Harshraj ek aisa ladka tha jiske baare mein log kehte the —
"Ye ladka normal nahi hai… ye genius hai."
Reading ho, writing ho, communication ho ya stage par dance — Harshraj har jagah perfect tha.
Uski awaaz mein alag hi jaadu tha. Voice artist ke roop mein uski pehchaan college tak simit nahi rahi thi.
Aur jab baat aayi government engineering exams ki, to Harshraj sirf pass nahi hua — topper bana.
Par is sab ke beech ek baat common thi —
wo kabhi ghamand nahi karta tha.
B.Tech CSE, ek acche government college se.
Final year ke pehle hi uski 70 LPA ki job lag chuki thi.
Log sapna kehte the use.
Par Harshraj ke liye… wo sirf zimmedari thi.
Usne job join ki. Ek saal kaam kiya.
Sab kuch perfect tha — paisa, respect, comfort.
Phir bhi…
Uske mann mein kuch ajeeb sa tha.
Har raat jab wo akela hota, uske vichaar use sone nahi dete.
Usse apna bachpan yaad aata —
jab wo raja–maharajaon ki kahaniyan padha karta tha.
Desh ke liye ladne wale veer, imandari, balidaan.
Uska desh.
Usse apna desh beinteha pyaara tha.
Par usne kabhi apne sapno ke baare mein nahi socha.
Kyunki usse apne pariwar ki zarurat zyada badi lagti thi.
"Pehle family… phir main."
Yahi mantra tha uska.
Ek din office ke kaam ke dauraan, Harshraj ne kuch aisa dekha…
jo uske andar sab kuch hila gaya.
System.
Paisa.
Power.
Aur uske beech sach ka gala ghotta hua.
Us din usne khud se pehli baar sach kaha—
"Ye meri life nahi hai.
Ye mere sapne nahi the…
Ye sirf meri family ke sapne the."
Us raat usne faisla kar liya.
"Ab main apne desh ke liye kaam karunga.
Chahe jo ho jaye."
Bina kisi ko bataye, bina shor machaye —
usne government civil exams ki tayari shuru kar di.
Sirf 3 mahine.
15–15 ghante padhna.
Thakaan nahi, sirf lakshya.
Aur jab result aaya —
wo sirf select nahi hua…
topper bana.
Par mushkil yahin khatam nahi hui.
Uska pariwar razi nahi tha.
70 LPA chhod kar government job?
Harshraj ne shaant awaaz mein kaha—
"Isme koi burai nahi hai.
Ye mera sapna hai.
Aur main ise poora karunga."
23 saal ki umar mein usne civil services crack ki.
Salary?
₹50,000 per month.
₹6 LPA.
Par is baar…
wo sach mein khush tha.
Saalo ke dauraan usne kai baar corruption roka.
Galat logon ko saza dilwayi.
Kabhi jhuka nahi.
Imandaar.
Disciplined.
Aur aaj, 25 saal ki umar mein —
Harshraj ek high-ranking government officer tha.
Aur mera…
Mera best friend.
Wo mujhse kuch nahi chupata tha.
Ek din usne dheere se kaha,
"Yaar… ek baat hai."
Government service ke dauraan use ek ladki pasand aa gayi thi.
Uske jaisi hi —
imandaar, disciplined, caring.
Naam tha Manasvini.
Par Harshraj…
ladkiyon se baat karne mein himmat kho deta tha.
Rejection ka darr.
Ek din Manasvini khud uske paas aayi.
"Sir, mujhe aapse kuch kehna tha…"
Harshraj ghabra gaya.
"Abhi kaam hai," kehkar wahan se chala gaya.
Agli baar usne kaha,
"Kya hum coffee shop mein baat kar sakte hain?"
Us din sach mein kaam tha.
Ek bada corruption case.
Mara–mari.
Ghayal log.
Harshraj ne bina soche sabko sambhala.
Corrupt log pakde gaye.
Ghayalon ki madad hui.
Sab kuch… Manasvini ne dekha.
Us din usne bhi faisla kar liya.
"Main kal use sab keh dungi."
Manasvini khud bhi civil exams ki topper reh chuki thi.
Bas 3 saal badi thi Harshraj se.
Dono ek dusre ko pasand karte the.
Dono bolne se darte the.
Us raat Harshraj ne bhi socha—
"Kal kuch bhi ho…
main use apne pyaar ke baare mein bata dunga."
Par use ye nahi pata tha…
Kal ek nayi musibat uska intezaar kar rahi thi.