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10 updates daily ahye gay. Lekan 10 ke bad week mai 2 ya 3. Aur story main action boht zada ho ga aur detail mai.
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Bro Sikander THE WOLF ya The Wolf ya The Werewolf es type kuch set kro curiosity bnti h aaise naamo se
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Ye hi shi rhega brother kyuki agar lgatar aap update dete rhoge to fir readers aapse expect krenge daily ek update or agar kisi karan vash aap kbhi delay hojaoge to koi bhi ye nhi sochega ki aapko bhi kaam rhte hain bs ulta sidha bakwas krne lgenge jisse aapka bhi mood disturb hoga or ek sandar story bich me fir band hone k chances jyada ho jayenge esiliye sedule wise update shi rhenge
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Episode 05
Blood Moon
Sikandar subha uthta hai to uske samne aik hologram notification nazar aata hai, ye kal dekhe gaye daily quest ke baare mein hota hai.
<Daily Quest Failure, Sanity Decreases by 20%>
Ye dekh kar Sikandar kandhe uchkata hai aur kehta hai,
"Jesa mein ne socha tha, ye sirf aik game hai. Magar ye game keh raha hai ke mein half-blood hoon? Kya mazaak hai!"
Phir wo apne jism ki taraf dekhta hai aur halka sa hilta hai.
Sikandar apna haath uthata hai aur kuch martaba apne fists ko band karta hai, kisi qisam ka dard nahi hota, uski saari choton ka naam-o-nishaan nahi hota – ye kisi mo’jze se kam nahi.
Jab usse lagta hai ke uska jism poori tarah recover ho chuka hai, to wo decide karta hai ke aaj military hospital chhod de.
Uska bag bed ke side mein pada hota hai, Sikandar uthta hai, apna pyara necklace pehenta hai aur apna samaan pack karne lagta hai.
Sab kuch tayar hone ke baad, wo gehri saans leta hai aur kamre se bahar nikal jata hai.
Raaste mein wo us nurse se milta hai jo kal mila tha, uske baad doctor uska aik aakhri check-up karta hai sirf yaqeen hasil karne ke liye, aur jab check-up mukammal hota hai to Sikandar hospital se nikal jata hai.
"Ek baar phir, aap ki khidmat ka shukriya!", nurse haath hila kar kehti hai.
Sikandar bhi muskura kar haath hilaata hai aur phir mud kar chala jata hai.
Jaise hi wo hospital se bahar nikalta hai, tapta hua suraj uske chahre par girta hai. Nai recruits nazar aate hain jo barabar line mein bhaag rahe hote hain aur Barbie songs gaa rahe hote hain.
Ye manzar us ke liye nostalgia se bharpoor hota hai.
Sikandar hans padta hai, apne pehle din ka soch kar jab wo pehli baar military mein aaya tha – uski zindagi ka aik bhool-ne-na-wala din.
Wo military barracks jahan Sikandar hota hai, usay “Noob Box” kaha jata hai – yahan jaise jawan larkay aik saal ki sakht training lete hain pehle ke wo battlefield par Supernatural ke khilaaf lad sakein. Yehi wo jagah thi jahan Sikandar ne apni pehli military zindagi shuru ki thi.
Naye recruits theek lagte hain lekin...
Sirf unki training dekh kar hi pata chalta hai ke hawa mein tension kaise bhar gaya hai. Wo Supernatural ke khilaf pehli line mein ladne ja rahe hain – jo ke naye logon ke liye bohat hi darawna hota hai.
Tab bhi, jab Supernatural ke liye nafrat bohat thi, dar to phir bhi dil mein tha.
Supernatural ki laayi hui dahshat insan ke zehan mein hamesha ke liye asar kar jaati hai, bohat se veterans iss psychological trauma se guzarte hain.
Naye recruits ko dekh kar Sikandar sochta hai:
“Umeed hai ye tayar honge... battlefield itna meherban nahi hota.”
Noob Box ka chakkar lagane ke baad, Sikandar apna bag kandhe par daalta hai aur nikal padta hai – hospital se discharge hone ke baad ab wo aage ki training ke liye tayar hai.
Uska pehla mission kamyabi se mukammal hua tha, isliye usay behtar training ke liye release kar diya gaya.
Kal uski maa ne kaha tha ke ab wo aik university mein dakhil hoga jahan use mazeed tarbiyat milegi – military ka apne heroes ke liye shukriya ada karne ka tareeqa.
Jo mission Sikandar ne kiya tha, wo aik secret operation tha.
Military chahata to aur behtar soldiers bhej sakti thi, lekin Sikandar aur uske doston ko chuna gaya kyunke wo USR ka hissa the.
Sirf chand hi log USR ka hissa bante hain.
Aam tor par USR sabse talented soldiers ko chunta hai, lekin Sikandar, Kyle, aur Edward ko shuru se hi wahan training mili thi.
Isi wajah se wo teeno USR ka hissa the – operation ke liye khaas taur par tayar kiye gaye.
Jab Sikandar Noob Box ke exit ki taraf badhta hai, sab usay dekh kar celebrity ki tarah greet karte hain – kal ke ceremony ke baad wo hero ban gaya hai.
Kuch to usay apna role model bhi banate hain.
Dwight City ki jang un kai jangon mein se aik thi jo Humanity aur Supernatural ke darmiyan chal rahi hain. Ye jang teen saal se chal rahi thi.
Dwight City mein hazaron faujiyon ka qatal hua – Supernatural ke ghoul soldiers ke haathon.
Ye Ghouls Supernatural ke frontline fighters hain, aur wo peechay se powerful Supernatural ko moqa dete hain ke wo apni powers use kar saken.
Isi wajah se wo operation jisme Sikandar ne hissa liya, aik saal pehle plan kiya gaya tha.
Sikandar aur uske doston ki wajah se hi Humanity Supernatural ko peeche dhakel payi. Isi liye UWO ne unke liye shukriya ka aik bara event rakha tha.
Sikandar filhaal Ratmawati City mein rehta hai.
Jab se Supernatural samne aaye hain, humanity ko peeche hatna para. Countries ne aik temporary alliance banaya jise Elpida Alliance kehte hain – insaniyat ka aakhri markaz.
Ratmawati City Elpida Alliance ka aik bara city hai, jahan sattar million log rehte hain.
Noob Box se bahar nikal kar, Sikandar guards ko aik halka sa sir hila kar salam karta hai, phir aik taxi bulata hai ke ghar ja sake.
Taxi mein baith kar uska phone bajta hai.
Uski rock ringtone puray taxi mein goonjti hai, wo phone dekhta hai – uski maa ka call hota hai.
"Hello, Mom?", Sikandar call receive karta hai.
Uski maa ka awaz doosri taraf se aata hai:
"Kahan ho tum? Kya tum theek ho? Hospital se aise hi discharge ho gaye?" – unka lehja fikr bhara hota hai.
"Mein theek hoon maa, abhi ghar ja raha hoon", Sikandar hans kar kehta hai.
Lamba arsa ho gaya tha maa ke aise fikr bhare alfaz sunay, military ki zindagi ne uska normal zindagi ka waqt cheen liya.
Lekin yehi uska raasta tha – usay apne asal walidain ka badla lena hai.
Mrs. Greene phir saans bharti hain, magar phir purjosh awaz mein kehti hain:
"Theek hai, ab tum bache nahi rahe... Tumhari marzi! Nokas Mall aa jao, tumhara discharge celebrate karte hain!"
Sikandar aik lamha rukta hai, sochta hai ke jaye ya nahi.
Phir wo kehta hai:
"Relax karne mein kya harj hai? Itne din baad chutti mili hai."
Usne maa ko kaha ke wo mall aa raha hai, phir call band kar di.
Sarakon par traffic bhara hota hai, kuch karne ko nahi hota is liye Sikandar apne phone ka news app kholta hai – jahan aik news uski nazar mein aati hai:
‘Appreciation for the Heroes of Dwight City’
Ye UWO ki taraf se Medal of Honour dene ki news hoti hai – jaisa ke kal nurse aur maa ne kaha tha. Ye uske liye shukriya ada karne ka tareeqa hai.
Comments section dekhte hue, Sikandar dekhta hai ke logon ne bohat pyare messages likhe hain – kisi ne duaein di hain to kisi ne Supernatural ko laanat bheji hai.
"Lagta hai nurse jese ache log ab bhi hain is duniya mein", Sikandar muskara ke sochta hai.
Thoda aur scroll karte hue usay aik aur news milti hai – "Grand Opening of Ochyra University"
Ochyra University ke tasaveer dekh kar Sikandar hiraan reh jata hai:
"Kya ye pagal ho gaye hain? Ye university hai ya koi Kingdom?", wo dil hi dil mein cheekhta hai.
Ye university Ratmawati City ke darmiyan mein hoti hai – lekin tasveer mein wo aik shandar qila lagti hai!
Ochyra University Ratmawati City ke bilkul beech mein واقع hai.
Is university ka size itna bara hai ke lagta hai jaise yahaan croreon students aaram se aa sakte hain! Sochna bhi hairaan kun hai ke ye sirf ek university hai.
Sikandar ne apne daayein taraf dekha aur usay herani hui ke university ka ooper ka hissa yahaan se bhi nazar aa raha tha,
Jabke woh is waqt Ratmawati City ke sector 3 ke outskirts mein tha, phir bhi usay university ka chhota sa hissa dikh raha tha — bas iski shiddat se andaza hota hai ke kitni badi jagah hai.
“Yeh to kuch naya hai,” Sikandar ne soch kar sir hilaaya.
Lambi aur thakaa dene wali traffic ke baad, Sikandar aakhirkaar Nokas Mall pohanch gaya.
Usne asmaan ki taraf dekha to maloom hua ke andhera chaa raha hai,
Yeh safar itna lamba nahi hona chahiye tha, lekin traffic ne waqt barbaad kar diya. Woh mall ke andar gaya taake apni maa, Mrs. Greene, se mall ke highest floor ke ek fancy restaurant mein mile.
Jab Sikandar table tak pohancha to dekha ke Mrs. Greene akeli nahi thi.
Unke saath teen log aur bhi thay,
Ek middle-aged aadmi jo ke formal suit aur tie mein tha, uske grey baal uski umar ka pata de rahe thay lekin uska confident body posture kisi jawan aadmi ka lag raha tha.
Uske saath ek aurat thi jo door se hi Sikandar ko dekh rahi thi,
Uski hazel aankhein roshni mein chamak rahi thi, lekin jo cheez Sikandar ka sabse zyada dhyan kheench rahi thi woh uske paas baithi ek khoobsurat larki thi.
Un dono mein shakal ki mushabihat dekh kar,
Sikandar ne andaza lagaya ke woh larki in dono ki beti hai. Uske brown curly baal uske collarbone tak latak rahe thay, aur uski saaf aur narm skin uske black gown ko aur bhi khubsurat bana rahi thi. Gown uski kamar ka aadha hissa dikhata tha jo uski pur-kashish shakal ko aur nikharta tha.
‘Ye log kaun hain? Maa ne to kabhi nahi bataya ke woh kisi dost ko bhi layengi,’ Sikandar ne socha.
Tabhi door se Mrs. Greene ne haath hilaaya, jis par Sikandar ne bhi haath hilaya aur table ki taraf chala gaya.
“Sikandar, main introduce karwati hoon, ye Acosta Family hai,” Mrs. Greene ne kaha aur phir middle-aged aadmi ki taraf dekha, “Acosta Family, milo mere bete Sikandar Silverstar se.”
Ye sun kar woh middle-aged aadmi uth gaya.
Woh halka jhuka aur haath barhaaya, “Khushi hui mil kar, Sikandar. Main tumhari maa ka purana dost hoon, Muji Reel Acosta. Tum mujhe bas Muji keh sakte ho.”
Sikandar ne uska haath dba kar milaya, “Khushi hui, Sir.”
“Lagta hai tum ek raat mein celebrity ban gaye ho, saari news mein tumhara naam araha hai Dwight City ke Hero ke taur par,” Muji ne kaha, aankhon mein ghurti nazar ke saath.
Lekin Sikandar ko kuch ajeeb sa mehsoos hua,
Muji ka haath milana kuch zyada hi tight tha, jaise woh kuch mehsoos kar raha ho. ‘Yeh mujhe test kar raha hai... lekin kyun?’ Sikandar ne socha.
Tabhi, ek hologram notification Muji ke paas chamak utha:
<Muji Reel Acosta>
Power: Rank 4 Awakened – Wind Elementalist
Mental: ??
Strength: ??
Agility: ??
Endurance: ??
Intelligence: ??
Sikandar hairaan reh gaya, ‘Ye kya? System mujhe Muji ka status dikhara hai? Ya yeh bas show off karne ke liye hai?’
Usne haath chhudaane ki koshish ki, lekin...
Muji ne haath zor se pakad rakha tha, uski grip aur bhi tight ho gayi.
Sikandar usay ghur kar dekh raha tha, dard hone laga lekin woh kuch nahi bola.
Phir Muji ne uska haath chhor diya aur apni biwi aur beti ki taraf dekha,
Un dono ki aankhon mein umeed thi, lekin Muji ne sir hila diya — jaise kuch pasand nahi aaya ho.
Sikandar ne ye notice kiya, ‘To ye log mujhe judge kar rahe thay... par kis base par?’
Muji ne phir kaha: “Yeh meri biwi Cinta hai, aur yeh meri beti Rosie,” usne dono ki taraf ishara kiya.
Dono ne muskara kar Sikandar ka salam liya, aur usne bhi jawab diya.
Sab log table par baith gaye, lekin Sikandar ne apni maa ko ek questioning look diya.
Mrs. Greene ne jawab diya, “Muji mera purana dost hai.”
“Kuch din pehle mujhse poocha ke Rosie ke liye koi achha rishta ho to milwao, to maine socha kyu na tum dono ko milwau.”
Sikandar ne andar hi andar apna sir pakad liya, ‘To ye sab usi ka part tha... Muji ne mujhe test kiya ye jaan ne ke liye ke main Awakened hoon ya nahi. Lekin shayad usay ye samajh nahi aayi ke main sach mein Awakened hoon.’
Thodi der baatein karne ke baad,
Mrs. Greene ne suggest kiya, “Kyun na tum dono mall mein thoda walk karo, shaayad kuch spark ho jaaye.”
“Yahan hi baat kar lein to behtar hoga...” Cinta ne kaha.
Lekin Mrs. Greene ne uski baat kaat di, “Yahan hum bude log baithe hain, wo awkward hoga.” Aur usne Sikandar ko aankh mari.
Sikandar chhup kar muskara diya aur phir kaha, “Rosie, kya tum mere saath mall mein chalogi thodi der?”
Rosie ne parents ki taraf dekha aur phir haan keh diya.
Dono side-by-side restaurant se nikal gaye.
Ek taraf Sikandar ki casual T-shirt aur shorts, aur doosri taraf Rosie ka glamorous black gown — dono mein bohot contrast tha.
Rosie ne apni dress ko dekha aur thoda pareshan nazar aayi.
Sikandar ne pucha, “Agar tumhe kapray badalne hain to main wait kar leta hoon, ye gown shayad uncomfortable ho.”
“Main theek hoon,” Rosie ne thande lehje mein jawab diya.
Mall ke andar thodi der chalne ke baad,
Rosie ne dekha ke Sikandar baar baar ek hi jagah se ghoom raha hai. Usne gusse se pucha, “Toh... jaana kahan hai?”
“Oh? Tum abhi tak yahan ho?” Sikandar ne mazak mein kaha.
“Tumhare chehre se to lag raha tha ke tumhe pasand nahi aaya ke tumhe ek non-Awakened se milwaya gaya, to socha ke tum to pehle hi chakkar mein chali jaogi.”
“To tumhein samajh aa gaya?” Rosie ne kaha.
“Achha hai. Non-Awakened log kisi layak nahi hote. Main khud bhi Awakened hoon, aur tum mein mujhe koi dilchaspi nahi. Tumhara achievement tumhare level ke liye kaafi hai.”
Ye keh kar Rosie ne apne baal peeche kiye aur chal di.
Sikandar ne kandhe uchkaaye jaise usay koi farq nahi padta, lekin phir achanak...
Uska jism garam hone laga.
Ek aur notification saamne aya:
<Blood Moon will start in ten minutes>
<Checking Stats...>
<Adding Mental stats into user's Sanity>
<User's Sanity stats is still not sufficient to control the Blood Moon blessing>
Sikandar ghabra gaya. Uska jism itna garam ho raha tha ke uski saans tez hone lagi aur mooh se dhuwan nikal raha tha jaise sardi ho.
Woh mall ke bahar nikalne laga taake kisi tanha jagah pe jaa sake.
Rosie dheeme kadam chali — usne expect kiya tha ke Sikandar uska jawab dega, ya rukwaayega. Lekin...
Sikandar to seedha bhaag gaya tha, dard bhari shakal ke saath.
Rosie ne dekha ke uske jism se halka sa white steam nikal raha hai.
“Yeh uske saath kya ho raha hai...?” Rosie ne socha. “Shayad yeh koi aam banda nahi...”
Mall se bahar nikal kar, Sikandar ne asmaan ki taraf dekha.
Laal moon chamak raha tha.
“Ammi dekho! Chaand laal ho gaya!” ek bacha chillaaya.
Sikandar ne us bachay ki taraf dekha aur achanak uske andar ek khooni khwahish uthti hai — jaise woh us bachay ko phaad dale.
Usne apna sir pakad liya, apne aap se ladne laga.
Phir usne apne stats check kiye:
<Sikandar Silverstar>
Level: 1 (0/100)
Race: Half-Blood
Full-Moon: 01:47 minutes – Blood Moon
Berserk: 20%
Sanity: 27%
Mental: 2
Strength: 9
Agility: 7
Endurance: 6
Intelligence: 0
Aur niche likha tha:
<Average Human Adults have 5–7 points for each stat except for Intelligence>
Sikandar ne apne haath dekhe...
Unke andar ke bones hil rahe thay, baalon ne nikalna shuru kar diya tha.
“Yeh sach mein ho raha hai?!” usne socha.
Aur phir ek aur notification aayi:
<Unable to contain the effect of the Blood Moon, the user is overwhelmed with Bloodlust>
<Transformation will begin shortly>
Blood Moon
Sikandar subha uthta hai to uske samne aik hologram notification nazar aata hai, ye kal dekhe gaye daily quest ke baare mein hota hai.
<Daily Quest Failure, Sanity Decreases by 20%>
Ye dekh kar Sikandar kandhe uchkata hai aur kehta hai,
"Jesa mein ne socha tha, ye sirf aik game hai. Magar ye game keh raha hai ke mein half-blood hoon? Kya mazaak hai!"
Phir wo apne jism ki taraf dekhta hai aur halka sa hilta hai.
Sikandar apna haath uthata hai aur kuch martaba apne fists ko band karta hai, kisi qisam ka dard nahi hota, uski saari choton ka naam-o-nishaan nahi hota – ye kisi mo’jze se kam nahi.
Jab usse lagta hai ke uska jism poori tarah recover ho chuka hai, to wo decide karta hai ke aaj military hospital chhod de.
Uska bag bed ke side mein pada hota hai, Sikandar uthta hai, apna pyara necklace pehenta hai aur apna samaan pack karne lagta hai.
Sab kuch tayar hone ke baad, wo gehri saans leta hai aur kamre se bahar nikal jata hai.
Raaste mein wo us nurse se milta hai jo kal mila tha, uske baad doctor uska aik aakhri check-up karta hai sirf yaqeen hasil karne ke liye, aur jab check-up mukammal hota hai to Sikandar hospital se nikal jata hai.
"Ek baar phir, aap ki khidmat ka shukriya!", nurse haath hila kar kehti hai.
Sikandar bhi muskura kar haath hilaata hai aur phir mud kar chala jata hai.
Jaise hi wo hospital se bahar nikalta hai, tapta hua suraj uske chahre par girta hai. Nai recruits nazar aate hain jo barabar line mein bhaag rahe hote hain aur Barbie songs gaa rahe hote hain.
Ye manzar us ke liye nostalgia se bharpoor hota hai.
Sikandar hans padta hai, apne pehle din ka soch kar jab wo pehli baar military mein aaya tha – uski zindagi ka aik bhool-ne-na-wala din.
Wo military barracks jahan Sikandar hota hai, usay “Noob Box” kaha jata hai – yahan jaise jawan larkay aik saal ki sakht training lete hain pehle ke wo battlefield par Supernatural ke khilaaf lad sakein. Yehi wo jagah thi jahan Sikandar ne apni pehli military zindagi shuru ki thi.
Naye recruits theek lagte hain lekin...
Sirf unki training dekh kar hi pata chalta hai ke hawa mein tension kaise bhar gaya hai. Wo Supernatural ke khilaf pehli line mein ladne ja rahe hain – jo ke naye logon ke liye bohat hi darawna hota hai.
Tab bhi, jab Supernatural ke liye nafrat bohat thi, dar to phir bhi dil mein tha.
Supernatural ki laayi hui dahshat insan ke zehan mein hamesha ke liye asar kar jaati hai, bohat se veterans iss psychological trauma se guzarte hain.
Naye recruits ko dekh kar Sikandar sochta hai:
“Umeed hai ye tayar honge... battlefield itna meherban nahi hota.”
Noob Box ka chakkar lagane ke baad, Sikandar apna bag kandhe par daalta hai aur nikal padta hai – hospital se discharge hone ke baad ab wo aage ki training ke liye tayar hai.
Uska pehla mission kamyabi se mukammal hua tha, isliye usay behtar training ke liye release kar diya gaya.
Kal uski maa ne kaha tha ke ab wo aik university mein dakhil hoga jahan use mazeed tarbiyat milegi – military ka apne heroes ke liye shukriya ada karne ka tareeqa.
Jo mission Sikandar ne kiya tha, wo aik secret operation tha.
Military chahata to aur behtar soldiers bhej sakti thi, lekin Sikandar aur uske doston ko chuna gaya kyunke wo USR ka hissa the.
Sirf chand hi log USR ka hissa bante hain.
Aam tor par USR sabse talented soldiers ko chunta hai, lekin Sikandar, Kyle, aur Edward ko shuru se hi wahan training mili thi.
Isi wajah se wo teeno USR ka hissa the – operation ke liye khaas taur par tayar kiye gaye.
Jab Sikandar Noob Box ke exit ki taraf badhta hai, sab usay dekh kar celebrity ki tarah greet karte hain – kal ke ceremony ke baad wo hero ban gaya hai.
Kuch to usay apna role model bhi banate hain.
Dwight City ki jang un kai jangon mein se aik thi jo Humanity aur Supernatural ke darmiyan chal rahi hain. Ye jang teen saal se chal rahi thi.
Dwight City mein hazaron faujiyon ka qatal hua – Supernatural ke ghoul soldiers ke haathon.
Ye Ghouls Supernatural ke frontline fighters hain, aur wo peechay se powerful Supernatural ko moqa dete hain ke wo apni powers use kar saken.
Isi wajah se wo operation jisme Sikandar ne hissa liya, aik saal pehle plan kiya gaya tha.
Sikandar aur uske doston ki wajah se hi Humanity Supernatural ko peeche dhakel payi. Isi liye UWO ne unke liye shukriya ka aik bara event rakha tha.
Sikandar filhaal Ratmawati City mein rehta hai.
Jab se Supernatural samne aaye hain, humanity ko peeche hatna para. Countries ne aik temporary alliance banaya jise Elpida Alliance kehte hain – insaniyat ka aakhri markaz.
Ratmawati City Elpida Alliance ka aik bara city hai, jahan sattar million log rehte hain.
Noob Box se bahar nikal kar, Sikandar guards ko aik halka sa sir hila kar salam karta hai, phir aik taxi bulata hai ke ghar ja sake.
Taxi mein baith kar uska phone bajta hai.
Uski rock ringtone puray taxi mein goonjti hai, wo phone dekhta hai – uski maa ka call hota hai.
"Hello, Mom?", Sikandar call receive karta hai.
Uski maa ka awaz doosri taraf se aata hai:
"Kahan ho tum? Kya tum theek ho? Hospital se aise hi discharge ho gaye?" – unka lehja fikr bhara hota hai.
"Mein theek hoon maa, abhi ghar ja raha hoon", Sikandar hans kar kehta hai.
Lamba arsa ho gaya tha maa ke aise fikr bhare alfaz sunay, military ki zindagi ne uska normal zindagi ka waqt cheen liya.
Lekin yehi uska raasta tha – usay apne asal walidain ka badla lena hai.
Mrs. Greene phir saans bharti hain, magar phir purjosh awaz mein kehti hain:
"Theek hai, ab tum bache nahi rahe... Tumhari marzi! Nokas Mall aa jao, tumhara discharge celebrate karte hain!"
Sikandar aik lamha rukta hai, sochta hai ke jaye ya nahi.
Phir wo kehta hai:
"Relax karne mein kya harj hai? Itne din baad chutti mili hai."
Usne maa ko kaha ke wo mall aa raha hai, phir call band kar di.
Sarakon par traffic bhara hota hai, kuch karne ko nahi hota is liye Sikandar apne phone ka news app kholta hai – jahan aik news uski nazar mein aati hai:
‘Appreciation for the Heroes of Dwight City’
Ye UWO ki taraf se Medal of Honour dene ki news hoti hai – jaisa ke kal nurse aur maa ne kaha tha. Ye uske liye shukriya ada karne ka tareeqa hai.
Comments section dekhte hue, Sikandar dekhta hai ke logon ne bohat pyare messages likhe hain – kisi ne duaein di hain to kisi ne Supernatural ko laanat bheji hai.
"Lagta hai nurse jese ache log ab bhi hain is duniya mein", Sikandar muskara ke sochta hai.
Thoda aur scroll karte hue usay aik aur news milti hai – "Grand Opening of Ochyra University"
Ochyra University ke tasaveer dekh kar Sikandar hiraan reh jata hai:
"Kya ye pagal ho gaye hain? Ye university hai ya koi Kingdom?", wo dil hi dil mein cheekhta hai.
Ye university Ratmawati City ke darmiyan mein hoti hai – lekin tasveer mein wo aik shandar qila lagti hai!
Ochyra University Ratmawati City ke bilkul beech mein واقع hai.
Is university ka size itna bara hai ke lagta hai jaise yahaan croreon students aaram se aa sakte hain! Sochna bhi hairaan kun hai ke ye sirf ek university hai.
Sikandar ne apne daayein taraf dekha aur usay herani hui ke university ka ooper ka hissa yahaan se bhi nazar aa raha tha,
Jabke woh is waqt Ratmawati City ke sector 3 ke outskirts mein tha, phir bhi usay university ka chhota sa hissa dikh raha tha — bas iski shiddat se andaza hota hai ke kitni badi jagah hai.
“Yeh to kuch naya hai,” Sikandar ne soch kar sir hilaaya.
Lambi aur thakaa dene wali traffic ke baad, Sikandar aakhirkaar Nokas Mall pohanch gaya.
Usne asmaan ki taraf dekha to maloom hua ke andhera chaa raha hai,
Yeh safar itna lamba nahi hona chahiye tha, lekin traffic ne waqt barbaad kar diya. Woh mall ke andar gaya taake apni maa, Mrs. Greene, se mall ke highest floor ke ek fancy restaurant mein mile.
Jab Sikandar table tak pohancha to dekha ke Mrs. Greene akeli nahi thi.
Unke saath teen log aur bhi thay,
Ek middle-aged aadmi jo ke formal suit aur tie mein tha, uske grey baal uski umar ka pata de rahe thay lekin uska confident body posture kisi jawan aadmi ka lag raha tha.
Uske saath ek aurat thi jo door se hi Sikandar ko dekh rahi thi,
Uski hazel aankhein roshni mein chamak rahi thi, lekin jo cheez Sikandar ka sabse zyada dhyan kheench rahi thi woh uske paas baithi ek khoobsurat larki thi.
Un dono mein shakal ki mushabihat dekh kar,
Sikandar ne andaza lagaya ke woh larki in dono ki beti hai. Uske brown curly baal uske collarbone tak latak rahe thay, aur uski saaf aur narm skin uske black gown ko aur bhi khubsurat bana rahi thi. Gown uski kamar ka aadha hissa dikhata tha jo uski pur-kashish shakal ko aur nikharta tha.
‘Ye log kaun hain? Maa ne to kabhi nahi bataya ke woh kisi dost ko bhi layengi,’ Sikandar ne socha.
Tabhi door se Mrs. Greene ne haath hilaaya, jis par Sikandar ne bhi haath hilaya aur table ki taraf chala gaya.
“Sikandar, main introduce karwati hoon, ye Acosta Family hai,” Mrs. Greene ne kaha aur phir middle-aged aadmi ki taraf dekha, “Acosta Family, milo mere bete Sikandar Silverstar se.”
Ye sun kar woh middle-aged aadmi uth gaya.
Woh halka jhuka aur haath barhaaya, “Khushi hui mil kar, Sikandar. Main tumhari maa ka purana dost hoon, Muji Reel Acosta. Tum mujhe bas Muji keh sakte ho.”
Sikandar ne uska haath dba kar milaya, “Khushi hui, Sir.”
“Lagta hai tum ek raat mein celebrity ban gaye ho, saari news mein tumhara naam araha hai Dwight City ke Hero ke taur par,” Muji ne kaha, aankhon mein ghurti nazar ke saath.
Lekin Sikandar ko kuch ajeeb sa mehsoos hua,
Muji ka haath milana kuch zyada hi tight tha, jaise woh kuch mehsoos kar raha ho. ‘Yeh mujhe test kar raha hai... lekin kyun?’ Sikandar ne socha.
Tabhi, ek hologram notification Muji ke paas chamak utha:
<Muji Reel Acosta>
Power: Rank 4 Awakened – Wind Elementalist
Mental: ??
Strength: ??
Agility: ??
Endurance: ??
Intelligence: ??
Sikandar hairaan reh gaya, ‘Ye kya? System mujhe Muji ka status dikhara hai? Ya yeh bas show off karne ke liye hai?’
Usne haath chhudaane ki koshish ki, lekin...
Muji ne haath zor se pakad rakha tha, uski grip aur bhi tight ho gayi.
Sikandar usay ghur kar dekh raha tha, dard hone laga lekin woh kuch nahi bola.
Phir Muji ne uska haath chhor diya aur apni biwi aur beti ki taraf dekha,
Un dono ki aankhon mein umeed thi, lekin Muji ne sir hila diya — jaise kuch pasand nahi aaya ho.
Sikandar ne ye notice kiya, ‘To ye log mujhe judge kar rahe thay... par kis base par?’
Muji ne phir kaha: “Yeh meri biwi Cinta hai, aur yeh meri beti Rosie,” usne dono ki taraf ishara kiya.
Dono ne muskara kar Sikandar ka salam liya, aur usne bhi jawab diya.
Sab log table par baith gaye, lekin Sikandar ne apni maa ko ek questioning look diya.
Mrs. Greene ne jawab diya, “Muji mera purana dost hai.”
“Kuch din pehle mujhse poocha ke Rosie ke liye koi achha rishta ho to milwao, to maine socha kyu na tum dono ko milwau.”
Sikandar ne andar hi andar apna sir pakad liya, ‘To ye sab usi ka part tha... Muji ne mujhe test kiya ye jaan ne ke liye ke main Awakened hoon ya nahi. Lekin shayad usay ye samajh nahi aayi ke main sach mein Awakened hoon.’
Thodi der baatein karne ke baad,
Mrs. Greene ne suggest kiya, “Kyun na tum dono mall mein thoda walk karo, shaayad kuch spark ho jaaye.”
“Yahan hi baat kar lein to behtar hoga...” Cinta ne kaha.
Lekin Mrs. Greene ne uski baat kaat di, “Yahan hum bude log baithe hain, wo awkward hoga.” Aur usne Sikandar ko aankh mari.
Sikandar chhup kar muskara diya aur phir kaha, “Rosie, kya tum mere saath mall mein chalogi thodi der?”
Rosie ne parents ki taraf dekha aur phir haan keh diya.
Dono side-by-side restaurant se nikal gaye.
Ek taraf Sikandar ki casual T-shirt aur shorts, aur doosri taraf Rosie ka glamorous black gown — dono mein bohot contrast tha.
Rosie ne apni dress ko dekha aur thoda pareshan nazar aayi.
Sikandar ne pucha, “Agar tumhe kapray badalne hain to main wait kar leta hoon, ye gown shayad uncomfortable ho.”
“Main theek hoon,” Rosie ne thande lehje mein jawab diya.
Mall ke andar thodi der chalne ke baad,
Rosie ne dekha ke Sikandar baar baar ek hi jagah se ghoom raha hai. Usne gusse se pucha, “Toh... jaana kahan hai?”
“Oh? Tum abhi tak yahan ho?” Sikandar ne mazak mein kaha.
“Tumhare chehre se to lag raha tha ke tumhe pasand nahi aaya ke tumhe ek non-Awakened se milwaya gaya, to socha ke tum to pehle hi chakkar mein chali jaogi.”
“To tumhein samajh aa gaya?” Rosie ne kaha.
“Achha hai. Non-Awakened log kisi layak nahi hote. Main khud bhi Awakened hoon, aur tum mein mujhe koi dilchaspi nahi. Tumhara achievement tumhare level ke liye kaafi hai.”
Ye keh kar Rosie ne apne baal peeche kiye aur chal di.
Sikandar ne kandhe uchkaaye jaise usay koi farq nahi padta, lekin phir achanak...
Uska jism garam hone laga.
Ek aur notification saamne aya:
<Blood Moon will start in ten minutes>
<Checking Stats...>
<Adding Mental stats into user's Sanity>
<User's Sanity stats is still not sufficient to control the Blood Moon blessing>
Sikandar ghabra gaya. Uska jism itna garam ho raha tha ke uski saans tez hone lagi aur mooh se dhuwan nikal raha tha jaise sardi ho.
Woh mall ke bahar nikalne laga taake kisi tanha jagah pe jaa sake.
Rosie dheeme kadam chali — usne expect kiya tha ke Sikandar uska jawab dega, ya rukwaayega. Lekin...
Sikandar to seedha bhaag gaya tha, dard bhari shakal ke saath.
Rosie ne dekha ke uske jism se halka sa white steam nikal raha hai.
“Yeh uske saath kya ho raha hai...?” Rosie ne socha. “Shayad yeh koi aam banda nahi...”
Mall se bahar nikal kar, Sikandar ne asmaan ki taraf dekha.
Laal moon chamak raha tha.
“Ammi dekho! Chaand laal ho gaya!” ek bacha chillaaya.
Sikandar ne us bachay ki taraf dekha aur achanak uske andar ek khooni khwahish uthti hai — jaise woh us bachay ko phaad dale.
Usne apna sir pakad liya, apne aap se ladne laga.
Phir usne apne stats check kiye:
<Sikandar Silverstar>
Level: 1 (0/100)
Race: Half-Blood
Full-Moon: 01:47 minutes – Blood Moon
Berserk: 20%
Sanity: 27%
Mental: 2
Strength: 9
Agility: 7
Endurance: 6
Intelligence: 0
Aur niche likha tha:
<Average Human Adults have 5–7 points for each stat except for Intelligence>
Sikandar ne apne haath dekhe...
Unke andar ke bones hil rahe thay, baalon ne nikalna shuru kar diya tha.
“Yeh sach mein ho raha hai?!” usne socha.
Aur phir ek aur notification aayi:
<Unable to contain the effect of the Blood Moon, the user is overwhelmed with Bloodlust>
<Transformation will begin shortly>
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Episode 06
Transformation
Sikandar ke peechay Rosie uska ta'aqub kar rahi thi, uski aankhon mein tajjub tha.
Rosie ne dekha ke Sikandar ke jism se nikalti bhaap ab surkh aur safed rang mein tabdeel ho rahi thi, is wajah se uska shak aur gehra gaya ke Sikandar sirf ek aam insaan nahi hai.
Lekin wo hairan reh gayi jab usne dekha ke Sikandar deewano ki tarah bhaag raha hai.
Rosie kyunke ek Awakened thi, thodi si koshish se wo bhi Sikandar ki raftaar ka muqabla kar sakti thi bina mall ke logon se takraye, lekin Sikandar ko ye fikr hi nahi thi ke uske raste mein log hain.
Sikandar ki bhaag daud tez hoti gayi aur wo seedha mall ke exit ki taraf barhne laga.
Rosie ne dekha ke jaise hi wo mall se bahar nikla, usne asmaan ki taraf sar uthaya — is ajeeb harkat ne use aur bhi hairan kar diya.
Phir achanak, Sikandar zameen par gir gaya.
Rosie dair kiye baghair foran uski taraf daudi aur dekha ke Sikandar zameen par lete hue dard se apne jism ko jhapi maare hue hai.
"Hey! Tum theek ho?! Kya ho raha hai?!", Rosie ne pareshani se poocha.
Woh halan ke Sikandar mein dilchaspi nahi rakhti thi kyunke wo Awakened nahi tha, lekin wo use is halat mein chhod nahi sakti thi.
Sikandar bohot dard mein tha, uski aawaz halki thi, "H-Help..."
"Kya kaha? Main sun nahi paayi, dobara kaho!"
"Kya tum bimaar ho? Kya dawai hai tumhare paas? Bolo mujhse!"
Sikandar ki aawaz itni halki thi ke Rosie kuch samajh nahi paayi, uska stress barhta gaya.
Logon ne bhi is manzar ko dekhna shuru kar diya.
Aik jhund ikatha ho gaya aur log is larki-larki ki jhilmilahat aur bechaini ka tamasha dekhne lage. Rosie ne daanton ko masla aur aakhri faisla liya ke use wahan se le jaana hoga.
Usne apne purse se aik safed crystal nikala.
Jaise hi usne crystal ko toda, wo chamak utha aur aik roshni dono ko gherne lagi jisse log unhe dekh nahi paaye.
Jab roshni gayi, to Sikandar aur Rosie wahan se ghaib ho chuke the.
"Wo kahan gaye?", aik aadmi ne hairani se kaha.
Ek aurat ne jawab diya, "Wo teleport ho gaye hain, ye UWO ki nayi ijaad hai — Transferral Crystal."
"Aur ye cheez sirf Awakened log afford kar sakte hain", ek aur ne kaha.
Udar, Nokas Mall se door ek qasr mein chamakti roshni ke saath wo dono nazar aaye.
Rosie ne faisla kiya ke wo Sikandar ko apne ghar le aayi hai, kyunke hospital le jaana mushkil tha — crystal unke mansion se linked tha.
"AAARGGHH!!", achanak Sikandar cheekh utha.
Rosie ne jhatkay se peechay dekha, Sikandar abhi bhi dard mein apne aap ko pakray hua tha, "Sikandar! Mujhe batao kya ho raha hai? Main kya karoon?!"
Lekin jawab dene ke bajaaye, Sikandar ne usse door dhakka diya aur uske jism se haddi tootne ki awaaz aani lagi.
Crack!
Krack!
Haddiyan toot rahi thi, aur uska jism bara hota jaa raha tha. Uske nakhun darindon jaise tez ho gaye the, daant bhi lambay aur tez.
Rosie ke samne uska jism ghair insani tor par muscular ho gaya.
Lekin Rosie ko sab se zyada ghabrahat us waqt hui jab usne dekha ke uske jism par kali kali baal nikal rahe hain jo dheere dheere fur ban gaye.
Rosie ne peechay hatna shuru kar diya.
“Kya ye awaken ho raha hai? Lekin isme to koi elemental power nahi nazar aa rahi”, Rosie ne socha, lekin ye bilkul us tarah nahi tha jaise Awakened log badalte hain.
Sikandar ka jism jhukne laga aur Rosie ke andar khauf ki lehr daud gayi.
Usne foran apni taqat activate ki aur harey rang ka noor uske jism ko gherne laga, "Mujhe isey training room mein daalna hoga", usne kaha.
"Wind Gale!"
Usne dono haathon se Sikandar ke peeth par zor se dhamaka kiya, jisse tez hawa ka jhonka nikla aur Sikandar training room ke andar dhakel diya gaya.
Rosie ne foran darwaza band kar diya.
“Yeh kisi bhi tarah se aam insaan nahi... Ek non-Awakened meri body ko kaise kaanpne pe majboor kar sakta hai”, Rosie ne socha.
Andar, Sikandar apni zindagi ke sab se zyada dardnaak lamhe se guzar raha tha.
“Yeh mere saath kya ho raha hai?! Kya system jise main mazaak samajhta tha asal mein sach tha?!”, usne dil hi dil mein cheekha.
Usne apne haath ko dekha — puri tarah se fur mein liptay hue, nakhun itne lambay ke ruler jitne, aur darindon jaise tez.
Lekin phir bhi uska zehan inkaar kar raha tha:
"Yeh nahi ho sakta... Main insaan hoon! Main un gandi Supernaturals mein se nahi hoon!!"
"AAHHH!!"
Uska badlaw abhi mukammal nahi hua tha, haddiyan ab bhi lambe ho rahi thi, jism barhta jaa raha tha.
Uski cheekhain poore mansion mein do minute tak goonjti rahi.
Rosie darwaze ke bahar thi, uske pairoon mein jaan nahi thi, uske kaan woh har cheekh sun rahe the jo uski rooh tak ko hila gayi.
“Kya wo Supernatural hai?”, Rosie ne apne dil mein poocha.
Lekin foran usne inkaar kiya, “Nahi, koi bhi supernatural insaan nahi ban sakta. Rex— nahi, Sikandar — Supernatural nahi ho sakta.”
Lekin ab cheekhain band ho chuki thi.
Har taraf khamoshi chhayi hui thi.
Rosie ne himmat jamaa ki aur darwaze par kaan laga diya.
Andar se ek halki ghurrhat ki aawaz sunayi di — lekin wo insani aawaz nahi thi.
Rosie ka dil zor zor se dhadakne laga, andar jhaankne ka jazba barh gaya.
“Bas dekhti hoon…”
Creak…
Darwaza halka sa khulta hai.
Rosie ne aahista se andar jhaanka, apni taqat activate kar ke — har imkaan ke liye tayyar.
Room basketball court jitna bara tha. Kinari par mukhtalif hathiyaar lagay hue the aur aakhir mein aik bara khula sheesha jahan se chandni andar aa rahi thi.
Rosie ne mushkil se apna galaa nigla.
Room ke beech mein ek siyah makhlooq do pairon par khara tha, uske peechay laal chandni uske poore jism ka saya daal rahi thi.
Lakri ke farsh par naakhunon ke nishaan banay hue the.
Rosie ki rooh kaanp gayi jab us makhlooq ne achanak uski taraf dekha.
Uske peeth Rosie ki taraf thi, lekin uski peeli chamakti aankhon ne usay dekh liya tha.
Uska jism ab bhi insani shakl mein tha lekin nakhun aur daant darindon jaise the.
Aur jab ke Sikandar nazar nahi aa raha tha, Rosie yaqeen se keh gayi ke ye makhlooq Sikandar hi tha.
Uska jism poora Werewolf ka nahi tha — uske moonh mein snout nahi tha aur wo itna bara bhi nahi jitna aam Werewolf hota hai.
Lekin phir bhi, is makhlooq ka dar aur haibat Rosie ke liye kaafi thi.
Werewolf ek azeem Supernatural qoum hai.
Yeh un chand qoumon mein se hai jo sab se zyada taqatwar aur Supernatural dunya ki backbone mani jaati hain.
Unki janwaron jaisi shiddat aur bepanah taqat insaniyat ke liye dehshat ban jaati hai.
Aur sab se bura waqt tab hota hai jab raat hoti hai...
Kyunkay raat mein ek Werewolf ki taqat kai guna barh jaati hai.
Din mein to ek elite Awakened group bhi kisi Werewolf ko maar sakta hai,
Magar raat ko yeh ban jaata hai woh khaufnaak daldal jaisa jahan sirf maut hoti hai.
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Rosie ne be-ikhtiari mein aik qadam peeche liya jab uski nazar Sikandar se mili.
Sikandar ne dheere se peeth mori, lekin uski chamakti peeli aankhen Rosie ko ghoor rahi thi.
Rosie ka saans ruk gaya.
Uske pairo tale zameen khisak gayi jab usne woh khooni nazar dekhi jo uske andar jhaank rahi thi.
Grr...
Sikandar ke mooh se halki gharrahat nikli, aur usne apne naakhtun dikhaye.
"Sikandar... M-Main hoon Rosie... Hosh mein aao!" Rosie ne kampti awaaz mein kaha,
Uske dil mein ab bhi umeed thi ke Sikandar ka asli hosh kahin andar chhupa hua hoga.
Usne dekha tha ke Sikandar apni maa se pyar karta tha,
Uski masoomiyat aur farmabardari Rosie ke dil mein yeh bharosa karti thi ke woh koi darinda nahi ho sakta.
Lekin us waqt, Sikandar apni hosh mein nahi tha.
Khoon ki pyaas aur Blood Moon ka asar uske hosh ko dhoondhne nahi de raha tha.
Uski aankhon mein sirf ek shikar tha — Rosie.
Tapak tapak kar thook uske mooh se gir raha tha.
Rosie dheere dheere darwaze ke qareeb ja rahi thi jab achanak...
Sikandar ki aankhon mein ek jhilmilahat chamki
Aur woh achanak Rosie par jhapta!
Slash!
Rosie ne hawa ka jhatka lagakar ek taraf chhalang lagayi.
Sikandar ka vaar chook gaya lekin uski taqat se darwaza zor se band ho gaya — aur Rosie ka rasta band ho gaya.
Ab uske paas sirf aik rasta tha: ladna.
"Main aik Rank 2 Awakened hoon... aur yeh to aik Werewolf hai! Main kaise ladun?!" Rosie ke chehre par paseena tha.
Lekin phir uski nazar ek cheez par ja kar ruk gayi:
"Meri talwar!"
Woh talwar jo sab armas se mukhtalif thi — chandi ki chamak ke saath hara nishan uski dhaar par tha.
Usi waqt, Sikandar ghoor kar Rosie ki taraf daudta hai, mooh khol kar usay kaatne ko.
Rosie ne ek aur chhalang lagayi aur deewar se taqra gaya Sikandar.
Rosie ne turant spell bola:
"Basic Magic, Wind Cutter!"
Whoosh!
Hawa ki dhaar uske haath se nikal kar Sikandar ki taraf gayi.
Sikandar ne ghussa mein apne naakhun se usse kaatne ki koshish ki.
Halka sa rok mila, lekin woh Wind Cutter do tukdon mein toot gaya.
Rosie ne iss moka ka faida uthaya aur apni talwar utha li:
"Basic Magic! Wind Cutter!"
Iss dafa spell zyada taqatwar tha.
Sikandar ne rokte waqt thoda waqt liya — aur Rosie ne fauran faasla kam kar diya.
Rosie ne apna haath Sikandar ke pait par rakha aur seedha spell mara:
"Wind Gale!"
BAM!
Sikandar deewar se takra gaya, lekin kuch hi lamhon mein wapas khara ho gaya — halke se hilta hua.
Rosie turant bhaagti hai:
"Yeh hi moka hai!"
Lekin jaise hi woh darwaze ke qareeb pohanchi...
Ek thandi hawa uske chehre se guzri...
Sikandar uske samne aa gaya — aur apna hath uthaya attack ke liye!
"Yeh bohat tez hai! Main isse block nahi kar sakti!"
Rosie ne apne haathon ko samne kar ke block karna chaha, ek sabz noor uske gird aa gaya.
Lekin...
Slash!
"Ahhh!" Rosie cheekh uthi.
Sikandar ka vaar itna shiddat bhara tha ke Rosie deewar se takra gayi — phir kheed kar zameen par gir gayi.
Khoon uske hont se nikal raha tha.
Uske dono haath khooni the — chaar gehri naakhun ki lakeerein un par thi.
Rosie ne kamzor nazar se Sikandar ko dekha:
"Yeh... bohat zyada taqatwar hai..."
Achanak uski nazar parde par padi.
Aakhri umeed ke tor par, usne parda pakra — aur khidki band kar di.
Poora kamra andhere mein doob gaya.
Kahin na kahin Rosie ke zehan mein tha:
"Shayad direct moonlight usse taqatwar banata hai... to andhera usse kamzor karega."
Rosie zameen par gir gayi, bilkul kamzor.
Thud... Thud... Thud...
Qadam uski taraf badhne lage.
Rosie ne mushkil se sir uthaya — Sikandar samne tha, uski peeli aankhen chamak rahi thi.
Aur phir achanak...
"Eh?"
Sikandar ki aankhen halki si khuli, jaise uski hosh ka ek zarra wapas aa gaya ho.
Usne Rosie ki haalat dekhi — khoon mein lathpath — aur uske dil mein guilt bhar gaya:
"Main ne yeh kya kar diya?!"
Magar bloodlust ab bhi tha...
Uska doosra roop usse kehta tha ke Rosie ko maar de...
Lekin...
Sikandar ne apni puri taqat se khud par qaboo paaya — aur khidki tod kar bahar chhalang laga di!
Rosie ka ghar sheher ke kinare tha, jahan paas mein Emham Jungle tha.
Sikandar bina sochay seedha jungle ki taraf bhaag gaya.
"Main kisi aur ko nuqsan nahi pohcha sakta."
Uske zehan mein sirf yeh tha.
Emham jungle mein daakhil hotay hi, aik zor daar howling sunayi di.
Aoooouuuuuuuuuu!!
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Jungle ke doosri taraf...
Aoooouuuuuuuuuu!!
Ek bari si laal jild wali shaitani makhlooq aik murda hiran ka gosht kha rahi thi.
Howl sunte hi usne apna sir uthaya.
Woh Sikandar se bohat zyada bara tha.
Do pairon par khara tha, uske mooh se do bare daant bahar nikle hue the, aur haath mein aik darakht ka tana tha jo uska hathiyar tha.
Uski aankhon mein khoon bhar gaya.
Usne hiran ko ek taraf pheka — aur howling ki taraf daud padhi.
Transformation
Sikandar ke peechay Rosie uska ta'aqub kar rahi thi, uski aankhon mein tajjub tha.
Rosie ne dekha ke Sikandar ke jism se nikalti bhaap ab surkh aur safed rang mein tabdeel ho rahi thi, is wajah se uska shak aur gehra gaya ke Sikandar sirf ek aam insaan nahi hai.
Lekin wo hairan reh gayi jab usne dekha ke Sikandar deewano ki tarah bhaag raha hai.
Rosie kyunke ek Awakened thi, thodi si koshish se wo bhi Sikandar ki raftaar ka muqabla kar sakti thi bina mall ke logon se takraye, lekin Sikandar ko ye fikr hi nahi thi ke uske raste mein log hain.
Sikandar ki bhaag daud tez hoti gayi aur wo seedha mall ke exit ki taraf barhne laga.
Rosie ne dekha ke jaise hi wo mall se bahar nikla, usne asmaan ki taraf sar uthaya — is ajeeb harkat ne use aur bhi hairan kar diya.
Phir achanak, Sikandar zameen par gir gaya.
Rosie dair kiye baghair foran uski taraf daudi aur dekha ke Sikandar zameen par lete hue dard se apne jism ko jhapi maare hue hai.
"Hey! Tum theek ho?! Kya ho raha hai?!", Rosie ne pareshani se poocha.
Woh halan ke Sikandar mein dilchaspi nahi rakhti thi kyunke wo Awakened nahi tha, lekin wo use is halat mein chhod nahi sakti thi.
Sikandar bohot dard mein tha, uski aawaz halki thi, "H-Help..."
"Kya kaha? Main sun nahi paayi, dobara kaho!"
"Kya tum bimaar ho? Kya dawai hai tumhare paas? Bolo mujhse!"
Sikandar ki aawaz itni halki thi ke Rosie kuch samajh nahi paayi, uska stress barhta gaya.
Logon ne bhi is manzar ko dekhna shuru kar diya.
Aik jhund ikatha ho gaya aur log is larki-larki ki jhilmilahat aur bechaini ka tamasha dekhne lage. Rosie ne daanton ko masla aur aakhri faisla liya ke use wahan se le jaana hoga.
Usne apne purse se aik safed crystal nikala.
Jaise hi usne crystal ko toda, wo chamak utha aur aik roshni dono ko gherne lagi jisse log unhe dekh nahi paaye.
Jab roshni gayi, to Sikandar aur Rosie wahan se ghaib ho chuke the.
"Wo kahan gaye?", aik aadmi ne hairani se kaha.
Ek aurat ne jawab diya, "Wo teleport ho gaye hain, ye UWO ki nayi ijaad hai — Transferral Crystal."
"Aur ye cheez sirf Awakened log afford kar sakte hain", ek aur ne kaha.
Udar, Nokas Mall se door ek qasr mein chamakti roshni ke saath wo dono nazar aaye.
Rosie ne faisla kiya ke wo Sikandar ko apne ghar le aayi hai, kyunke hospital le jaana mushkil tha — crystal unke mansion se linked tha.
"AAARGGHH!!", achanak Sikandar cheekh utha.
Rosie ne jhatkay se peechay dekha, Sikandar abhi bhi dard mein apne aap ko pakray hua tha, "Sikandar! Mujhe batao kya ho raha hai? Main kya karoon?!"
Lekin jawab dene ke bajaaye, Sikandar ne usse door dhakka diya aur uske jism se haddi tootne ki awaaz aani lagi.
Crack!
Krack!
Haddiyan toot rahi thi, aur uska jism bara hota jaa raha tha. Uske nakhun darindon jaise tez ho gaye the, daant bhi lambay aur tez.
Rosie ke samne uska jism ghair insani tor par muscular ho gaya.
Lekin Rosie ko sab se zyada ghabrahat us waqt hui jab usne dekha ke uske jism par kali kali baal nikal rahe hain jo dheere dheere fur ban gaye.
Rosie ne peechay hatna shuru kar diya.
“Kya ye awaken ho raha hai? Lekin isme to koi elemental power nahi nazar aa rahi”, Rosie ne socha, lekin ye bilkul us tarah nahi tha jaise Awakened log badalte hain.
Sikandar ka jism jhukne laga aur Rosie ke andar khauf ki lehr daud gayi.
Usne foran apni taqat activate ki aur harey rang ka noor uske jism ko gherne laga, "Mujhe isey training room mein daalna hoga", usne kaha.
"Wind Gale!"
Usne dono haathon se Sikandar ke peeth par zor se dhamaka kiya, jisse tez hawa ka jhonka nikla aur Sikandar training room ke andar dhakel diya gaya.
Rosie ne foran darwaza band kar diya.
“Yeh kisi bhi tarah se aam insaan nahi... Ek non-Awakened meri body ko kaise kaanpne pe majboor kar sakta hai”, Rosie ne socha.
Andar, Sikandar apni zindagi ke sab se zyada dardnaak lamhe se guzar raha tha.
“Yeh mere saath kya ho raha hai?! Kya system jise main mazaak samajhta tha asal mein sach tha?!”, usne dil hi dil mein cheekha.
Usne apne haath ko dekha — puri tarah se fur mein liptay hue, nakhun itne lambay ke ruler jitne, aur darindon jaise tez.
Lekin phir bhi uska zehan inkaar kar raha tha:
"Yeh nahi ho sakta... Main insaan hoon! Main un gandi Supernaturals mein se nahi hoon!!"
"AAHHH!!"
Uska badlaw abhi mukammal nahi hua tha, haddiyan ab bhi lambe ho rahi thi, jism barhta jaa raha tha.
Uski cheekhain poore mansion mein do minute tak goonjti rahi.
Rosie darwaze ke bahar thi, uske pairoon mein jaan nahi thi, uske kaan woh har cheekh sun rahe the jo uski rooh tak ko hila gayi.
“Kya wo Supernatural hai?”, Rosie ne apne dil mein poocha.
Lekin foran usne inkaar kiya, “Nahi, koi bhi supernatural insaan nahi ban sakta. Rex— nahi, Sikandar — Supernatural nahi ho sakta.”
Lekin ab cheekhain band ho chuki thi.
Har taraf khamoshi chhayi hui thi.
Rosie ne himmat jamaa ki aur darwaze par kaan laga diya.
Andar se ek halki ghurrhat ki aawaz sunayi di — lekin wo insani aawaz nahi thi.
Rosie ka dil zor zor se dhadakne laga, andar jhaankne ka jazba barh gaya.
“Bas dekhti hoon…”
Creak…
Darwaza halka sa khulta hai.
Rosie ne aahista se andar jhaanka, apni taqat activate kar ke — har imkaan ke liye tayyar.
Room basketball court jitna bara tha. Kinari par mukhtalif hathiyaar lagay hue the aur aakhir mein aik bara khula sheesha jahan se chandni andar aa rahi thi.
Rosie ne mushkil se apna galaa nigla.
Room ke beech mein ek siyah makhlooq do pairon par khara tha, uske peechay laal chandni uske poore jism ka saya daal rahi thi.
Lakri ke farsh par naakhunon ke nishaan banay hue the.
Rosie ki rooh kaanp gayi jab us makhlooq ne achanak uski taraf dekha.
Uske peeth Rosie ki taraf thi, lekin uski peeli chamakti aankhon ne usay dekh liya tha.
Uska jism ab bhi insani shakl mein tha lekin nakhun aur daant darindon jaise the.
Aur jab ke Sikandar nazar nahi aa raha tha, Rosie yaqeen se keh gayi ke ye makhlooq Sikandar hi tha.
Uska jism poora Werewolf ka nahi tha — uske moonh mein snout nahi tha aur wo itna bara bhi nahi jitna aam Werewolf hota hai.
Lekin phir bhi, is makhlooq ka dar aur haibat Rosie ke liye kaafi thi.
Werewolf ek azeem Supernatural qoum hai.
Yeh un chand qoumon mein se hai jo sab se zyada taqatwar aur Supernatural dunya ki backbone mani jaati hain.
Unki janwaron jaisi shiddat aur bepanah taqat insaniyat ke liye dehshat ban jaati hai.
Aur sab se bura waqt tab hota hai jab raat hoti hai...
Kyunkay raat mein ek Werewolf ki taqat kai guna barh jaati hai.
Din mein to ek elite Awakened group bhi kisi Werewolf ko maar sakta hai,
Magar raat ko yeh ban jaata hai woh khaufnaak daldal jaisa jahan sirf maut hoti hai.
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Rosie ne be-ikhtiari mein aik qadam peeche liya jab uski nazar Sikandar se mili.
Sikandar ne dheere se peeth mori, lekin uski chamakti peeli aankhen Rosie ko ghoor rahi thi.
Rosie ka saans ruk gaya.
Uske pairo tale zameen khisak gayi jab usne woh khooni nazar dekhi jo uske andar jhaank rahi thi.
Grr...
Sikandar ke mooh se halki gharrahat nikli, aur usne apne naakhtun dikhaye.
"Sikandar... M-Main hoon Rosie... Hosh mein aao!" Rosie ne kampti awaaz mein kaha,
Uske dil mein ab bhi umeed thi ke Sikandar ka asli hosh kahin andar chhupa hua hoga.
Usne dekha tha ke Sikandar apni maa se pyar karta tha,
Uski masoomiyat aur farmabardari Rosie ke dil mein yeh bharosa karti thi ke woh koi darinda nahi ho sakta.
Lekin us waqt, Sikandar apni hosh mein nahi tha.
Khoon ki pyaas aur Blood Moon ka asar uske hosh ko dhoondhne nahi de raha tha.
Uski aankhon mein sirf ek shikar tha — Rosie.
Tapak tapak kar thook uske mooh se gir raha tha.
Rosie dheere dheere darwaze ke qareeb ja rahi thi jab achanak...
Sikandar ki aankhon mein ek jhilmilahat chamki
Aur woh achanak Rosie par jhapta!
Slash!
Rosie ne hawa ka jhatka lagakar ek taraf chhalang lagayi.
Sikandar ka vaar chook gaya lekin uski taqat se darwaza zor se band ho gaya — aur Rosie ka rasta band ho gaya.
Ab uske paas sirf aik rasta tha: ladna.
"Main aik Rank 2 Awakened hoon... aur yeh to aik Werewolf hai! Main kaise ladun?!" Rosie ke chehre par paseena tha.
Lekin phir uski nazar ek cheez par ja kar ruk gayi:
"Meri talwar!"
Woh talwar jo sab armas se mukhtalif thi — chandi ki chamak ke saath hara nishan uski dhaar par tha.
Usi waqt, Sikandar ghoor kar Rosie ki taraf daudta hai, mooh khol kar usay kaatne ko.
Rosie ne ek aur chhalang lagayi aur deewar se taqra gaya Sikandar.
Rosie ne turant spell bola:
"Basic Magic, Wind Cutter!"
Whoosh!
Hawa ki dhaar uske haath se nikal kar Sikandar ki taraf gayi.
Sikandar ne ghussa mein apne naakhun se usse kaatne ki koshish ki.
Halka sa rok mila, lekin woh Wind Cutter do tukdon mein toot gaya.
Rosie ne iss moka ka faida uthaya aur apni talwar utha li:
"Basic Magic! Wind Cutter!"
Iss dafa spell zyada taqatwar tha.
Sikandar ne rokte waqt thoda waqt liya — aur Rosie ne fauran faasla kam kar diya.
Rosie ne apna haath Sikandar ke pait par rakha aur seedha spell mara:
"Wind Gale!"
BAM!
Sikandar deewar se takra gaya, lekin kuch hi lamhon mein wapas khara ho gaya — halke se hilta hua.
Rosie turant bhaagti hai:
"Yeh hi moka hai!"
Lekin jaise hi woh darwaze ke qareeb pohanchi...
Ek thandi hawa uske chehre se guzri...
Sikandar uske samne aa gaya — aur apna hath uthaya attack ke liye!
"Yeh bohat tez hai! Main isse block nahi kar sakti!"
Rosie ne apne haathon ko samne kar ke block karna chaha, ek sabz noor uske gird aa gaya.
Lekin...
Slash!
"Ahhh!" Rosie cheekh uthi.
Sikandar ka vaar itna shiddat bhara tha ke Rosie deewar se takra gayi — phir kheed kar zameen par gir gayi.
Khoon uske hont se nikal raha tha.
Uske dono haath khooni the — chaar gehri naakhun ki lakeerein un par thi.
Rosie ne kamzor nazar se Sikandar ko dekha:
"Yeh... bohat zyada taqatwar hai..."
Achanak uski nazar parde par padi.
Aakhri umeed ke tor par, usne parda pakra — aur khidki band kar di.
Poora kamra andhere mein doob gaya.
Kahin na kahin Rosie ke zehan mein tha:
"Shayad direct moonlight usse taqatwar banata hai... to andhera usse kamzor karega."
Rosie zameen par gir gayi, bilkul kamzor.
Thud... Thud... Thud...
Qadam uski taraf badhne lage.
Rosie ne mushkil se sir uthaya — Sikandar samne tha, uski peeli aankhen chamak rahi thi.
Aur phir achanak...
"Eh?"
Sikandar ki aankhen halki si khuli, jaise uski hosh ka ek zarra wapas aa gaya ho.
Usne Rosie ki haalat dekhi — khoon mein lathpath — aur uske dil mein guilt bhar gaya:
"Main ne yeh kya kar diya?!"
Magar bloodlust ab bhi tha...
Uska doosra roop usse kehta tha ke Rosie ko maar de...
Lekin...
Sikandar ne apni puri taqat se khud par qaboo paaya — aur khidki tod kar bahar chhalang laga di!
Rosie ka ghar sheher ke kinare tha, jahan paas mein Emham Jungle tha.
Sikandar bina sochay seedha jungle ki taraf bhaag gaya.
"Main kisi aur ko nuqsan nahi pohcha sakta."
Uske zehan mein sirf yeh tha.
Emham jungle mein daakhil hotay hi, aik zor daar howling sunayi di.
Aoooouuuuuuuuuu!!
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Jungle ke doosri taraf...
Aoooouuuuuuuuuu!!
Ek bari si laal jild wali shaitani makhlooq aik murda hiran ka gosht kha rahi thi.
Howl sunte hi usne apna sir uthaya.
Woh Sikandar se bohat zyada bara tha.
Do pairon par khara tha, uske mooh se do bare daant bahar nikle hue the, aur haath mein aik darakht ka tana tha jo uska hathiyar tha.
Uski aankhon mein khoon bhar gaya.
Usne hiran ko ek taraf pheka — aur howling ki taraf daud padhi.