The Dual Life Begins
“Tumhe lagta hai zindagi unfair hai?
Mujhe toh lagta hai… main hi unfair hoon ab.”
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Part 1: Naam Mera Ansh Hai
Mera naam Ansh Verma hai. 12th class mein hoon. Main woh hoon jise koi dekhna bhi nahi chahta. Na teachers, na students. School ka punching bag — har bully ka easy target.
Main average se bhi neeche hoon:
Na meri height acchi,
Na body,
Na confidence.
Roz ka routine ek hi hai:
Bus se school, school mein beizzati, lunch mein akelapan, aur wapas ghar jaake chup-chaap apne kamre mein lockdown.
Ek din mein 20 baar sochta hoon — agar main kisi aur jaisa hota... toh shayad zindagi alag hoti.
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Part 2: Ek Aur Din, Wahi Maar
Us din bhi sab kuch wahi tha.
Karan aur uske chamche mujhe toilet mein band kar dete hain — sirf isliye kyunki main unka homework nahi likh ke laya.
Mujhe ghussa nahi aata... sirf thakaan hoti hai. Aankhon mein paani nahi hota ab, kyunki rona bhi ab luxury lagta hai.
Ghar lautkar maa poochhti hai, “Phir se gir gaya kya?”
Main haan mein sir hila deta hoon.
Woh toh mujhe kab ka girta dekh chuki hai… par sambhalne ka waqt kisi ke paas nahi.
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Part 3: Woh Raat, Woh Pal
Us raat main apne chhote se kamre mein pada hota hoon. Fan ki awaaz, mosquito kaat rahe hain, aur dimag bhar gaya hai.
Ek hi soch baar-baar dimag mein gunj rahi hai:
“Kaash main kisi aur jaisa hota.”
Aur us moment pe, meri aankhon ke saamne sab kuch andhera ho jata hai.
Shayad neend aa gayi thi… ya kuch aur tha.
Main ek ajeeb si jagah par tha — jaise vacuum mein. Na awaaz, na roshni. Sirf ek awaaz aayi.
“Tayyar hai tu, ek doosri zindagi ke liye?”
Main kuch keh nahi paaya. Sirf haan sochi.
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Part 4: Ek Naya Main
Subah jab aankh khuli, main kisi aur kamre mein tha.
Khaali, clean room, ek bade mirror ke saamne. Mirror mein jo chehra tha… woh mera nahi tha.
Main thik se dekh bhi nahi pa raha tha — mirror mein ek ladka tha:
6 foot se zyada height, muscular, jawline sharp, aankhen confident.
“Yeh... main hoon?”
Main chillaya, lekin awaaz... us naye body se aayi.
Main pagal ho gaya tha kya?
Sapna toh nahi?
Par har cheez asli thi. Thandi flooring, kapdon ka texture, body ki strength — sab kuch real lag raha tha.
Pehli baar, mirror mujhe ghur raha tha… aur mujhe pasand aa raha tha.
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Part 5: Do Jism, Ek Main
Mujhe tab samajh aaya, jab main wapas apne original kamre mein gaya — chhupke se.
Wahan mera purana body so raha tha. Ekdum shaant. Jaise coma mein ho. Par breathing ho rahi thi.
Main... do ho gaya hoon.
Do bodies. Ek kamzor Ansh. Ek perfect Ansh.
Par dil... ek hi tha.
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Part 6: Nayi Zindagi Ka Pehla Din
Main naye body ke saath market gaya. Log mujhe dekh rahe the. Ladkiyan muskara rahi thi. Ek uncle ne bola, “Beta, model ho kya?”
Mujhe ajeeb laga... par achha bhi. Pura sheher jaise badal gaya ho.
Jab school ke saamne gaya, toh sab mujhe dekhte reh gaye.
Karan bhi.
Uske chehre pe darr tha.
Pehli baar... usne nazar churaayi.
Aur main? Main usi aankhon se dekhta raha — bina dare, bina jhuke.
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Part 7: Do Chehre, Do Zindagiyaan
Raat hoti hai. Main naye jism mein hoon, toh purana jism so raha hota hai.
Agle din jab purane jism mein laut ke school jata hoon, toh sab kuch wahi hota hai — same insults, same dard.
Lekin ab ek fark hai...
Main akela nahi hoon.
Main kamzor hoon, par main ab sirf ek nahi hoon.
Last Lines:
> “Zindagi ne mujhe ek mauka diya hai — ek doosri main.
Ab dekhte hain… asli main kaun banega.”
TO BE CONTINUED...
Agle episode mein kya hoga:
Naya Ansh school mein admission lega?
Karan ki ego ka kya hoga jab usse pata chale dono same ladke hain?
Ansh ka asli goal kya hai? Badla? Ya khud ko dhoondhna ?!
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