"World War 3: Ek Hindustani Ki Aankhon Se"
(2025 ka kalpnik pehla din)
5:30 AM
Main apne ghar ki chhat par tha. Subah ka hawa thandi thi, lekin dil me ajeeb si ghabrahat thi.
TV par news chal rahi thi —
"Pilgrims convoy attacked, dozens dead. Bharat ki jawabi karwai tayyar."
Pura desh gusse me tha.
7:00 AM
Radio me PM ka emergency address aya:
"Bharat ki sena ne aatankwadi camps par surgical strike kiya hai. Citizens, stay calm and prepared for any situation."
Pados ke log gali me nikal aaye — sabke chehre pe tension thi.
Kisi ki maa ro rahi thi, kisi ke phone pe message aa raha tha ki ration aur petrol stock kar lo.
10:00 AM
Breaking news:
"Pakistan retaliates. Borders active. Fighter jets scrambled."
Sheher me siren bajne lage.
Army ke trucks highway se guzar rahe the.
Sabko pata tha — yeh aaj kuch bada hone ja raha hai.
12:30 PM
Ek tez dhamaka —
Dur kahin se fighter jets ka awaz aur smoke dikha.
Mobile network band hone laga.
Internet slow hone laga.
Ek local news anchor chilla raha tha:
"Cyber attack detected. Major cities targeted. Stay indoors."
3:00 PM
PM ne National Emergency declare kar di.
Public transport bandh.
Banks bandh.
Army school aur colleges ko as emergency camps use karne lagi.
Hamari gali me sab log ek jagah ikattha hone lage — jaise purane zamane me jang ke waqt hota tha.
7:00 PM
Border par nuclear weapons ke ready hone ki khabar aayi.
Mujhe laga, shayad ye meri zindagi ka aakhri din ho.
Main maa ke haath pakad kar baitha tha.
Usne bas ek baat boli:
"Beta, chahe kuch bhi ho, apna insaniyat ka farz mat bhoolna."
Aur main chup tha... kyunki shabdon se zyada aankhen sab keh chuki thi.
11:55 PM
Ek bada flash...
Dur se ek roshni ka gola utha...
Ground hil gaya...
Ye nuclear blast tha.
Radio off ho gaya.
TV dead screen ho gaya.
Mobile ka signal gaya.
Us raat, duniya ek naye yug me kadam rakh chuki thi —
Andhera, sannata aur survival.