kuch pal ke liye khamoshi rahi.

Victor ke chehre par wahi ajeeb si muskurahat bani rahi.

"Interesting."

Phir woh andar chala gaya.

Kamran uske saath.

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Hall ka steel door khula.

Krrrrrrrrk...

Awaaz hall mein phail gayi.

Har conversation jo chal rahi thi...

Wahin ruk gayi.

Victor Drakov andar aaya.

Na jaldi.

Na hichkichahat.

Uska rawayya aisa tha jaise woh kisi aisi jagah mein dakhil ho raha ho jahan use khatra mehsoos hi na hota ho.

Kamran uske peeche tha.

Steel case ab bhi uske paas tha.

Victor ne hall ko ek nazar mein samajhne ki koshish nahi ki.

Usse zarurat nahi thi.

Usne saamne Boss ko dekha.

Aur ruk gaya.

Boss bhi wahi baitha raha.

Kuch seconds tak...
Kisi ne kuch nahi kaha.

Do aadmi.

Do alag duniyaan.

Ek aadmi apni zameen par baitha tha.

Doosra kisi aur ki zameen par khara tha.

Lekin ajeeb baat yeh thi...

Ke dono mein se koi bhi apne aap ko kamzor nahi samajh raha tha.

Victor ne achanak taali bajayi.

Clap.

Hall mein awaaz goonji.

"Beautiful."

Clap.

"Very beautiful."

Usne purani deewar ki taraf dekha.

"Old walls."

Phir marble table.

"Old money."

Phir Boss ke aadmi.

"Old fear."

Usne halki si muskurahat ke saath kaha:

"Beautiful."

"I like it."

Boss ne koi jawab nahi diya.

Sirf saamne wali kursi ki taraf ishara kiya.

"Baitho."

Victor baith gaya.

Kamran uske peeche khara raha.

Boss ne cigarette sulgayi.

Kuch lamhe guzre.

Phir Boss bola:

"Tum ho woh firangi?"

Victor ki muskurahat halki si badli.

"Firangi?"

"Naam suna hai tumhara."

Boss ne usse dekha.

"Victor Drakov."

Victor ne sar hilaya.

"That's my name."

Phir usne table par ek ungli rakhi.

Halki si tap.

"But..."

Uski neeli aankhen Boss par tik gayin.

"I prefer..."

"Satan."

Boss ne cigarette ka dhuan bahar nikala.

"Naam se koi bada nahi hota."

Victor chup raha.

"Kaam se hota hai."

Do seconds tak Victor ne Boss ko dekha.

Phir uske chehre par wohi ajeeb dilchaspi laut aayi.

"I agree."

Usne kursi ki back se peeth laga di.

"And that..."

"Is exactly why I am here."

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Boss ne cigarette ashtray mein daba di.

"Seedhi baat."

"Foreign syndicate ka aadmi mere paas raat ke do baje aata hai."

"Chaar gaadiyan."

"Darjan aadmi."

"Aur ek locked case."

Uski nazar case par gayi.

"Toh ya tum koi badi cheez bechne aaye ho..."

"Ya koi badi cheez khareedne."

Victor ne halka sa sar jhukaya.

"Maybe both."

Boss ki awaaz thandi rahi.

"Main apni zameen nahi bechta."

Victor ne foran jawab nahi diya.

Boss ne baat jaari rakhi.

"Business karna hai?"

"Kar lo."

"Profit chahiye?"

"Le lo."

"Lekin meri territory..."

Uski awaaz mein thoda sa wazan badha.

"...us par kisi foreign syndicate ka haq nahi hoga."

Victor ki aankhon mein dilchaspi aayi.

"Why?"

Boss ne cigarette ka ek aur kash liya.

"Kyun ke ghair..."

Woh ruk gaya.

Phir bola:

"Jab tak tumhara faida dekhte hain..."

"Tab tak dost hote hain."

"Jis din faida khatam..."

"Us din tum unke liye sirf ek obstacle ho."

Victor ne kuch seconds uski baat suni.

Phir dheere se kaha:

"That's not entirely wrong."

Boss ki bhonhein halki si uthi.

Victor ne seedha kaha:

"People are selfish."

Boss ne foran jawab diya:

"Sab nahi."

Is baar Victor ki muskurahat sach mein ek pal ko ruk gayi.

Boss ne kaha:

"Apne logon mein kuch aise hote hain..."

"Jo paisa chhod denge."

"Power chhod denge."

"Magar apne aadmi ko nahi bechenge."

Victor ki nazar ek pal ke liye Kamran ki taraf gayi.

Kamran bilkul khamosh tha.

Phir Victor ne Boss se poocha:

"And you believe loyalty works like that?"

Boss ne jawab dene mein ek second bhi nahi lagaya.

"Loyalty kaam nahi karti."

"Woh hoti hai."

Victor chup raha.

Boss ki awaaz ab pehle se zyada serious thi.

"Jo aadmi mere saath das saal khara raha..."

"Uski ghalti par main usse saza de sakta hoon."

"Usse nikaal sakta hoon."

"Us par gussa kar sakta hoon."

"Lekin..."

Boss ne cigarette ashtray mein daba di.

"Usse kisi ghair ke haath nahi bech sakta."

Victor ki aankhon mein ek ajeeb si chamak aayi.

Boss ne kaha:

"Yeh farq hai."

"Business aur wafadari mein."

Is baar Victor ne koi witty jawab nahi diya.

Bas kuch lamhe Boss ko dekhta raha.

Phir...

Halki si hansi uske honton se nikli.

Aisi hansi jisme mazaak kam...

Aur samajhne ki koshish zyada thi.

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Victor ne Kamran ki taraf dekha.

"Case."

Kamran foran aage badha.

Steel case marble table par rakha gaya.

Clack.

Locks khule.

Victor ne lid uthaya.

Andar sealed packets the.

Ek metallic container.

Aur kuch documents.

Boss ne case ki taraf dekha.

Victor ne ek packet nikala.

Roshni ke neeche uthaya.

"Shadow King ka latest product."

Boss ki nazar packet par gayi.

Victor ne packet wapas rakh diya.

"Pure."

"Stable."

"Demand high."

Boss ne kaha:

"Drugs."

Victor ne packet case mein rakh diya.

"Business."

Boss ki aankhen us par thin.

"Farq?"

Victor ki muskurahat wapas aa gayi.

"Drug kisi ko addict karti hai."

"Business..."

Usne case band kar diya.

"...addiction ko system bana deta hai."

Boss ne koi reaction nahi diya.

Victor ne steel case side par kar diya.

Phir ek folded map nikala.

Map marble table par khula.

Routes.

Warehouses.

Roads.

Entry points.

Victor ne ek route par ungli rakhi.

"Your territory."

Doosra point.

"Your routes."

Teesra.

"Your people."

Boss ne map dekha.

Victor bola:

"Hum product laayenge."

"Tum distribution sambhalo."

"Profit share."

"Protection."

"Aur zarurat padi..."

"Resources."

Boss ne poocha:

"Bas?"

Victor ki aankhon mein wohi ajeeb confidence tha.

"No."

"There's more."

Usne map par ek aur jagah mark ki.

"Expansion."

Boss ka jawab foran aaya:

"Nahi."

Victor ruk gaya.

Boss ne map uski taraf dhakel diya.

"Jo baat tum ab kehne wale ho..."

"Uska jawab mil gaya."

Victor ne map ko dekha.

Phir Boss ko.

"Impressive."

Boss ne thandi awaaz mein kaha:

"Main apni zameen kisi foreign syndicate ko nahi deta."

Victor ne jawab diya:

"Main tumhari zameen maang nahi raha."

"Toh?"

Victor thoda aage hua.

"Main tumhari reach badha raha hoon."

Boss ke honton par halki si tanz bhari hansi aayi.

"Apne paison se?"

Victor chup.

"Apne aadmiyon se?"

Khamoshi.

"Apne rules se?"

Victor ki aankhon mein kuch badla.

Boss ne map ki taraf ishara kiya.

"Phir woh tumhara network hoga."

Victor ne dheere se kaha:

"Maybe."

Boss ki awaaz sakht hui.

"Maybe?"

Victor ne map ki taraf dekha.

Phir bilkul aam lehje mein bola:

"Maybe not."

Boss ki aankhen tang ho gayin.

"Matlab?"

Victor ne map par ungli ek route par rakhi.

"Matlab..."

Ek chhota sa waqfa.

"...kal yeh route mera bhi ho sakta hai."

Bas.

Itna hi.

Aur jaise hi woh jumla khatam hua...

Hall ki hawa badal gayi.

Boss ke chehre se jo halka sa sabr bacha tha...

Woh bhi khatam ho gaya.

Kursi peeche khisaki.

Khatak.

Boss khara hua.

Uske peeche khare do aadmiyon ne instinctively apni position badli.

Boss ne coat ke neeche haath dala.

Victor ki aankhon mein gun ki zarurat mehsoos hui.

Lekin uske chehre par...

Koi darr nahi tha.

Boss ne pistol nikali.

Glock 17.

Click.

Naali seedhi Victor ke sar par.

Hall mein sannata utar aaya.

Ek second pehle jo log sirf dekh rahe the...

Ab sab samajh chuke the.

Yeh meeting khatam ho chuki thi.

Boss ke aadmiyon ne weapons nikaal liye.

CHK—CHK—CHK!

Pistols.

Compact SMGs.

Kuch Victor par.

Kuch Kamran par.

Kamran ke liye ab har taraf barrel tha.

Steel case uske paas hi tha.

Victor...

Gunpoint par tha.

Lekin usne cheekha nahi.

Koi safai nahi di.

Koi deal dobara offer nahi ki.

Usne bas Glock ki naali ko dekha.

Phir Boss ko.

Aur...

Hans diya.

Bahut halki si hansi.

Jaise usne abhi koi aisi cheez dekh li ho jo usse pehle se pata thi.

Boss ki aankhon mein gussa aur gehra ho gaya.

Usne gun aur qareeb kar di.

Victor ne dheere se kaha:

"Go on."

Bas do lafz.

Aur yeh do lafz...

Boss ke liye dhamki se zyada badtameezi the.

Kyun ke Victor ki awaaz mein woh confidence tha...

Jo kisi aise aadmi mein hota hai...

Jise yakeen ho ke saamne wala usse maar nahi sakta.

Boss ne Victor ke chehre ko dekha.

Woh smile ab bhi wahi thi.

Jaise Victor ko pata ho...

Ke agar trigger dab bhi gaya...

Toh kahani yahin khatam nahi hogi.

Aur shayad...

Victor isi cheez ka intezar kar raha tha.

Boss ne dheere se gun ki naali Victor ke maathe se laga di.

Hall mein kisi ne saans tak buland nahi ki.

Kamran charon taraf se ghira hua tha.

Victor ke aadmi bahar the.

Boss ke aadmi andar.

Raasta band.

Gun loaded.

Faisla sirf ek ungli ke fasle par.

Boss ne ek pal Victor ko dekha.

Phir uski awaaz poore hall mein goonji—

"Meri zameen par kharay ho kar us par haq jatane ki himmat ki hai na, Satan... ab dekh, is ghar ka malik bin bulaye mehmaan ke saath kya karta hai."

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RECORD #010 — END

File Name: The Devil's Proposal

Status: CRITICAL

Situation: ARMED CONFRONTATION

Victor Drakov — SATAN: UNDER GUNPOINT

Kamran: SURROUNDED

NEXT RECORD: CONTINUED​

 

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