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CHAPTER 1 — Rajwanshi Haveli Ka Shraap

Jaipur ke purane sheher ke beech, wadiyon aur patharon ke beech khadi thi Rajwanshi Haveli—ek aisi haveli jo sirf marble aur shaan se nahi, balki purkho ki virasat, shaktishaali naam aur raaz se bani thi. Haveli ke har kone me purane chandeliers ki roshni aur rangin jharokhe, saalon ke dard aur khushi ka sangam dikhate. Par is shaan ke peeche ek gehra andhera tha, jo sirf andar ke log mehsoos karte. Aur isi haveli ke andar paida hua tha Akshat Rajwanshi, ek beta jise shuru se hi parivaar ne “manhoos” kaha aur jiske liye pyaar kabhi nahi tha.

Akshat ka janam ek ajeeb sanket ban gaya. Bijli chamki, mandir ki ghantiyan tez bajti rahi, aur haveli ke bade jhoomar gir gaye. Dadi ne haath jodkar kaha, “Yeh baccha manhoos hai.” Papa ke chehre par gussa aur disappointment tha, maa Meera ke aankhon me dard, aur behno ki aankhen curiosity aur superiority se bhari. Isi shabd ne Akshat ke bachpan ko ek aisi kahani me tabdeel kar diya jo sirf nafrat, neglect aur emotional trauma se bhari thi.

Haveli ke har kona ek battlefield tha—jahaan har smile, har gesture aur har word Akshat ke liye ek test tha. Chhote chhote khilone, kapde, khana, sab kuch ek invisible hierarchy me tha, aur Akshat hamesha inferior position me tha. Uske liye sirf ek purana kone ka kamra aur ek adhoori duniya bach gayi thi.


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Rajwanshi Family Introduction

Dadaji Bhavdev Rajwanshi – Kathor aur strict, Rajwanshi business empire ke malik, sirf power aur izzat me vishwas karte.

Dadiji Sumitra Rajwanshi – Dharmik, superstition me puri, Akshat ko shuru se hi “ashubh” samajh baithi.

Papa Vikram Rajwanshi – Business ke king, ghar me hamesha cold, beta ki taraf kabhi bhi pyaar se nahi dekha.

Mummy Meera Rajwanshi – Apne beta ko pyaar dena chahti, par family pressure ke aage hamesha dabhi rahi.




Badi behen Mahima – Ego aur superiority se bhari, hamesha Akshat ko inferior feel karwati.



Chhoti behne Aarohi aur Vedika – Papa ki chhaya aur Akshat ke tormentors, har mauke par usse neecha dikhati.




Chacha Sharad aur Chachi Suman – Jealous aur har pal Akshat ko dhakka dete.

Cousins Raghav aur Dhruv – Sirf naam ke bhai, har baar superiority dikhate.



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Akshat ke bachpan ke din ek ajeeb struggle ban gaye. Jab wo chalna sikh raha tha, haveli ke har kone me uska swagat nahi hota tha. Usse khane ki plate alag milti, kapde purane aur ghis chuke hote, aur gifts aur khilone sirf behno aur cousins ke liye hote. Uska kamra ek chhota, thanda aur andhera kona tha, jahan wo aksar chupkar baith kar apni maa ki muskaan aur pyaar ka khumaar mehsoos karta.

Har din, cousins aur behno ke tanz aur insults se bharpoor hota. Mahima aksar bolti, “Tu humare ghar ka shraap hai,” aur Aarohi aur Vedika hamesha chhupkar uske khilone tod deti. Chacha aur Chachi uske har prayas ko ridicule karte, aur papa ka bas ek hi look—disappointment—Akshat ke andar ki chhoti si khushi bhi chura leta. Dadi ke thande shabd aur constant warnings ne uske bachpan ko aur bhi dard bhara bana diya. Haveli ke har kone me usse lagta ki koi bhi jagah safe nahi hai, har activity aur har smile ek reminder tha ki wo sirf ek burden hai.

Akshat ki maa Meera, apne beta ko pyaar dene ki koshish karti, lekin family ke pressure aur expectations ke aage hamesha haar jaati. Uski aankhon me aansu aur dard hamesha chhupa rehta, jab bhi wo Akshat ke liye stand lene ki koshish karti. Aur Akshat, chhote dil me sirf ek cheez chahta tha—ek chhota sa pyar, ek chhota sa gesture jo bata sake ki wo safe hai. Lekin haveli ke andar, har corner aur har chehra usse yehi sikhaata ki uski jagah nahi hai.


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Parties aur celebrations me Akshat ka haal aur bhi dukhbhara hota. Ek din haveli me ek bada business celebration hua—lights, rangoli, stage aur mehmaan ke flashes se pura aangan jagmagaya. Sabko shaan aur izzat dikh rahi thi, par Akshat ko kitchen ke peeche store room me band kar diya gaya. Wo sirf deewar se deewar tak dekh sakta tha, aur uske andar ka dard uski aankhon se jhalak raha tha. Mehmaan aur family sab apni duniya me mast, aur Akshat sirf ek invisible observer. Us raat, uske chhote dil me pehli baar nafrat ka beej uga—apne hi ghar walon ke liye.

Akshat ke andar ek ajeeb si awareness bhi aane lagi. Wo observe karta—kis tarah log power aur respect ki calculation karte hain, kaun inferior feel kar raha hai, kaun sirf shaan aur dikhawa me busy hai. Uski chhoti si soch me ek plan ka shor tha, ek din ka iraada—ye ghar aur ye log, sab samjhenge ki ek manhoos ke peeche bhi shakti aur takat hoti hai.

Har raat, wo haveli ke terrace par khada hota, hawa aur chandni ke beech apne andar ki shakti ko feel karta. Har phool, har stone ka touch, har mandir ka diya, uske liye ek signal tha—ye zindagi sirf uski nahi, balki ek aise mission ki shuruat hai jo duniya ke samne sab kuch reveal karegi. Uski aankhon me ek silent fire jalta, jo nafrat, determination aur courage se bana tha.

Bachpan ka har dard, har neglect aur har insult uske andar ek ajeeb discipline aur awareness la raha tha. Akshat silently seekh raha tha—kis tarah log weak ko underestimate karte hain, aur kaise ek chhoti si chalaki aur observation se ek bacha apne aapko prepare kar sakta hai. Ye sirf survival ka shuruati daur tha, jahan har look, har word, har gesture uske liye ek lesson ban gaya.

Is tarah, Akshat ka bachpan ek ajeeb mix tha—nafrat, isolation, emotional trauma aur silent observation ka. Har roz, uske andar ka fire aur bhi strong hota gaya. Har rejection usse aur proactive aur aware bana raha tha. Aur ye hi uski kahani ka pehla adhyay tha—ek bachcha jise apne hi ghar ne tod diya, par jo ek din duniya ko hila dega.



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CHAPTER 1 — Rajwanshi Haveli Ka Shraap

Jaipur ke purane sheher ke beech, wadiyon aur patharon ke beech khadi thi Rajwanshi Haveli—ek aisi haveli jo sirf marble aur shaan se nahi, balki purkho ki virasat, shaktishaali naam aur raaz se bani thi. Haveli ke har kone me purane chandeliers ki roshni aur rangin jharokhe, saalon ke dard aur khushi ka sangam dikhate. Par is shaan ke peeche ek gehra andhera tha, jo sirf andar ke log mehsoos karte. Aur isi haveli ke andar paida hua tha Akshat Rajwanshi, ek beta jise shuru se hi parivaar ne “manhoos” kaha aur jiske liye pyaar kabhi nahi tha.

Akshat ka janam ek ajeeb sanket ban gaya. Bijli chamki, mandir ki ghantiyan tez bajti rahi, aur haveli ke bade jhoomar gir gaye. Dadi ne haath jodkar kaha, “Yeh baccha manhoos hai.” Papa ke chehre par gussa aur disappointment tha, maa Meera ke aankhon me dard, aur behno ki aankhen curiosity aur superiority se bhari. Isi shabd ne Akshat ke bachpan ko ek aisi kahani me tabdeel kar diya jo sirf nafrat, neglect aur emotional trauma se bhari thi.

Haveli ke har kona ek battlefield tha—jahaan har smile, har gesture aur har word Akshat ke liye ek test tha. Chhote chhote khilone, kapde, khana, sab kuch ek invisible hierarchy me set tha, aur Akshat hamesha inferior position me tha. Uske liye sirf ek purana kone ka kamra aur ek adhoori duniya bach gayi thi.


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Rajwanshi Family Introduction

Dadaji Bhavdev Rajwanshi – Kathor aur strict, Rajwanshi business empire ke malik, sirf power aur izzat me vishwas karte.

Dadiji Sumitra Rajwanshi – Dharmik, superstition me puri, Akshat ko shuru se hi “ashubh” samajh baithi.

Papa Vikram Rajwanshi – Business ke king, ghar me hamesha cold, beta ki taraf kabhi bhi pyaar se nahi dekha.

Mummy Meera Rajwanshi – Apne beta ko pyaar dena chahti, par family pressure ke aage hamesha dabhi rahi.

Badi behen Mahima – Ego aur superiority se bhari, hamesha Akshat ko inferior feel karwati.

Chhoti behne Aarohi aur Vedika – Papa ki chhaya aur Akshat ke tormentors, har mauke par usse neecha dikhati.

Chacha Sharad aur Chachi Suman – Jealous aur har pal Akshat ko dhakka dete.

Cousins Raghav aur Dhruv – Sirf naam ke bhai, har baar superiority dikhate.



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Akshat ke bachpan ke din ek ajeeb struggle ban gaye. Jab wo chalna sikh raha tha, haveli ke har kone me uska swagat nahi hota tha. Usse khane ki plate alag milti, kapde purane aur ghis chuke hote, aur gifts aur khilone sirf behno aur cousins ke liye hote. Uska kamra ek chhota, thanda aur andhera kona tha, jahan wo aksar chupkar baith kar apni maa ki muskaan aur pyaar ka khumaar mehsoos karta.

Har din, cousins aur behno ke tanz aur insults se bharpoor hota. Mahima aksar bolti, “Tu humare ghar ka shraap hai,” aur Aarohi aur Vedika hamesha chhupkar uske khilone tod deti. Chacha aur Chachi uske har prayas ko ridicule karte, aur papa ka bas ek hi look—disappointment—Akshat ke andar ki chhoti si khushi bhi chura leta. Dadi ke thande shabd aur constant warnings ne uske bachpan ko aur bhi dard bhara bana diya. Haveli ke har kone me usse lagta ki koi bhi jagah safe nahi hai, har activity aur har smile ek reminder tha ki wo sirf ek burden hai.

Akshat ki maa Meera, apne beta ko pyaar dene ki koshish karti, lekin family ke pressure aur expectations ke aage hamesha haar jaati. Uski aankhon me aansu aur dard hamesha chhupa rehta, jab bhi wo Akshat ke liye stand lene ki koshish karti. Aur Akshat, chhote dil me sirf ek cheez chahta tha—ek chhota sa pyar, ek chhota sa gesture jo bata sake ki wo safe hai. Lekin haveli ke andar, har corner aur har chehra usse yehi sikhaata ki uski jagah nahi hai.


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Parties aur celebrations me Akshat ka haal aur bhi dukhbhara hota. Ek din haveli me ek bada business celebration hua—lights, rangoli, stage aur mehmaan ke flashes se pura aangan jagmagaya. Sabko shaan aur izzat dikh rahi thi, par Akshat ko kitchen ke peeche store room me band kar diya gaya. Wo sirf deewar se deewar tak dekh sakta tha, aur uske andar ka dard uski aankhon se jhalak raha tha. Mehmaan aur family sab apni duniya me mast, aur Akshat sirf ek invisible observer. Us raat, uske chhote dil me pehli baar nafrat ka beej uga—apne hi ghar walon ke liye.

Akshat ke andar ek ajeeb si awareness bhi aane lagi. Wo observe karta—kis tarah log power aur respect ki calculation karte hain, kaun inferior feel kar raha hai, kaun sirf shaan aur dikhawa me busy hai. Uski chhoti si soch me ek plan ka shor tha, ek din ka iraada—ye ghar aur ye log, sab samjhenge ki ek manhoos ke peeche bhi shakti aur takat hoti hai.

Har raat, wo haveli ke terrace par khada hota, hawa aur chandni ke beech apne andar ki shakti ko feel karta. Har phool, har stone ka touch, har mandir ka diya, uske liye ek signal tha—ye zindagi sirf uski nahi, balki ek aise mission ki shuruat hai jo duniya ke samne sab kuch reveal karegi. Uski aankhon me ek silent fire jalta, jo nafrat, determination aur courage se bana tha.

Bachpan ka har dard, har neglect aur har insult uske andar ek ajeeb discipline aur awareness la raha tha. Akshat silently seekh raha tha—kis tarah log weak ko underestimate karte hain, aur kaise ek chhoti si chalaki aur observation se ek bacha apne aapko prepare kar sakta hai. Ye sirf survival ka shuruati daur tha, jahan har look, har word, har gesture uske liye ek lesson ban gaya.

Is tarah, Akshat ka bachpan ek ajeeb mix tha—nafrat, isolation, emotional trauma aur silent observation ka. Har roz, uske andar ka fire aur bhi strong hota gaya. Har rejection usse aur proactive aur aware bana raha tha. Aur ye hi uski kahani ka pehla adhyay tha—ek bachcha jise apne hi ghar ne tod diya, par jo ek din duniya ko hila dega.



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CHAPTER 1 — Rajwanshi Haveli Ka Shraap

Jaipur ke purane sheher ke beech, wadiyon aur patharon ke beech khadi thi Rajwanshi Haveli—ek aisi haveli jo sirf marble aur shaan se nahi, balki purkho ki virasat, shaktishaali naam aur raaz se bani thi. Haveli ke har kone me purane chandeliers ki roshni aur rangin jharokhe, saalon ke dard aur khushi ka sangam dikhate. Par is shaan ke peeche ek gehra andhera tha, jo sirf andar ke log mehsoos karte. Aur isi haveli ke andar paida hua tha Akshat Rajwanshi, ek beta jise shuru se hi parivaar ne “manhoos” kaha aur jiske liye pyaar kabhi nahi tha.

Akshat ka janam ek ajeeb sanket ban gaya. Bijli chamki, mandir ki ghantiyan tez bajti rahi, aur haveli ke bade jhoomar gir gaye. Dadi ne haath jodkar kaha, “Yeh baccha manhoos hai.” Papa ke chehre par gussa aur disappointment tha, maa Meera ke aankhon me dard, aur behno ki aankhen curiosity aur superiority se bhari. Isi shabd ne Akshat ke bachpan ko ek aisi kahani me tabdeel kar diya jo sirf nafrat, neglect aur emotional trauma se bhari thi.

Haveli ke har kona ek battlefield tha—jahaan har smile, har gesture aur har word Akshat ke liye ek test tha. Chhote chhote khilone, kapde, khana, sab kuch ek invisible hierarchy me set tha, aur Akshat hamesha inferior position me tha. Uske liye sirf ek purana kone ka kamra aur ek adhoori duniya bach gayi thi.


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Rajwanshi Family Introduction

Dadaji Bhavdev Rajwanshi – Kathor aur strict, Rajwanshi business empire ke malik, sirf power aur izzat me vishwas karte.

Dadiji Sumitra Rajwanshi – Dharmik, superstition me puri, Akshat ko shuru se hi “ashubh” samajh baithi.

Papa Vikram Rajwanshi – Business ke king, ghar me hamesha cold, beta ki taraf kabhi bhi pyaar se nahi dekha.

Mummy Meera Rajwanshi – Apne beta ko pyaar dena chahti, par family pressure ke aage hamesha dabhi rahi.

Badi behen Mahima – Ego aur superiority se bhari, hamesha Akshat ko inferior feel karwati.

Chhoti behne Aarohi aur Vedika – Papa ki chhaya aur Akshat ke tormentors, har mauke par usse neecha dikhati.

Chacha Sharad aur Chachi Suman – Jealous aur har pal Akshat ko dhakka dete.

Cousins Raghav aur Dhruv – Sirf naam ke bhai, har baar superiority dikhate.



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Akshat ke bachpan ke din ek ajeeb struggle ban gaye. Jab wo chalna sikh raha tha, haveli ke har kone me uska swagat nahi hota tha. Usse khane ki plate alag milti, kapde purane aur ghis chuke hote, aur gifts aur khilone sirf behno aur cousins ke liye hote. Uska kamra ek chhota, thanda aur andhera kona tha, jahan wo aksar chupkar baith kar apni maa ki muskaan aur pyaar ka khumaar mehsoos karta.

Har din, cousins aur behno ke tanz aur insults se bharpoor hota. Mahima aksar bolti, “Tu humare ghar ka shraap hai,” aur Aarohi aur Vedika hamesha chhupkar uske khilone tod deti. Chacha aur Chachi uske har prayas ko ridicule karte, aur papa ka bas ek hi look—disappointment—Akshat ke andar ki chhoti si khushi bhi chura leta. Dadi ke thande shabd aur constant warnings ne uske bachpan ko aur bhi dard bhara bana diya. Haveli ke har kone me usse lagta ki koi bhi jagah safe nahi hai, har activity aur har smile ek reminder tha ki wo sirf ek burden hai.

Akshat ki maa Meera, apne beta ko pyaar dene ki koshish karti, lekin family ke pressure aur expectations ke aage hamesha haar jaati. Uski aankhon me aansu aur dard hamesha chhupa rehta, jab bhi wo Akshat ke liye stand lene ki koshish karti. Aur Akshat, chhote dil me sirf ek cheez chahta tha—ek chhota sa pyar, ek chhota sa gesture jo bata sake ki wo safe hai. Lekin haveli ke andar, har corner aur har chehra usse yehi sikhaata ki uski jagah nahi hai.


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Parties aur celebrations me Akshat ka haal aur bhi dukhbhara hota. Ek din haveli me ek bada business celebration hua—lights, rangoli, stage aur mehmaan ke flashes se pura aangan jagmagaya. Sabko shaan aur izzat dikh rahi thi, par Akshat ko kitchen ke peeche store room me band kar diya gaya. Wo sirf deewar se deewar tak dekh sakta tha, aur uske andar ka dard uski aankhon se jhalak raha tha. Mehmaan aur family sab apni duniya me mast, aur Akshat sirf ek invisible observer. Us raat, uske chhote dil me pehli baar nafrat ka beej uga—apne hi ghar walon ke liye.

Akshat ke andar ek ajeeb si awareness bhi aane lagi. Wo observe karta—kis tarah log power aur respect ki calculation karte hain, kaun inferior feel kar raha hai, kaun sirf shaan aur dikhawa me busy hai. Uski chhoti si soch me ek plan ka shor tha, ek din ka iraada—ye ghar aur ye log, sab samjhenge ki ek manhoos ke peeche bhi shakti aur takat hoti hai.

Har raat, wo haveli ke terrace par khada hota, hawa aur chandni ke beech apne andar ki shakti ko feel karta. Har phool, har stone ka touch, har mandir ka diya, uske liye ek signal tha—ye zindagi sirf uski nahi, balki ek aise mission ki shuruat hai jo duniya ke samne sab kuch reveal karegi. Uski aankhon me ek silent fire jalta, jo nafrat, determination aur courage se bana tha.

Bachpan ka har dard, har neglect aur har insult uske andar ek ajeeb discipline aur awareness la raha tha. Akshat silently seekh raha tha—kis tarah log weak ko underestimate karte hain, aur kaise ek chhoti si chalaki aur observation se ek bacha apne aapko prepare kar sakta hai. Ye sirf survival ka shuruati daur tha, jahan har look, har word, har gesture uske liye ek lesson ban gaya.

Is tarah, Akshat ka bachpan ek ajeeb mix tha—nafrat, isolation, emotional trauma aur silent observation ka. Har roz, uske andar ka fire aur bhi strong hota gaya. Har rejection usse aur proactive aur aware bana raha tha. Aur ye hi uski kahani ka pehla adhyay tha—ek bachcha jise apne hi ghar ne tod diya, par jo ek din duniya ko hila dega.



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CHAPTER 2 — THE NIGHT THEY BROKE HIM​

Jaipur ki sardi raat hamesha se Rajwanshi haveli par ek alag hi shaan bikherti thi, lekin us raat kuch aur hi tha. Haveli ke lawn me chamakdar lights, phoolon ki sugandh, mehngi perfumes aur whisky ki khushboo milkar ek ajeeb sa cocktail bana rahi thi. Bade-bade industrialists, politicians aur foreign delegates ek saath jama the. Aaj Rajwanshi empire ka 75-year celebration tha—ghar ki sabse badi party, jisme har saal se zyada mehfil, zyada glamour aur zyada power dikhane ka mauka milta.


Par sab ujale aur chamak-dhamak ke beech ek aisa andhera tha jisse koi nahi dekh raha tha. Akshat Rajwanshi. Umar 14 saal. Par zindagi ke maamle me kab ka 40 saal jee chuka tha. Bachpan se hi ignore, blame aur galatfahemiyon ka bojh us par kisi purani diwar ki tarah chipka hua tha. Use ghar me is party ke liye tayar karne wale koi nahi tha. Wo khud apni dark grey shirt aur black blazer pehen kar aaya tha—ye blazer usne koi event ke baad corner me padi laundry me se uthaya tha. Kisi ko pata nahi tha, aur shayad kisi ko parwah bhi nahi thi.


Aaj ka din uske liye special nahi tha, na hi wo celebrate karne aaya tha. Usne to bas itna socha tha ki shayad aaj, itne logon ke saamne, uska ghar usse thoda respect se treat kare. Itni si umeed usne apne dil ke kone me sambhal rakhi thi. Par umeed se zyada khatarnak cheez duniya me koi nahi hoti, kyunki umeed tootne ki awaaz sabse zyada dard deti hai.


Akshat lawn me quietly khada guests ko dekh raha tha. Uske chehre par neutral expression tha, lekin andar kahin saalon ki thakaan thi. Tabhi peeche se ek halki si hasi uske kaan tak aayi. Aarohi aur Vedika, dono uski behne, designer gowns me taiyar, ek dusre kaan me kuch bol kar hasi rok rahi thi. Unki aankhon me wohi superior look jo bachpan se tha—jaise Akshat koi servant ho aur woh is haveli ki asli princesses.


Udhari me unke cousinz, Raghav aur Dhruv, expensive tuxedos me ek dusre ko elbows maar kar Akshat ki taraf ishare kar rahe the, jaise uski maujoodgi bhi unke liye ek joke ho. Aur un sabke beech Mahima, badi behen, red gown me glamorous lag rahi thi. Kaash uska dil bhi utna hi khoobsurat hota jitna uska chehra, par wo to hamesha se Akshat ke liye zeher jaisi thi. Usne jab Akshat ko dekha to bas ek cold smirk diya—“Dekho, manhoos bhi aaya hai.”


Akshat ne sun liya. Wo hamesha sun leta tha. Par kuch bolta nahi tha.


Party ka mahol apni peak par tha. Music loud, lights bright, log high. Par Akshat ko har brightness se zyada andhera lag raha tha. Uski family ek dusre ke saath photo khichwa rahi thi—Dadaji, Dadi, Papa, Mummy, chacha, chachi, sab. Ek bada sa golden backdrop tha: “75 Years of Rajwanshi Legacy”.


Akshat thoda aage badha. Usne socha shayad ye uska moment hoga. Ek picture hi sahi, par usme jagah mil jaaye to… shayad kuch change ho.


“Ek minute!” Mahima ne photographer ko rok diya.


“Kahan aa raha hai tu?” Aarohi ne haath se rok kar kaha.


“Family photo hai ye,” Vedika ne tikhhi awaaz me bola.


“Main family ka hi to—” Akshat ne dheere se kaha.


Par Papa ka cold voice uski baat kaat gaya.


“Akshat. Side ho jao. Tum abhi theek se ready nahi lag rahe. Baad me.”


Baad me? Usse pata tha. “Baad me” ka matlab tha — kabhi nahi.


Phir bhi wo chup chap peeche hat gaya. Mummy ne ek pal ke liye uski taraf dekha, nazar me thoda sa guilt tha. Par wo sirf dekhi, age badhkar Akshat ka haath nahi pakda. Wo hamesha se aise hi thi—dil me pyaar, par hothon tak kabhi nahi.


Jab photo khich gayi, Mahima ne Raghav ke kaan me kuch bola. Dono hushker hase, fir usne pure group ko bula liya. “Chalo, ab hum young squad ki photo.”


Aur fir, jaise kisi ne script likh rakhi ho—ye sab log Akshat ko purposely ignore karke aagay badh gaye.


Akshat ke dil me ek halka sa crack hua.


Par raat ke torture ka asli start abhi hona tha.


Party me ek expensive antique vase rakha tha—silver embroidery aur blue crystals se decorated. Wo vase lakhs ka tha, aur uske paas ek restricted area ka board bhi. Akshat uske pass se guzar hi raha tha ki Mahima ke dimaag me ek shaitani plan aaya. Usne Aarohi aur Vedika ko side me kheech kar bola, “Dekho ab maja aayega.”


Raghav aur Dhruv bhi join ho gaye.


Jaise hi Akshat peeche mudha, Mahima ne dheere se vase ko ek inch dhakka diya, bas itna ki wo hil jaye, girne ko ho par abhi gira nahi. Fir sab ek saath cheekh pade:


“AKSHAT!!”


Sab guests, relatives aur family turant mudh kar dekhne lage.


Aur tab Mahima ne vase ko apne nail se halka sa push diya—wo zor se toot kar floor pe bikhar gaya.


Ek dum se shor mach gaya.


Dadaji gusse se laal ho gaye. Dadi ne muh par haath rakh liya. Papa ghur kar seedha Akshat ki taraf chale gaye.


“Tumne… ye kiya?” Papa ki awaaz steel jaisi thi.


“Papa, maine nahi—” Akshat ne start hi kiya tha.


Par Mahima seedha beech me bol padi, acting karte hue, “Main toh bas idhar khadi thi… Akshat wahan takda aur vase ko…”


Vedika ne bhi acting jod di, “Haan papa, maine bhi dekha. Isne jaan-boojh kar kiya.”


Aarohi: “Mujhe toh pehle hi samajh aa gaya tha iski harkaton se…”


Raghav: “Isne pehle bhi koi kaam bigada hoga, bas hum jaante nahi.”


Dhruv: “Iska attitude hi aisa hai.”


Ek pal me poora kissa twist ho gaya.


Sabki nazarein Akshat par—such strained, filled with hate, disappointment, disgust.


“Tumne family ki izzat neeche kar di,” Dadaji garje.


Dadi cheekh kar boli, “Keh diya tha! Yeh baccha manhoos hai!”


Papa ne bina soche Akshat ke gaal par ek zor ka thappad de maara. Ek dum se sab ki awaaz band ho gayi. Party ka music ruk gaya. Lights ek second ke liye dim se lagne lage. Guests shock me the—Rajwanshi empire ka owner apne hi bete ko sabke samne thappad maar raha tha.


Akshat ka chehra jal utha. Lekin usse zyada uska dil jal raha tha.


Uski aankhon me aansu the, par wo bahar nahi aaye. Wo zameen par girne wala tha, par fir seedha khada ho gaya. Uski khamoshi hi sabse zyada chubh rahi thi.


Papa ne guard ko bulaya, “Isse yahan se nikalo.”


Sabke saamne. Ek baar bhi poochhe bina. Ek baar bhi yakeen ki koshish kiye bina.


Guard ne Akshat ka haath pakda. Wo chilla nahi raha tha, na resist kar raha tha—sirf dekh raha tha apni us family ko jise wo bachpan se manata aaya. Munh par pyaar nahi mila tha, par dil me fir bhi chhupa kar rakha tha.


Ab wo sab usse mooh modh rahe the.


Uski behne smug smiles ke saath khadi thi.


Cousins victory jaise celebrate kar rahe the.


Mahima ki aankhon me ek ajeeb sa satisfaction tha—jaise usne koi game jeet liya ho.


“Roko.” Papa ki awaaz aayi. Sabko laga shayad unka dil pighal gaya ho.


Par usne seedhe media aur guests ki taraf dekh kar kaha:


“From today… Akshat is no longer a part of the Rajwanshi family.”


Ek dum se hawa ruk si gayi.


Mummy ne shock me ek kadam aage badhaya, “Vikram, ye kya—”


“Bas, Meera! Yeh ladka humare ghar ka hissa nahi.” Papa ki awaaz zimmedari aur ego se bhari thi.


“Disown kar rahe ho tum apne 14 saal ke bete ko?” Mummy ki aankhon me aansu aa gaye.


Par koi unke aansu nahi dekh raha tha.


Dadaji ne haath uthakar faisla seal kar diya, “Rajwanshi empire me manhoos aur bigadkar paida hue bachche ki jagah nahi hoti. Yeh galat tha. Aur galat hi rahega.”


Mahima ne halki si smirk ki. Aarohi aur Vedika ne usse hug kiya, jaise koi badi jeet mili ho.


Akshat ne last baar sabka chehra dekha. Un logon ka, jinke saath usne saal dar saal rejection jhela. Jinho ne uski har saans ko guilt banaya. Jinho ne uski har muskurahat ko khamoshi me badla.


Aur tab uske andar kuch toot kar gir gaya.


Wo guard ke saath bahar ja raha tha jab mummy ne peeche se hichkichate hue uska naam liya, “Akshat… beta—”


Akshat ruk gaya. Pehli baar uska dil phat raha tha. Shayad wo laut jayega? Shayad maa gale laga legi? Shayad…


Par papa ne Mummy ka haath pakad kar rok diya.
Mummy chup ho gayi.
Aur Akshat samajh gaya—yahan koi uske liye ladne wala nahi.


Wo haveli ke gate par tha. Raat ki hawa thandi thi. Party ke lights uske peeche the. Uske saamne andhera aur lambi road.


Us raat ek 14 saal ka ladka haveli se nikla…
par wapas kabhi bachcha ban kar nahi aaya.


Us raat unhone usse disown kiya…
par wo chala nahi—
wo jag gaya.


NEXT: “Chapter 2 continued”

 

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CHAPTER 2 — THE NIGHT THEY BROKE HIM​

Jaipur ki sardi raat hamesha se Rajwanshi haveli par ek alag hi shaan bikherti thi, lekin us raat kuch aur hi tha. Haveli ke lawn me chamakdar lights, phoolon ki sugandh, mehngi perfumes aur whisky ki khushboo milkar ek ajeeb sa cocktail bana rahi thi. Bade-bade industrialists, politicians aur foreign delegates ek saath jama the. Aaj Rajwanshi empire ka 75-year celebration tha—ghar ki sabse badi party, jisme har saal se zyada mehfil, zyada glamour aur zyada power dikhane ka mauka milta.


Par sab ujale aur chamak-dhamak ke beech ek aisa andhera tha jisse koi nahi dekh raha tha. Akshat Rajwanshi. Umar 14 saal. Par zindagi ke maamle me kab ka 40 saal jee chuka tha. Bachpan se hi ignore, blame aur galatfahemiyon ka bojh us par kisi purani diwar ki tarah chipka hua tha. Use ghar me is party ke liye tayar karne wale koi nahi tha. Wo khud apni dark grey shirt aur black blazer pehen kar aaya tha—ye blazer usne koi event ke baad corner me padi laundry me se uthaya tha. Kisi ko pata nahi tha, aur shayad kisi ko parwah bhi nahi thi.


Aaj ka din uske liye special nahi tha, na hi wo celebrate karne aaya tha. Usne to bas itna socha tha ki shayad aaj, itne logon ke saamne, uska ghar usse thoda respect se treat kare. Itni si umeed usne apne dil ke kone me sambhal rakhi thi. Par umeed se zyada khatarnak cheez duniya me koi nahi hoti, kyunki umeed tootne ki awaaz sabse zyada dard deti hai.


Akshat lawn me quietly khada guests ko dekh raha tha. Uske chehre par neutral expression tha, lekin andar kahin saalon ki thakaan thi. Tabhi peeche se ek halki si hasi uske kaan tak aayi. Aarohi aur Vedika, dono uski behne, designer gowns me taiyar, ek dusre kaan me kuch bol kar hasi rok rahi thi. Unki aankhon me wohi superior look jo bachpan se tha—jaise Akshat koi servant ho aur woh is haveli ki asli princesses.


Udhari me unke cousinz, Raghav aur Dhruv, expensive tuxedos me ek dusre ko elbows maar kar Akshat ki taraf ishare kar rahe the, jaise uski maujoodgi bhi unke liye ek joke ho. Aur un sabke beech Mahima, badi behen, red gown me glamorous lag rahi thi. Kaash uska dil bhi utna hi khoobsurat hota jitna uska chehra, par wo to hamesha se Akshat ke liye zeher jaisi thi. Usne jab Akshat ko dekha to bas ek cold smirk diya—“Dekho, manhoos bhi aaya hai.”


Akshat ne sun liya. Wo hamesha sun leta tha. Par kuch bolta nahi tha.


Party ka mahol apni peak par tha. Music loud, lights bright, log high. Par Akshat ko har brightness se zyada andhera lag raha tha. Uski family ek dusre ke saath photo khichwa rahi thi—Dadaji, Dadi, Papa, Mummy, chacha, chachi, sab. Ek bada sa golden backdrop tha: “75 Years of Rajwanshi Legacy”.


Akshat thoda aage badha. Usne socha shayad ye uska moment hoga. Ek picture hi sahi, par usme jagah mil jaaye to… shayad kuch change ho.


“Ek minute!” Mahima ne photographer ko rok diya.


“Kahan aa raha hai tu?” Aarohi ne haath se rok kar kaha.


“Family photo hai ye,” Vedika ne tikhhi awaaz me bola.


“Main family ka hi to—” Akshat ne dheere se kaha.


Par Papa ka cold voice uski baat kaat gaya.


“Akshat. Side ho jao. Tum abhi theek se ready nahi lag rahe. Baad me.”


Baad me? Usse pata tha. “Baad me” ka matlab tha — kabhi nahi.


Phir bhi wo chup chap peeche hat gaya. Mummy ne ek pal ke liye uski taraf dekha, nazar me thoda sa guilt tha. Par wo sirf dekhi, age badhkar Akshat ka haath nahi pakda. Wo hamesha se aise hi thi—dil me pyaar, par hothon tak kabhi nahi.


Jab photo khich gayi, Mahima ne Raghav ke kaan me kuch bola. Dono hushker hase, fir usne pure group ko bula liya. “Chalo, ab hum young squad ki photo.”


Aur fir, jaise kisi ne script likh rakhi ho—ye sab log Akshat ko purposely ignore karke aagay badh gaye.


Akshat ke dil me ek halka sa crack hua.


Par raat ke torture ka asli start abhi hona tha.


Party me ek expensive antique vase rakha tha—silver embroidery aur blue crystals se decorated. Wo vase lakhs ka tha, aur uske paas ek restricted area ka board bhi. Akshat uske pass se guzar hi raha tha ki Mahima ke dimaag me ek shaitani plan aaya. Usne Aarohi aur Vedika ko side me kheech kar bola, “Dekho ab maja aayega.”


Raghav aur Dhruv bhi join ho gaye.


Jaise hi Akshat peeche mudha, Mahima ne dheere se vase ko ek inch dhakka diya, bas itna ki wo hil jaye, girne ko ho par abhi gira nahi. Fir sab ek saath cheekh pade:


“AKSHAT!!”


Sab guests, relatives aur family turant mudh kar dekhne lage.


Aur tab Mahima ne vase ko apne nail se halka sa push diya—wo zor se toot kar floor pe bikhar gaya.


Ek dum se shor mach gaya.


Dadaji gusse se laal ho gaye. Dadi ne muh par haath rakh liya. Papa ghur kar seedha Akshat ki taraf chale gaye.


“Tumne… ye kiya?” Papa ki awaaz steel jaisi thi.


“Papa, maine nahi—” Akshat ne start hi kiya tha.


Par Mahima seedha beech me bol padi, acting karte hue, “Main toh bas idhar khadi thi… Akshat wahan takda aur vase ko…”


Vedika ne bhi acting jod di, “Haan papa, maine bhi dekha. Isne jaan-boojh kar kiya.”


Aarohi: “Mujhe toh pehle hi samajh aa gaya tha iski harkaton se…”


Raghav: “Isne pehle bhi koi kaam bigada hoga, bas hum jaante nahi.”


Dhruv: “Iska attitude hi aisa hai.”


Ek pal me poora kissa twist ho gaya.


Sabki nazarein Akshat par—such strained, filled with hate, disappointment, disgust.


“Tumne family ki izzat neeche kar di,” Dadaji garje.


Dadi cheekh kar boli, “Keh diya tha! Yeh baccha manhoos hai!”


Papa ne bina soche Akshat ke gaal par ek zor ka thappad de maara. Ek dum se sab ki awaaz band ho gayi. Party ka music ruk gaya. Lights ek second ke liye dim se lagne lage. Guests shock me the—Rajwanshi empire ka owner apne hi bete ko sabke samne thappad maar raha tha.


Akshat ka chehra jal utha. Lekin usse zyada uska dil jal raha tha.


Uski aankhon me aansu the, par wo bahar nahi aaye. Wo zameen par girne wala tha, par fir seedha khada ho gaya. Uski khamoshi hi sabse zyada chubh rahi thi.


Papa ne guard ko bulaya, “Isse yahan se nikalo.”


Sabke saamne. Ek baar bhi poochhe bina. Ek baar bhi yakeen ki koshish kiye bina.


Guard ne Akshat ka haath pakda. Wo chilla nahi raha tha, na resist kar raha tha—sirf dekh raha tha apni us family ko jise wo bachpan se manata aaya. Munh par pyaar nahi mila tha, par dil me fir bhi chhupa kar rakha tha.


Ab wo sab usse mooh modh rahe the.


Uski behne smug smiles ke saath khadi thi.


Cousins victory jaise celebrate kar rahe the.


Mahima ki aankhon me ek ajeeb sa satisfaction tha—jaise usne koi game jeet liya ho.


“Roko.” Papa ki awaaz aayi. Sabko laga shayad unka dil pighal gaya ho.


Par usne seedhe media aur guests ki taraf dekh kar kaha:


“From today… Akshat is no longer a part of the Rajwanshi family.”


Ek dum se hawa ruk si gayi.


Mummy ne shock me ek kadam aage badhaya, “Vikram, ye kya—”


“Bas, Meera! Yeh ladka humare ghar ka hissa nahi.” Papa ki awaaz zimmedari aur ego se bhari thi.


“Disown kar rahe ho tum apne 14 saal ke bete ko?” Mummy ki aankhon me aansu aa gaye.


Par koi unke aansu nahi dekh raha tha.


Dadaji ne haath uthakar faisla seal kar diya, “Rajwanshi empire me manhoos aur bigadkar paida hue bachche ki jagah nahi hoti. Yeh galat tha. Aur galat hi rahega.”


Mahima ne halki si smirk ki. Aarohi aur Vedika ne usse hug kiya, jaise koi badi jeet mili ho.


Akshat ne last baar sabka chehra dekha. Un logon ka, jinke saath usne saal dar saal rejection jhela. Jinho ne uski har saans ko guilt banaya. Jinho ne uski har muskurahat ko khamoshi me badla.


Aur tab uske andar kuch toot kar gir gaya.


Wo guard ke saath bahar ja raha tha jab mummy ne peeche se hichkichate hue uska naam liya, “Akshat… beta—”


Akshat ruk gaya. Pehli baar uska dil phat raha tha. Shayad wo laut jayega? Shayad maa gale laga legi? Shayad…


Par papa ne Mummy ka haath pakad kar rok diya.
Mummy chup ho gayi.
Aur Akshat samajh gaya—yahan koi uske liye ladne wala nahi.


Wo haveli ke gate par tha. Raat ki hawa thandi thi. Party ke lights uske peeche the. Uske saamne andhera aur lambi road.


Us raat ek 14 saal ka ladka haveli se nikla…
par wapas kabhi bachcha ban kar nahi aaya.


Us raat unhone usse disown kiya…
par wo chala nahi—
wo jag gaya.


NEXT: “Chapter 2 continued”

Nice update

 

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Nafrat ..gussa.. andekha.. badala
Sahi ja rahe ho bhai dekhte hain kahan tak Jaate Ho.
Good luck.

 

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Nafrat ..gussa.. andekha.. badala
Sahi ja rahe ho bhai dekhte hain kahan tak Jaate Ho.
Good luck.

Bhai sabka sath raha to last Tak jayega