Raat gehri thi.
Sheher ke ek suna-suna industrial zone mein sirf do cheezein zinda thi—
aag… aur goliyon ki awaaz.
Hawa mein dhuaan tha, log bhaag rahe the, aur cheekhon ki goonj har taraf phail chuki thi. Yeh koi aam encounter nahi tha. Yeh ek planned strike tha—**Mission RED ZONE**.
Aur iss mission ka sabse khatarnak hissa… ek aadmi tha.
Agent Rudra.
Underworld mein uska naam darr ke saath liya jaata tha—
*"The Last Weapon."*
Uska asli naam tha **Arjun Singh**.
Ek aisa agent jo kabhi fail nahi hota. Jo apne dushman ko samajhne se pehle hi khatam kar deta hai. Jo emotions ko weakness maanta hai.
Lekin aaj… sab kuch alag tha.
Goliyon ki awaaz dheere dheere kam hone lagi. Aag ki laptein ab bhi jal rahi thi, par battlefield par ek ajeeb si khamoshi chha gayi thi.
Arjun ne apni gun neeche ki.
Uski saansein heavy ho chuki thi… par dushman ke khatam hone ki wajah se nahi.
Uski nazar zameen par padi.
Wahan ek chhota sa bachcha pada tha.
Uski aankhen khuli hui thi… jaise woh ab bhi samajhne ki koshish kar raha ho ki kya hua. Lekin uske sharir mein ab jaan nahi thi.
Arjun jam gaya.
Woh bachcha… target nahi tha.
Woh collateral damage bhi nahi hona chahiye tha.
Phir bhi… woh mar chuka tha.
Uske haath se gun dheere se phisal kar zameen par gir gayi.
Pehli baar…
*The Last Weapon ruk gaya tha.*
Uske kaan mein ek awaaz goonji.
"Rudra, report status. Mission complete?"
Vamika.
Uski handler. Uski manager. Uski duniya ka eklauta connection.
Arjun chup raha.
"Rudra? Come in."
Usne dheere se apni earpiece nikali… aur seedha zameen par phek diya.
"Mission complete nahi hua…" usne dheere se kaha, "Mission galat tha."
Us raat ke baad… Agent Rudra mar gaya.
Aur sirf Arjun Singh bach gaya.
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Kuch din baad…
Delhi.
Zindagi wapas normal thi. Traffic, horn, logon ki bheed—sab usual.
Lekin Arjun ke andar sab kuch badal chuka tha.
Ab woh ek chhote se flat mein rehta tha. Simple kapde pehenta tha. Aur ek normal aadmi ki tarah jeene ki koshish kar raha tha.
Ya kam se kam… acting kar raha tha.
Uska phone baja.
"Haan, Vamika."
Dusri taraf kuch seconds tak silence raha, jaise Vamika uski awaaz sun kar kuch feel kar rahi ho.
"Tumne sab missions transfer kar diye… seriously quit kar rahe ho?" usne finally poocha.
"Main logon ko bachata tha," Arjun ne seedha jawab diya, "ab galti se unhe maar raha hoon."
"Tum weapon ho, Arjun," Vamika ne thoda hard tone mein kaha.
"Exactly," Arjun ne halki si thandi hansi ke saath kaha, "aur main ab weapon nahi banna chahta."
Call cut ho gaya.
Aur uske saath… uska purana life bhi.
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Ab problem yeh thi ki normal life jeeni kaise hai?
Arjun Singh ko mission planning aata tha, combat aata tha, survival aata tha…
lekin normal baatein? Zero.
Isi liye Vamika ne ek "brilliant" idea diya.
Shaadi.
Aur kuch hi din baad, Arjun khud ko ek **Marriage Bureau** ke andar baitha hua paata hai.
Room simple tha—table, chairs, files, aur logon ke biodata.
Receptionist uski file dekh kar thoda smile karti hai.
"Sir, aapka profile kaafi… interesting hai."
Arjun ne bhaav chadhaya. "Kaise?"
"Bas… thoda mysterious," woh muskura kar bolti hai.
Arjun ne andar hi andar socha—
*Agar tumhe asli profile pata chal gaya, toh tum yeh job chhod dogi.*
Woh chair par baith gaya. Samne kuch photos rakhe the. Normal log. Normal zindagi.
Usne ek photo uthaya… phir wapas rakh diya.
"Yeh sab… mere liye nahi hai," usne dheere se khud se kaha.
Lekin zindagi ko shayad kuch aur hi manzoor tha.
Peeche se kisi ke tez kadam uski taraf badhe.
Arjun react karta… usse pehle—
Ek kapda uske muh par zor se daba diya gaya.
Chemical ki smell…
Aankhen bojhal…
Duniya dheere dheere andheri hone lagi.
Aur kuch seconds baad… sab khatam.
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Jab uski aankhen dobara khuli…
Toh sab kuch badal chuka tha.
Uske haath bandhe hue the. Woh ek kursi se tightly bandha hua tha. Room andhera tha… sirf ek light uske upar gir rahi thi.
Aur saamne…
Ek ladki khadi thi.
Black outfit. Confident posture. Aankhon mein darr nahi… control tha.
Yeh thi **Kavya Roy**.
"Good morning… Mr. Groom," usne thande tone mein kaha.
Arjun ne situation ko observe kiya… phir halki si smile di.
"Yeh shaadi ka naya process hai kya?" usne casually poocha.
Room mein khade goons hans pade.
Kavya bilkul nahi hansi.
"Simple hai," usne seedha kaha, "tum mujhse shaadi karoge."
Arjun ne sir thoda side tilt kiya.
"Tum logon ne galat aadmi uthaya hai."
Kavya ne bina ek second waste kiye gun nikali… aur seedha us par aim kar di.
"Ya shayad… bilkul sahi."
Room mein silence chha gaya.
Aur kuch minute baad…
Gunpoint par…
Arjun Singh ki shaadi ho gayi.
Photos click hui. Proof ready.
Deal done.
Kavya ne mudkar goons ko signal diya.
"Kaam khatam. Isse chhod do."
Arjun dheere se hasa.
"Tumhe lagta hai… yeh khatam ho gaya?"
Kavya ne uski taraf dekha… par kuch bola nahi.
Usi waqt—
Police siren ki awaaz hawa mein goonj uthi.
Sab ke chehre badal gaye.
"Police aa gayi!"
Situation control se bahar ja rahi thi.
Arjun ka dimaag instantly calculate karne laga.
Agar police ne usse pakda… toh uska past khul sakta tha.
Aur woh risk nahi le sakta tha.
Agla moment—
Usne apni ropes tod di.
Window ke glass ko todte hue woh bahar kood gaya.
Aur bina peeche dekhe bhaag gaya.
Kavya use jaate hue dekhti rahi.
Usne bas itna kaha—
"Perfect. Kaam ho gaya."
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Lekin kahani yahin khatam nahi hoti.
Kyunki pehli baar…
**The Last Weapon kisi mein interested hua tha.**
Arjun ek dark gali mein rukta hai.
Uski saansein normal ho chuki thi.
Uske dimaag mein sirf ek hi chehra baar baar aa raha tha.
Kavya.
Usne dheere se muskura kar kaha—
"Kaun ho tum…?"
Aur shayad usse khud bhi nahi pata tha…
ki usne abhi abhi apni zindagi ka sabse dangerous decision le liya hai.
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TO BE CONTINUED.....