ज्वाला वायु सीजन १

Jwala Vayu

Chapter 7

Rahul stood outside the Cantonment area at night, staring into the distance. The air was heavy with loss.

Sanju walked up beside him, holding a beer bottle. “You okay?”

Rahul sighed. “I can’t believe Pratap would go this far. And we lost Samarth because of him.”

Sanju exhaled. “I trusted him. He did help Pune… but I didn’t see the devil behind the mask.”

Rahul shook his head. “Pune is down to 65% of its population. We need to end this storm.”

Sanju nodded. “We have the explosion theory, but people are terrified to use it. If we miscalculate, we’ll destroy shelters, collapse buildings, and kill even more people.”

Rahul thought for a moment. “We need one perfect explosion.”

Sanju grinned. “Like cricket—one ball out of the park for the win.”

Rahul chuckled. “Sure.”

Sanju and Rahul met with Venkat, Roy, and army captains to devise a strategy. Certain abandoned areas of Pune were identified for controlled explosions.

As they prepared the barrels, Kiara called out from a truck, “Guys, get in!”

They parked far from the setup and waited for the storm. Sanju gripped the detonator.

The wind roared as Jwala Vayu descended in full force.

Sanju pressed the button. “BOOM!”

Nothing happened.

Sanju frowned. He pressed it again. “No BOOM BOOM?”

Rahul cursed. “Damn it, no batteries! One sec—” He fumbled, quickly inserting the missing power cells.

Sanju clicked the button again.

BOOM!

A massive chain of explosions tore through the storm, sending shockwaves through the sky. The storm wavered, flickering like a fire struggling to stay lit.

Mona’s voice crackled over the radio. “Guys! The storm is silent in some areas!”

Kiara gasped. “It worked!”

Sanju hugged Rahul as relief flooded over them. Rahul, testing fate, stuck a leg out into the weakened storm.

Nothing happened.

They celebrated, and back at the shelter, people cheered for their first real victory. Sanju raised a hand. “This isn’t over. We need to keep doing this—but with precision.”

Over the next three days, explosions were triggered across India. Some methods worked, but others backfired, causing destruction.

The PM frowned as reports came in. “It worked—for a while.”

Roy sighed. “Some explosions stabilized the storm, others made disintegration worse.”

Sanju frowned. “Why?”

Venkat, in Delhi, analyzed the storm’s particle reaction data. “Not all explosions have the same effect.

• Controlled thermal explosions—like fuel-based ones—weaken the storm.
• Random high-impact blasts cause disintegration to spread instead of stopping it.

PM nodded. “Then we halt random blasts. Focus on protecting shelters and key areas.”

Roy confirmed. “Yes, sir!”

At a high-security research facility in Delhi, Venkat examined the storm’s molecular structure with Officer Bala.

Bala asked, “Sir, can we beat this?”

Venkat sighed. “That’s why we moved here. And I owe you thanks—you risked your life in Bangalore to help me.”

Bala shrugged. “I did what was needed.”

Venkat nodded. “We now have storm particle samples. We know the storm can destabilize itself. We know explosions interfere with it.”

Bala frowned. “But we can’t keep burning fuel barrels forever. We need a permanent solution.”

Venkat turned to his team. “Scan the Alaska site. Let’s see what we find.”

As the satellite images loaded, Venkat’s face went pale.

“Damn… No! Is that—?!”

Meanwhile, rebellion spread across India.

A group of insurgents raided military sites, stealing explosive materials. Soldiers were injured. Some detonated bombs in random places during free time, causing mass panic.

Captain Suraj and his team tracked one such group and arrested them.

Sanju addressed the people. “If you think random explosions will save us, you’re wrong. You’re killing innocent people. We must work together—not against each other.”

Suraj increased volunteer security around explosive storage zones.

Rahul, frustrated, muttered, “We as humans suck. Seriously.”

Ashish nodded. “Sir, people never learn. Same as COVID-19. Some still went out, got infected, and then ran to hospitals when it was too late.”

Sanju smirked. “The one time being negative was a good thing.”

They laughed, but Rahul suddenly went quiet. “I remember… the day my parents tested positive.”

Everyone turned to him.

“They were admitted side by side. Oxygen tanks, injections... they were fine. Every time I visited, they smiled. Ten days they fought that demon. On the eleventh day, I got the call. Me and Sanju rushed there.

Dad was struggling to breathe. The machine didn’t beep.

Ten seconds later, another machine didn’t beep.”

Mona hugged him as tears filled his eyes.

Sanju exhaled. “This man-made and natural disaster has stolen everything—our families, our peace, our future.”

Ashish placed a hand on his shoulder. “Don’t worry, sir. This disaster will end soon. Have faith.”

Back in a high-security prison, an inmate received a note.

A guard, paid off by an insider, slipped him a chit.

The note read: ‘Rescue attempt incoming.’

The prisoner smirked. He burned the chit and whispered, “Finally.”

Who was the recipient? And what did this mean for Pune?