Episode 7: Speed aur Status
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Mall se nikalte waqt Aryan ke hathon mein dheron branded bags thay, par uski aankhon mein ab bhi ek pyaas baaki thi. Woh Maanvi ko lekar seedha shehar ke sabse bade International Luxury Car Showroom ke samne ja ruka. Raat ka waqt tha, showroom ki kanch wali deewaron ke peeche chamchamati hui gaadiyan kisi sapne jaisi lag rahi thin.
Maanvi ka dil dhak-dhak kar raha tha. “Aryan, yahan kyun? Hum ghar ja rahe thay na?”
Aryan ne koi jawab nahi diya. Usne showroom ka bhari kanch ka darwaza dhaka diya. Andar ki thandi AC ki hawa aur naye chamde (leather) ki khushbu ne unka swagat kiya. Wahan khadi har ek car ki qeemat itni thi ki ek aam insaan ki poori zindagi ki kamayi kam pad jaye.
Ek salesman, jo shayad showroom band karne ki taiyari mein tha, Aryan ke paas aaya. Usne Aryan ke suit aur uski ghadi ko dekha, par phir bhi thoda hichkichate hue bola, “Good evening sir, can I help you? Hum closing time par hain, par agar aap kuch dekhna chahen...”
Aryan ne uski baat poori bhi nahi hone di. Usne apni nazren showroom ke bilkul beech mein khadi us beast par tika di thin—ek Matte Black Lamborghini Aventador. Uska design aisa tha jaise koi shikaari janwar jhapatne ke liye taiyar khada ho.
Aryan ne uski taraf ishara kiya aur sirf ek shabd bola: “Yeh.”
Salesman thoda shock hua. Use laga shayad ye ladka mazaak kar raha hai ya sirf photo khichwane aaya hai. “Sir... ye hamari sabse premium car hai. Iska price—”
“I don’t care,” Aryan ne beech mein hi kaat diya. Uski awaaz mein itna dum tha ki salesman ke pasine chhoot gaye.
Maanvi ne Aryan ka baazu pakda aur use side mein le gayi. “Aryan, hosh mein aao! Ye car 5-6 crore ki hai! Kal tak tumhare paas recharge ke paise nahi hote thay, ye sab pagalpan band karo!”
Aryan ne Maanvi ki taraf dekha. Uski aankhon mein ab wahi "Anant Shakti" wali chamak thi. Usne dhime se kaha, “Maanvi, kal tak main wo tha jise log road par dhakka dete thay. Aaj main wo hoon jo us road ka malik banne wala hoon. Chup raho aur dekho.”
Aryan ne apna wahi Black Card nikaala aur counter par de maar diya. Salesman ke haath kaanp rahe thay jab usne machine mein 5 crore se zyada ki amount enter ki. Maanvi ne apni saansein rok li thin. Use laga abhi machine 'Insufficient Balance' dikhayegi aur guard unhe bahar nikal denge.
Beep... Processing...
Aur phir wahi jaadu hua.
"Transaction Successful."
Done. Showroom mein sannata chha gaya. Salesman ne turant jhuk kar Aryan ko car ki chabi (key) thama di. Aryan ne chabi hawa mein uchhaali aur pakad li.
“Maanvi, baitho,” Aryan ne car ka butterfly door upar uthate hue kaha. “Ab waqt aa gaya hai shehar ko batane ka ki Aryan wapas aa gaya hai. Par is baar... wo akela nahi hai, uske paas 'Anant Shakti' hai.”
Aryan ne engine start kiya. V12 engine ki wo garjan (roar) poore showroom mein goonj uthi. Maanvi ka dimaag accept nahi kar pa raha tha ki kal tak bus mein dhakke khane wala ladka aaj shehar ki sabse mehngi car ka malik tha.
Aryan ne accelerator par pair rakha aur car showroom se bahar nikal gayi, raat ki khamoshi ko chirte hue.
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