Ravi ab badal chuka tha. Uski aankhon me ab dar nahi, sirf ek thandi si shanti thi. Usne seekh liya tha ki is duniya me sirf strong log hi tikte hain.
Ek raat uske paas ek bada mauka aaya. Shehar ka ek aadmi usse milne aaya aur bola, "Agar tu ye kaam kar de, to tujhe paisa bhi milega aur naam bhi."
Kaam aasaan nahi tha… kisi ko darana nahi, balki hamesha ke liye chup karana tha.
Ravi kuch der chup raha. Uske dimag me uska pura past chal raha tha—gareebi, logon ki beizzati, maa-baap ki mehnat. Phir usne dheere se kaha, "Main karunga."
Us raat Ravi ne apni zindagi ka sabse bada faisla liya. Wo jaanta tha ki is raaste se wapas aana mushkil hai.
Kaam ke baad uske haath kaanp rahe the… lekin uske chehre par ek ajeeb sa confidence tha. Usne samajh liya tha ki power ka asli matlab kya hota hai.
Agle din se log usse alag nazar se dekhne lage. Ab wo sirf ek ladka nahi tha… wo ek naam ban raha tha.
Aur Ravi ka safar ab aur bhi andhera hone wala tha…