Romance The Crown and The Scar (Completed)
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Chapter 45 — Ashes of Love
( When Love Meets Revenge)
“Pyaar kabhi marta nahi … bas apni roop badal leta hai — kabhi dua ban kar, kabhi badla ban kar.”
The Factory of Ghosts
Rain ab storm ban chuki thi.
Rusty machines aur broken windows ke beech se paani gir raha tha.
Aishani apni pistol ready rakhe andar ghus gayi.
Uska comm silent tha; she didn’t want orders — sirf answers.
Ek corner se slow clapping ki awaaz aayi.
Darkness me se ek figure nikla — black coat, wet hair, cold eyes.
Vihaan Arya.
Aishani ka dil ruk sa gaya.
10 saal baad wo chehra samne tha jo kabhi uske sapno me tha, aur kabhi uske faislon me dard ban gaya.
Vihaan ne calm tone me bola,
“Dekha? Main bola tha na — tu kabhi mujhse door nahi ja paayegi.”
Aishani ne pistol seedha uski chest pe aim kya.
“Stop this game, Vihaan. Bahut log mar chuke hain teri madness ke liye.”
Vihaan thoda hasa,
“Marna toh main pehle hi chhuka tha, Aishani. Tu sirf mujhe dafa karna bhool gayi thi.”
The Unspoken Truth
Silence.
Sirf rain ke drops ke beech unke breathing ke sound.
Aishani ka voice break hua,
“Maine galti ki thi, Vihaan. Woh case jhootha tha. Main gusse me thi … main …”
Vihaan ne interrupt kiya,
“Gussa? Tu kehti thi tu RAW ke liye kuch bhi kar legi. Par maine socha tu mere liye ek baar ruk legi.”
Aishani ne aankhon me tears le liye,
“Main ruk gayi thi andar se … par RAW meri rooh ban gaya tha. Mujhe lagta tha desh pehle hai … par ab lagta hai main human nahi rahi.”
Vihaan ka chehra soft hua ek moment ke liye, par phir phir stone ban gaya.
“Tere liye main criminal bana. Ab main sirf wo banda hoon jo tera reflection tod kar jaayega.”
The Fight for Closure
Suddenly ek blast sound aaya — RAW team ne outer perimeter storm kar liya tha.
Lights flicker kiye, machine sparks nikle.
Unke beech ek tension wali distance thi — pyaar aur nafrat ke beech ek meter.
Aishani ne bola,
“Tu chahta kya hai, Vihaan?”
Vihaan ne slow tone me kaha,
“Tere andar wo fear wapas lana jo tu mujhe de gayi thi.
Par ab lagta hai wo fear already tera hissa ban chuka hai.”
Woh aage badh kar uske saamne aaya.
Unke beech sirf rain ka veil tha.
“Ab ye chase khatam hai, Aishani. Ab sirf ek truth bacha hai — tu aur main kabhi enemy nahi the.”
Aishani ke haath ka trigger press hone wala tha … par usne ruk liya.
Unki aankhein milein — aur us moment me jitna gussa tha, utna pyaar bhi tha.
Parallel Hearts
Riya aur Rahul factory ke andar ghus chuke the, but door locked.
Inside, Vihaan aur Aishani ke voices echo kar rahe the.
Aishani ka voice:
“Tu mujhe marna chahta hai?”
Vihaan:
“Nahi. Main chahta hoon tu mujhe samjhe. Woh pain jo tu mujhe de gayi thi … ab woh tera teacher ban gaya hai.”
Lightning ne unke chehre ko roshan kiya — Aishani ke aansu aur Vihaan ke scars ek hi frame me.
“Main tujhse nafrat nahi karta, Aishani,” Vihaan ne kaha.
“Main bas tujhe yaad karne ka tareeka badal chuka hoon.”
Aishani ne whisper kiya,
“Aur main tujhe bhoolne ki koshish kar kar ke thak gayi hoon.”
Ek chhota pause … fir dono ne ek saath bola,
“Par ab bahut der ho gayi hai.”
The Ashes of Love
RAW team andar ghusti hai.
Sirens. Flashes.
Vihaan piche hat jata hai aur window ki taraf dekhta hai.
“Time up,” Aarav ki voice comm pe aati hai.
Aishani ek step aage badh kar bolti hai,
“Tu fir bhag raha hai?”
Vihaan turn karta hai, ek half-smile ke saath,
“Bhagta nahi hoon … sirf yaadon me rehne ka tariqa jaanta hoon.”
Wo smoke grenade chhodta hai — factory me white fog bhar jata hai.
Aishani uske aur bhagti hai, par sirf ek whisper sun paati hai:
“Goodbye, Agent A.”
Lights band.
Silence.
Jaise hi smoke clear hot i hai, Vihaan gayab.
Bas floor par ek silver crown pendant padha tha — aur uske neeche ek line:
“True love never dies … it just changes its name.”
Aishani us pendant ko uthati hai, aur tear drop hoti hai.
Woh softly bolti hai,
“Tu phir chala gaya … lekin is baar main dhoondh loongi.”
rain falls, sirens fade,
aur ek burning machine ke andar se silver reflection blink karta hai — kya woh Vihaan tha?
Nobody knows.
Chapter 46 — Storm of Fire
( The War Ignites)
“Jab pyaar aur badla ek hi dil me rehte hain,
to har dhadkan ek dhamaka ban jaati hai.”
The Aftermath
Factory ke andar ab sirf smoke aur silence bacha tha.
RAW team ne area secure kar liya tha,
par Vihaan ek baar fir hawa me ghaayab ho gaya tha —
sirf ek burning logo chhod gaya tha: Silver Crown.
Aishani us broken window ke paas khadi thi jahan se Vihaan gaya tha.
Rain ab bhi gir rahi thi,
aur uske aankhon se girta har aansu usi rhythm me mil gaya tha.
Riya aayi, “Ma’am, humne CCTV, drones, sab scan kar liya.
No trace.”
Aishani ne thandi awaaz me kaha,
“Wo hamesha trace nahi, message chhodta hai.
Jitna wo door jaata hai, utna kareeb lagta hai.”
Rahul ne bola,
“Government demanding answers, ma’am.
They’re calling this an act of terrorism.”
Aishani ne ek long breath li,
aur bola,
“Terrorism nahi, yeh ek unfinished love story ka next chapter hai.”
The King’s Return
Meanwhile, Jaipur Desert ke ek remote bunker me,
Vihaan ka temporary base activate ho gaya tha.
Aarav system check kar raha tha.
“Boss, RAW ne nationwide alert jari kar diya hai.
Unhe lagta hai aap India ke har corner me apna network faila chuke hain.”
Vihaan calmly bola,
“Lagta nahi, sach hai.”
Woh ek wall ke saamne khada tha jahan map of India glowing red dots se bhara tha —
ports, power grids, cyber units, RAW posts.
“System ko control karne ke liye system ke andar ghusna padta hai, Aarav.
Main ab unka nightmare ban chuka hoon.”
Aarav thoda hesitant tone me bola,
“Lekin boss, Aishani? She’s still chasing you.”
Vihaan ne cold smile di,
“Chase karne do.
Ab uske paas guilt hai, mere paas reason.
Guilt kabhi jeet nahi sakta.”
RAW on Red Alert
Next morning, RAW ke control room me red lights blink kar rahi thi.
Every system under cyber threat.
Phoenix virus ne unke communication channels jam kar diye the.
Riya ne chillaya,
“Ma’am! Har server crash kar raha hai.
Yeh koi normal hack nahi, yeh har code ka mirror bana raha hai!”
Aishani ne calmly bola,
“Vihaan khel nahi raha, yeh warning de raha hai.
Jab wo system ko todta hai, wo insaan ko test karta hai.”
Rahul ne bola,
“Ma’am, hum counter launch karte hain?”
Aishani ne aankhon me ek spark li aur kaha,
“Nahi. Ab hum uske code se ladenge,
uske rules ke hisaab se nahi — apne tareeke se.”
Woh ek terminal ke paas gayi,
aur ek purana code run kiya — RAW’s forgotten project: Falcon.
Wo ek silent defence AI tha jo Vihaan ne kabhi design kiya tha, jab wo unke saath tha.
“Agar wo mera dushman ban gaya hai,
to uske khud ke code se usse haraungi.”
The Message in Fire
Same night.
India ke North border par ek old radio tower blast hua — no casualties.
Par tower ke peeche wall pe likha tha:
“I’m home.”
Aishani ne site par visit kiya,
aur rubble ke beech ek chhota USB mila —
uske andar ek audio clip:
“Tu ab bhi system ke peeche chhupi hai, Aishani.
Main aag ban gaya hoon.
Jo mujhe chhoo lega, jal jaayega.”
Aishani ne clip band ki, aur whisper kiya,
“Toh main bhi aag ban jaungi.”
Two Fires, One Storm
Dubai se Jaipur, Jaipur se Delhi tak har jagah chaos tha.
Media reports bol rahe the — “India under invisible attack.”
Government confused thi.
Par Aishani aur RAW jaante the — ye koi war nahi, ye conversation thi.
Aishani RAW HQ ke terrace pe khadi thi,
aur uske saamne sky lightning se bhara tha.
Usne comm me bola,
“Activate Project Falcon.
Mission codename: Operation Reignite.”
Rahul ne poocha,
“Objective?”
Aishani ne cold voice me kaha,
“Capture the King.”
The Storm
Next day, Delhi outskirts — ek industrial zone.
Baarish aur smoke ek saath mil rahe the.
RAW ki convoys surround kar chuki thi pura area.
Aishani ne headset pe bola,
“Team ready. Target confirmation in 30 seconds.”
Drone footage me ek silhouette dikhayi diya —
tall, calm, walking through the rain.
Vihaan Arya.
Riya ne bola, “It’s him, ma’am!”
Aishani ne deep breath li.
“Don’t fire.
This one’s mine.”
Woh slow motion me uske taraf badh rahi thi,
aur Vihaan bhi seedha uski aankhon me dekhte hue aage aa raha tha.
Lightning ne unke beech ka distance illuminate kiya —
aur world ek second ke liye ruk gaya.
“Tu aa gayi,” Vihaan ne bola.
“Mujhe laga tha guilt tujhe rok lega.”
Aishani ne jawab diya,
“Guilt nahi rokta, Vihaan.
Par pyaar kabhi kabhi direction badal deta hai.”
Rain aur thunder ke beech dono ek dusre ke saamne khade the —
ek taraf revenge, dusri taraf redemption.
Aur aasman garaj raha tha —
jaise khud taqdeer keh rahi ho,
“Ab storm shuru ho gaya hai.”
Chapter 47 — Face to Face
(The Collision of Two Souls)
“Jab do tootey dil samne aate hain,
duniya ko lagta hai ladai ho rahi hai…
par asal me dono sirf shanti dhoond rahe hote hain.”
The Battlefield of Rain
Raat ke 3:12 baje, Delhi ke industrial outskirts me baarish ne sab kuch dhundhla kar diya tha.
RAW ke convoys silent mode me ready the.
Sab eyes locked on one target — The King.
Par Aishani ke liye yeh mission nahi tha, yeh taqdeer thi.
Usne comm hataya, aur team ko order diya,
“No interference.
Jo bhi hoga, yahan hi khatam hoga.”
Woh slowly steel walkway par chali —
boots ki awaaz, baarish ke drops aur door se ek piano ki halki tone —
sab ek hi rhythm me mil gaye the.
Aur wahan, uske samne,
ek shadow ne shape li — black coat, calm expression, eyes full of storm.
Vihaan Arya.
10 saal ke sawal, 10 saal ka silence, aur ek second ka distance.
“Finally,” Vihaan ne kaha, “Agent A… ya Aishani Rao?”
Aishani ne cold voice me kaha,
“Aaj dono ek hi insaan hain — woh jise tune banaya.”
Words Like Bullets
Wind garaj rahi thi.
Baarish unke beech ek invisible wall jaisi gir rahi thi.
Vihaan ne slow steps liye.
“Tu mujhe dhoondh rahi thi, aur main tujhe.
Par tu samajh nahi paayi — main kabhi chhupa hi nahi tha.
Main wahi tha jahan tu mujhe chod kar gayi thi — tere faisle ke peeche.”
Aishani ne jawab diya,
“Main ne tujhe jail bheja tha kyunki mujhe laga tu RAW ke khilaaf gaya.
Mujhe laga duty sabse bada pyaar hai.
Par aaj samajh aaya — duty bina insaaniyat ke sirf ek cage hai.”
Vihaan ki aankhon me wohi hurt chamka jo kabhi bachpan me tha.
“Aur main ne apna pyaar khud se maar diya, taaki tu hamesha yaad kare.
Ab tu yaad karti hai na, Agent A?”
Aishani ne aankhon me aansu lekar kaha,
“Haan, Vihaan. Har din, har saans.”
Silence.
Ek lightning flash — dono ke chehre ek hi light me.
The Clash
Suddenly ek explosion hua building ke peeche — RAW team aur Phoenix agents takra gaye the.
Bahar gunfire, andar emotional fire.
Vihaan ne gun nikali,
“Tu chaahe jitna bhi pyaar kar le, tu RAW ka hissa hai.
System kabhi change nahi hota.”
Aishani ne bhi pistol raise ki,
“Aur tu chahe jitna bhi dard jale, tu khud wo system ban gaya hai.”
Dono ek dusre pe aim karte hain.
Rain ke beech gun barrels tremble karte hain — na fear se, na hate se,
par emotion se.
“Shoot, Aishani,” Vihaan kehta hai, “yehi toh teri training hai.”
“Nahi,” woh kehti hai, “ab training nahi, dil bolta hai.”
A sudden thunder ke saath dono ke haath hilte hain —
ek shot fire hota hai.
Echo. Silence. Smoke.
Dono shocked rehte hain — bullet kisi ko nahi lagi,
bas ek pillar me ghus gayi.
“Dekha?” Vihaan kehta hai.
“Tu mujhe maar nahi sakti.”
Aishani dheere se kehti hai,
“Aur tu mujhe ignore nahi kar sakta.”
4. The Breakdown
Lightning ke flash me Vihaan ka chehra nazar aaya —scars, pain aur ek calm acceptance.
“Main mar chuka hoon, Aishani,” usne kaha.
“Bas yeh body chal rahi hai.
Tu aayi thi mujhe pakadne, par ab main chaahta hoon tu mujhe samajh le.”
Aishani ek step aage badh kar boli,
“Main tujhe kabhi samajh nahi paayi.
Jab tu mujhe pyaar karta tha, maine tujhe ignore kiya.
Jab tu mujhe dard diya, maine tujhe samajhne ki koshish ki.
Par ab main samajh gayi hoon — hum dono galat the.”
Vihaan ke lips se ek almost-smile nikalti hai.
“Toh kya ab maafi mil sakti hai?”
Aishani dheere se kehti hai,
“Maafi nahi, par shanti mil sakti hai.”
The Storm Inside
Bahar gunfire band ho gayi thi.
Rain aur thunder ke beech sirf un dono ke dilon ki dhadkane sunai de rahi thi.
Vihaan ne apna weapon floor par gira diya.
“Main thak gaya hoon, Aishani.
10 saal se sirf dard collect kiya hai.
Ab agar kuch bacha hai, toh sirf tu.”
Aishani ne gun neeche rakha aur bola,
“Aur main bhi thak gayi hoon tujhe chase karte karte.
Ab bas tu wapas aa jaa, Vihaan.”
Ek pause.
Ek deep breath.
Vihaan ne aankhen bandh ki.
“Wapas?
Wapas kahaan, Aishani?
Jahan se maine shuru kiya tha, wahan sab kuch jal chuka hai.”
Aishani ke tears baarish me ghul gaye.
“Toh mujhe bhi jala le saath.”
Vihaan ne aankhen kholi —
aur unme wo warmth thi jo kabhi nahi gayi thi.
“Tu hamesha meri aag thi, Aishani.
Bas ab tu samajh gayi.”
The End of Silence
Suddenly HQ se voice crack aayi —
“Ma’am, backup arrived! Extraction ready!”
Par Aishani ne headset fenk diya.
“No. This ends here.”
Vihaan ek step peeche gaya, balcony edge par khada hua.
Lightning ke flash me uska silhouette ek myth lag raha tha —
half man, half shadow.
Usne halka sa smile diya,
“Aishani… agar kabhi mujhe yaad kare,
to mujhe villain nahi, woh insaan samajhna jise sirf tu chahiye thi.”
Aishani chillayi, “Vihaan, ruk ja!”
Par woh sirf hawa me ek line chhod gaya —
“Storms don’t stop, Aishani… woh bas direction badalte hain.”
Aur ek flash ke saath woh shadow vanish ho gaya.
Rain thodi der tak aur tez hui,
fir halki pad gayi — jaise aasman ne khud sigh liya ho.
Aishani neeche baithi, uske haath me wohi silver crown pendant tha.
Usne whisper kiya,
“The King never dies…”
Uski aankhen band ho gayi,
rain, smoke aur ek silent echo:
“The war is over… but love remains.”
Chapter 48 — The Vanish King
( Love Meets Its End in Silence)
“Kabhi kabhi pyaar aur nafrat ek hi trigger ke do siray hote hain —
farq sirf itna hota hai, kis taraf se goli chalti hai.”
The Night of Reckoning
Raat ka sky charcoal tha — hawa me ek ajeeb sa pressure.
Warehouse ke andar sirf ek heartbeat thi, aur woh dono ke beech dhadak rahi thi.
Metal ki smell, baarish ka echo, aur ek gun ki thandi chamak.
Aishani darwaze par khadi thi, uniform se zyada guilt me bheegi hui.
Aur saamne, ek shadow — calm, composed, lethal — Vihaan Arya.
Uske coat se paani tapak raha tha, par aankhon me aag thi.
Wo aise khada tha jaise maut ka invitation likh raha ho.
Vihaan (softly): “Tu aa gayi… mujhe laga tu kabhi nahi aayegi.”
Aishani: “Aayi hoon, khatam karne — ya shayad samajhne.”
Ek second ka silence.
Baarish ke boond ne floor pe ek rhythm banayi — jaise time ne apne steps count karne shuru kar diye.
The Confrontation
Aishani ne ek kadam aage badhaya, gun steady.
“Ye sab khatam kar, Vihaan.
Jo tune banaya, usse khud hi tod de.”
Vihaan ne thoda muskura kar kaha,
“Tu chahti hai main surrender kar doon?
Us system ke saamne, jise tune mere khilaf weapon banaya?”
Usne apne gun ka safety unlock kiya — click —
woh chhoti si awaaz room me thunder jaisi lagi.
Aishani ne gun raise kiya, aankhon me aansu aur command dono.
“Main tujhe marna nahi chahti… par agar tune kuch aur kiya…”
Vihaan: “Toh tu wahi karegi jo system chahta hai — mujhe mita degi.”
(pause) “Par Aishani, main mita nahi jaata.”
Woh ek kadam aur aage aaya.
Ab dono ke beech sirf do gun aur unke beech ka past tha.
Flashback —
Young cadets, ek medal ceremony, Vihaan ke claps sabse loud.
Ek terrace jahan dono ne stars gine the aur kaha tha — “Ek din hum dono RAW me honge.”
Present me lightning chamki — dono ke faces ek frame me aaye.
Tears, scars, aur silence.
The Words That Bleed
Vihaan ne gun uthaya — seedha Aishani ke chest par aim.
Aankhon me pain, par haath steady.
Vihaan: “Tumne mujhe jhoote case me band kiya tha, Aishani…”
“Ab main apne haathon se apni azaadi likh raha hoon.”
Aishani ka dil ruk gaya.
Usne whisper kiya,
“Vihaan, please… don’t.”
Ek tear nikla — nafrat aur pyaar ka milan tha woh.
Vihaan ne trigger tak finger le gayi… par woh ruk gayi.
Uske haath kaanp rahe the, jaise yaadon ne uska control chhin liya ho.
Aishani ne gun neeche kar diya, aankhon me sirf dard tha.
“Main ne tujhe kabhi dushman nahi samjha, Vihaan.
Main bas galat waqt me sahi banna chahti thi.”
Vihaan ne uske aankhon me dekha — saalon ke guilt aur mohabbat ka samundar.
Phir ek halki si smile, jisme peace bhi tha aur pain bhi.
Vihaan: “Tu ne mujhe band kiya…
ab main khud ko azaad kar raha hoon.”
Aur ek loud click ke saath —
ek flash of light.
Sab kuch slow motion me gaya.
Rain ke drops hawa me freeze hue, Aishani ka scream hawa me gunj gaya.
Vihaan ka body halki si pitch hua — jaise hawa ne uska balance le liya.
The Moment That Broke Time
Aishani daudi.
Usne Vihaan ke haath pakde, aankhon me disbelief.
“Vihaan! Nahi… tumhe aisa karne ka haq nahi tha!”
Vihaan ne halki sa smile di — aankhon me shanti.
“At least now… tu mujhe yaad rakhegi.”
Aishani ne uska face apni god me liya.
Uske haath se slip hota warmth, uske aansu me ghul gaya.
“Nahi, Vihaan… tum mujhe phir se chhod ke nahi ja sakte.”
Uske lips me halki si movement, ek saans, aur phir silence.
Ek silence jo sirf sound nahi, ek emotion tha —
ek kahani ka thama hua waqt.
The Disappearance
Riya aur Rahul andar aaye — comms crackle kar rahe the.
“Ma’am! Medic inbound!”
Par jab light flickered aur smoke clear hui —
Vihaan wahan nahi tha.
Bas blood, broken glass aur ek silver crown pendant.
Aishani ka heartbeat ruk gaya.
“No… no, yeh nahi ho sakta…”
Rahul ne shoulder par haath rakha,
“Ma’am… he’s gone.”
Aishani ne pendant uthaya — uske haath me thoda sa blood aur rain tha.
Usne dheere se kaha,
“He was never gone… he just disappears.”
Next morning.RAW ne headline release ki:
“The King is Dead.”
Aishani ne apna badge table pe rakha.
“Main resign kar rahi hoon.”
Director Goyal ne poocha,
“Aur reason?”
Aishani: “Because kabhi kabhi truth uniform me fit nahi hota.”
Raat ko woh ek terrace par khadi thi — wahi jahan dono ne kabhi stars ginne ka sapna dekha tha.
Hawa me ek halki si khushbu thi — wohi perfume.
Usne palat kar dekha — koi nahi.
Ek paper hawa me udta aaya aur uske pairon ke paas gira.
Aishani ne usse uthaya.
Us par likha tha:
“The King never dies.
He just disappears.”
Aishani ne aankhen band ki, ek tear nikla, aur lips par ek faint smile aayi.
Sky pe stars blink kar rahe the —
aur ek rooftop pe shadow chalti hui gayab ho gayi.
Vihaan voice
“Hum sirf do kirdar the ek kahani ke, Aishani…
kahani ab bhi chal rahi hai.”
( Jab Har Girawat Ek Uthaan Ka Aagaaz Ban Jaaye)
“Kabhi kabhi zindagi kisi goli se nahi,
ek khamoshi se ruk jaati hai.”
The Silence After
Baarish ab ruk gayi thi…
par hawa ab bhi Vihaan ke naam se bhari thi.
Warehouse ka floor ab sirf echoes se bhara tha —
sirens, comm signals, aur beech me Aishani ka todta hua saans.
Woh us jagah khadi thi jahan kuch der pehle Vihaan tha…
par ab sirf uska blood aur pendant tha.
Aishani ne dheere se us pendant ko uthaya —
silver crown, jisme uska reflection distort ho gaya tha.
Usne aankhen band ki aur fुसफुसाई,
“Tu gaya nahi, Vihaan… tu mujhme bas gaya hai.”
Riya aur Rahul door se approach kar rahe the,
par un dono ne Aishani ke chehre pe woh expression dekha —
na gussa, na shock, bas woh thanda sukoon jo tab aata hai
jab insaan ro chuka ho andar se.
“Ma’am,” Rahul ne kaha, “Team clear kar chuki hai area… but his body—”
“Mat bol,” Aishani ne interrupt kiya. “Wo kahaniyaan jinki body mil jaati hai, wo kahaniyaan nahi hoti.”
The Hospital Corridor
Next scene — bright white light, antiseptic smell.
RAW ka private facility.
Aishani ek bench pe baithi thi, blank stare me lost.
Riya uske paas coffee rakhti hai — untouched.
Rahul chhupke se kuch bolta hai,
“Woh zinda bhi ho sakta hai, ma’am. We don’t have proof he’s dead.”
Aishani ne aankhon se uski taraf dekha,
“Proof sirf system ko chahiye hota hai, Rahul.
Mujhe sirf ehsaas chahiye.”
Usne apne haath me woh paper clutch kiya hua tha —
The King never dies. He just disappears.
Rahul ne bola, “Agar yeh message usne chhoda hai… to wo kahin zinda hai.”
Aishani ne aankhon me halki si muskaan li,
“Ya phir uska shadow mera peecha nahi chhod raha.”
The Flashback
Flashback — cadet days.
Sunny afternoon, training ground, Vihaan aur Aishani ek competition me.
Vihaan (laughing): “Har jeet me tu shine karti hai, Aishani.
Par kabhi haar gayi, to main tujhse zyada pareshaan ho jaunga.”
Aishani (smiling): “Main kabhi nahi haarungi, Vihaan.”
Present me flashback cut hota hai.
Aishani ke aankhon se ek tear nikalta hai.
“Aur tu jeet gaya… main haar gayi.”
The RAW Report
Do din baad.
RAW HQ me ek emergency meeting.
Director Goyal ne announce kiya,
“Operation Phoenix — Terminated.
Target: The King — Confirmed Dead.”
Files close ho gayi, aur duniya ne ek aur name history me daal diya.
Aishani ne apna ID badge utara aur table par rakha.
“Main resign kar rahi hoon.”
Goyal ne hairani se poocha,
“Rao, this was your life! You can’t just—”
Aishani ka jawab steady tha,
“Sir, jab zindagi khud apni kahani badal le,
to uniform sirf ek costume ban jaata hai.”
Woh palat kar chali gayi,
aur poora HQ uske footsteps ke echo me kho gaya.
The Storm Inside
Raat ko Aishani apne flat ke terrace pe khadi thi.
Sky clear tha, lekin andar andhera.
Usne pendant nikala, haath me pakda aur bola,
“Tu gaya nahi, Vihaan…
tu toh bas kahani likhne gaya hai.”
Hawa tez chalne lagi, paper fly hua — wahi message wala paper.
Usne dekha —
likha tha, “He just disappears.”
Ek halka sa smile,
ek aansu, aur ek line uske lips pe:
“Toh main bhi disappear ho jaungi… system se, duniya se.
Sirf sach ke peeche.”
The New Beginning
Agli subah.
RAW circular me likha tha:
“Agent Aishani Rao – Resigned. Clearance Approved.”
Par uske andar likha ek note sirf ek person ko bheja gaya — Rahul.
“Main ja rahi hoon uski kahani poori karne.
Agar main na wapas aayi, toh samajhna…
main uske paas pahunch gayi.”
Rahul ne woh letter band kiya,
usne aasman ki taraf dekha,
aur bola,
“Vihaan Arya… kahani ab bhi teri hi chal rahi hai.”
Aishani ek train me safar karti hai,
Vihaan ke city ke ruins se guzarti hai,
snow fall, mountain pass,
aur ek shadow door se usse dekhta hai.
Uski aankhon me wohi familiar calmness.
the shadow’s hand —
ek silver ring, same crown symbol.
Vihaan’s voice uske man main
“Main gaya nahi tha, Aishani.
Bas ek nayi kahani likh raha hoon —
jisme tu hero hai.”
Aishani window se dekhti hai, smile karti hai,
aur whisper karti hai,
“Phir milenge, King.”
( Jab Ant Bhi Ek Nayi Shuruaat Ban Gaya)
“Kuch raaje marte nahi… wo sirf kisse ban jate hain jo raat me fुसफुसाते hain.”
The Headline
Subah ke news channel me sirf ek line chal rahi thi —
“The King is Dead.”
Screens blink kar rahi thi, reporters confident tone me bol rahe the,
RAW official statement ready thi.
Par kahani ke andar ek aur kahani thi — jo abhi kisi file me likhi nahi thi.
Aishani HQ ke bahar khadi thi, hands folded, eyes steady.
Rain ruki thi par hawa me ab bhi uska naam tha — Vihaan Arya.
Director Goyal andar aaya aur bola,
“Agent Rao, you did your duty. The mission is complete.”
Aishani ne seedha dekha,
“Sir, kabhi kabhi duty jeet jaati hai, par insaan haar jaata hai.”
Usne apna RAW badge table pe rakha, aur bas itna kaha,
“I’m done.”
The Empty Apartment
Us raat Aishani ghar aayi to andar sab chup tha.
Jo walls pehle certificates aur medals se bhare the ab sirf blank dikh rahe the.
Table pe ek photo frame tha — training days ka,
Vihaan aur wo medal ke saath khade hue hans rahe the.
Usne photo uthai, us par angutha fer ke bola,
“Tu jeet gaya Vihaan… main haar gayi.”
Phone pe messages flash kar rahe the — RAW, media, calls from Delhi HQ.
Usne sab mute kar diya.
Room me sirf pendant ka thanda sikka aur uska saans bacha tha.
The Rooftop of Memories
Agli subah.
Aishani usi terrace par chali gayi — wahi jahaan kabhi Vihaan ke saath stars ginne ka sapna dekha tha.
Sheher neeche gold light me nahaya tha, aur sky ekdum clear tha.
Usne apni pocket se silver crown pendant nikala, haath me bandh liya.
“Tujhe yaad hai, Vihaan?”
“Tu kehta tha — ‘Ek din hum dono ek hi aasmaan ke neeche apni kahani likhenge.’ ”
Hawa me ek perfume ki smell aayi — wohi jo sirf uske pass thi.
Aishani ne palat kar dekha — khaali terrace, ek moving shadow, aur silence.
Tab ek paper hawa me udta aaya aur uske pairon ke paas gir gaya.
Usne uthaya, aur dekha — ek familiar handwriting.
“The King never dies. He just disappears.”
Uske lips pe ek muskaan aayi, aankhon me aansu chamka.
Woh paper usne fold kiya aur pendant ke andar rakha.
“Phir se tu khel raha hai na, Vihaan?”
The Whispers in the City
Do hafton baad whispers phir aane lage.
Ek border town me kisi ne bola, “Silver Crown mark wala ek aadmi dekha tha.”
Kisi aur ne bola, “Himalayan monastery me ek naya visitor hai, naam nahi batata.”
Riya ne call kiya, > “Ma’am, yeh rumours fake bhi ho sakte hain.”
Aishani ne halki si hasi ke saath bola,
“Ya shayad truth ab rumour ban gaya hai.”
Us raat Aishani ne apni bag band ki, gun nahi li — sirf ek photo aur pendant.
“Agar wo kahin zinda hai, main usse dhoondh loongi.
Aur agar wo mar gaya hai, to main uski kahani zinda rakhoongi.”
The Letter
Ek din RAW HQ me Rahul ko ek sealed envelope mila.
Sender: No name.
Inside ek small note tha — sirf do lines:
“Main zinda hoon, par Vihaan nahi.
Aishani ko kehna — kahani ab uski hai.”
Rahul ne woh letter Aishani ko bhej diya.
Usne padha, aur bas itna bola,
“Toh tu chala gaya, King… lekin kahani chor gaya.”
Night.
Terrace phir se — same place, same stars.
Aishani ek white shirt me simple lag rahi thi, hair open, aankhon me ek nayi roshni.
She looked at the sky, smiled faintly aur kahaa,
“Tu kabhi gaya hi nahi, Vihaan. Bas parda gir gaya tha.”
Breeze chalti hai, paper flutter karta hai.
ek shadow dikhayi deti hai adjacent building par, coat me wrapped, silhouette ek dum familiar.
Background voice — Vihaan ka whisper:
“Hum kabhi alag nahi the, Aishani.
Main tera dark tha, tu meri roshni.”
stars twinkle, city blink karti hai, aur terrace par sirf Aishani ka smile….
( “Kahaniyaan Kabhi Khatam Nahi Hotin”)
“Waqt sab kuch mita deta hai,
par kuch logon ke nishaan waqt ke saath aur gehre ho jaate hain.”
Delhi — The Quiet Return
Paanch saal beet chuke the.
Delhi badal gayi thi — naye flyovers, naye log, naye headlines.
Par kuch chehre, kuch kahaniyaan ab bhi hawa me the.
RAW ke hall me ab ek new training batch tha.
Walls pe ek photograph lagi thi — “Operation Phoenix – Heroes of the Nation.”
Frame ke corner me do naam likhe the — Aishani Rao aur Vihaan Arya.
Cadets jab us photo ko dekhte, to hamesha koi na koi kehta —
“Kya woh dono sach me exist karte the?”
Aur instructor hamesha bolta,
“Legends don’t need proofs. Sirf stories unhe zinda rakhti hain.”
Aishani’s Life Now
Aishani ab RAW me nahi thi.
Usne ek private intel agency khol rakhi thi — “Falcon Rise” —
ek jagah jahan woh truth ke liye kaam karti thi, par apne tareeke se.
Uske office me ab koi medals nahi, sirf ek single frame tha —
us terrace ka jahan wo aur Vihaan kabhi stars ginne gaye the.
Uske desk pe wohi pendant rakha rehta tha — silver crown.
Har subah jab wo file kholti, us pendant ko chhoti si smile ke saath dekhti.
“Aaj bhi tu mere decisions me hai, Vihaan.”
Rahul ab uske saath tha — agency ka chief operations officer.
Unke beech ab ek silent understanding thi — na woh usse rokti, na wo usse jaane deta.
Unke mission kabhi chhote nahi hote the — corruption expose karna, shadow networks todna,
aur kabhi kabhi — Vihaan ke naam wale rumour ka peecha karna.
The Rumour Returns
Ek shaam, monsoon start hone se thoda pehle,
Rahul ne Aishani ke desk pe ek file rakhi.
“Yeh dekho… Himachal border pe ek new contact mila hai.
Code name: ‘Crown Ghost.’”
Aishani ne aankhon me ek halka sa sparkle liya.
“Crown Ghost?”
“Haan,” Rahul bola. “Locals keh rahe hain ek aadmi hai, jo smuggling gangs ke khilaf khud hi kaam karta hai.
Face kabhi clear nahi hua. Par har jagah ek symbol milta hai — silver crown.”
Aishani ne halki si muskaan di.
Usne pendant uthaya aur bola,
“Lagta hai… kahani khatam nahi hui.”
Rahul ne poocha,
“Jayen?”
Aishani ne khidki ke bahar dekha — baarish shuru ho gayi thi.
Usne smile ke saath kaha,
“Nahi Rahul, iss baar hum nahi… kahani khud chalke aayegi.”
The Mountain
snow covered valley,
ek solitary figure chalta hua — long coat, gloves, calm eyes.
Ek child uske paas aata hai aur kehta hai,
“Uncle, aap kaun ho?”
Woh muskurata hai,
aur bachche ke haath me ek chhoti si silver crown locket rakhta hai.
“Main ek kahani hoon, beta. Jise sirf waqt yaad rakhta hai.”
Woh bachcha haste hue kehta hai,
“Kahaniyaan toh mummy padhti hai raat ko.”
Vihaan thoda door jaake rukta hai,
sky ki taraf dekhta hai, aur whisper karta hai,
“Aur ek kahani ab bhi chal rahi hai, Aishani.”
Wind chalti hai — uske coat ke saath hawa me dust udti hai.
mountain, sky, aur uski shadow jo dhire-dhire dhund me gayab ho jaati hai.
5. The Letter
Ek hafte baad, Aishani ke office me ek sealed envelope aaya —koi return address nahi.
Inside ek single line thi:
“Some stories are not meant to end.
They just keep finding new pages.”
Usne woh letter close kiya,
aur khidki ke bahar dekha —
door kahin ek lightning chamki, aur uske reflection me ek familiar face ka illusion bana.
Aishani ne aankhon me aansu liye smile kiya,
“Toh tu ab bhi wahi hai, King.”
The Final Scene
Raat.
Terrace.
Sheher ke upar lightning, aur hawa me wohi khushbu —
Vihaan ke perfume ki.
Aishani aasmaan ki taraf dekhti hai,
aur halki awaaz me kehti hai,
“Main jaanti hoon tu kahin na kahin zinda hai.
Aur jab tak main saans le rahi hoon, teri kahani chalti rahegi.”
Usne uper dkha:
stars twinkling, clouds shifting.
Ek corner me shadow appear hoti hai — Vihaan ka silhouette.
Background me uski awaaz:
“Kahaniyaan likhne wale nahi marte, Aishani…
wo sirf piche hat jaate hain, taaki tum apna ending likh sako.”
Aishani aankhein band karti hai,
aur ek single tear girta hai —
raindrop ke saath milke disappear ho jaata hai.
THE END
FINAL INTRO:
VIHAAN ARYA — “The Boy Who Became The King”
First Appears: Chapter 1 — “Shadows of the City.”Ek simple ladka, jiske aankhon me sapna tha — RAW agent banne ka.
Sharp mind, calm heart, aur ek smile jo har competition me confident lagti thi.
Chapter 1 se 10 tak — wo ek dreamer tha.
Training ground me sabse fast runner, sabse honest cadet.
Uske saath thi Aishani Rao — uska rival aur confidant.
Phir Chapter 11 – 20 tak uska life ulta pad gaya.
Ek jhoota case, ek betrayal aur ek broken heart ne usko change kar diya.
Wahi Vihaan jo desh ke liye mar sakta tha, ab system ke khilaf zinda raha.
He became the King of Shadows — the Mafia who controlled chaos to expose truth.
By Chapter 30 — wo wapis aaya, par ab ek legend ban chuka tha.
Aur Chapter 50 tak wo sirf ek naam nahi raha — ek myth ban gaya jo kisi bhi corner me mehsoos hota tha.
“Main marta nahi, Aishani… main sirf kahani badal deta hoon.”
AISHANI RAO — “The Agent Who Chose Duty Over Love”
First Appears: Chapter 1 — RAW Training Base.Ek brilliant cadet jo emotions se zyada discipline pe bharosa karti thi.
Chapter 1–15 me wo ek leader ban rahi thi, strong, fearless, focused.
Vihaan uska friend, competitor aur unspoken love tha.
Lekin Chapter 16 – 20 me jab system ne decision manga,
Aishani ne apna dil nahi, uniform choose ki.
Usne Vihaan ko jhoote case me phansa kar RAW ke order follow kiye — aur apna pyaar kho diya.
Chapter 21 – 30 tak wo Vihaan ke bina ek machine ban gayi.
Par jab wo dobara uske saamne aaya (Chapter 30), to wo sirf shock nahi, apna past mehsoos kar rahi thi.
Chapters 31–40 me uske mind me Vihaan ke memories ghoomte rahe.
Aur Chapter 41 se aage — usne seekha ki pyaar ko daba kar koi jeet nahi hoti.
By Chapter 50 — wo sirf Agent Rao nahi rhi; wo ek symbol thi for truth and redemption.
“Mujhe lagta tha main system ke liye sahi thi… par system ne mujhe galat bana diya.”
RAHUL MEHTA — “The Protector”
First Appears: Chapter 3.Aishani ka team partner aur RAW ka field expert.
Unka bond brother-sister nahi tha, par respect aur silent love se bhara tha.
Chapter 10 – 20 me Rahul ne Aishani ko protect kiya jab Vihaan ka case open hua.
Usne hamesha socha ki Vihaan danger hai — kyunki usne sirf report dekha tha, uska dard nahi.
Chapter 48 me uska aur Vihaan ka fist fight — sirf punches nahi tha, wo Aishani ke aansoon ka explosion tha.
After Vihaan “vanished,” Rahul ban gaya Aishani ka anchor — Chapter 49 onwards uska faithful shadow.
“Main uske saath nahi tha kabhi… par main aaj bhi uske liye lad raha hoon.”
RIYA SHARMA — “The Tech Soul”
First Appears: Chapter 4.Cyber genius with a coffee mug and attitude.
Witty lines, quick thinking, aur sarcastic one-liners uska style the.
Chapter 15 – 25 me wo Aishani ki sabse close ally thi,
aur Vihaan ke ghost traces ko track kar rhi thi.
Usne hi pehla signal decode kiya tha jo batata tha ki “Vihaan never died.”
“Jitne bhi codes crack kiye, ek insaan ka dil ab tak encrypt raha.”
DIRECTOR GOYAL — “The System Itself”
First Appears: Chapter 2.RAW Chief, cold and calculating.
For him, patriotism was a spreadsheet.
Chapter 1–15 me mentor.
Chapter 16 – 25 me mastermind.
Chapter 30 onwards — symbol of corruption in the name of duty.
“System kabhi galat nahi hota… log galat soch lete hain.”
AARAV — “The Ghost Hand”
First Appears: Chapter 23.Vihaan ka loyal man, who ran his empire while world believed he was dead.
A silent shadow who appears and disappears without sound.
Sometimes protector, sometimes spy.
“King ko bachaane ke liye kisi ko King banana padta hai.”
MEERA ARYA — “The Mother Who Prayed For a Son and Got a Legend”
First Appears: Flashback in Chapter 33.Simple, religious woman. Raised Vihaan alone.
Her voice became his moral echo throughout the series.
“Pyaar bina duniya ka ek king bhi akela pad jata hai.”
THE PHOENIX NETWORK — “The Invisible Villain”
First Appears: Chapter 38.A hidden organization within RAW — played both sides.
They manipulated files, planted proofs, and pitted Aishani against Vihaan.
“Hum kisi ko use nahi karte — hum sirf choices banate hain.”
RAW TEAM ALPHA (Supporting Cast)
- Kabir Singh – Tactical Expert (Ch 12–20) — Vihaan ka mentor turned informant.
- Saira Patel – Sniper & Medic (Ch 22–28) — Riya ki closest friend.
- Colonel Roy – Old trainer (Ch 5–10) — Vihaan & Aishani ko warn kiya tha “Never mix love with war.”
VIHAAN × AISHANI — “The Fated Two”
From Chapter 1 to 50, they are the core orbit around which every event spins.Unka pyaar ek mission tha, unke bichhadna ek revolution.
Vihaan: “Main tera andhera hoon.”
Aishani: “Aur main teri roshni.”
Chapter 1–10 — innocence.
Chapter 11–25 — separation.
Chapter 26–40 — memories and madness.
Chapter 41–48 — truth, reunion, and vanishing.
Their bond created the myth of The Vanishing King.
AFTER THE FALL
Aishani runs Falcon Rise Agency.
Rahul is her partner in missions.
Riya operates from Dubai servers.
Director Goyal retired — officially.
And Vihaan? No one knows.
But every storm that rises in the intel world still carries one message in its wind:
“The King never dies.
He just disappears.”
The Story never ends……..
He just disappears.”
The Story never ends……..