15. Chapter 15

EID MUBARAK To everyone...here is the Eid gift...

WARNING for A Learning Pen: Please keep your tissue box aside...a emotionality painful chapter ahead...

NOW HAVE A HAPPY READING...

Their neighbours were standing outside the door with rude and angry expression stuck over his face...he felt that an unknown fear was gripping his heart but he knew that it was not the time to break down in front of this crowd who were determined to hurt his brother again...so he hardened his face and said in firm tone...

Daya: kya baat hain?...itni subah aap log yahan...humare ghar mein kya kar rahe hain?...woh bhi itni subah?...

Neighbour 1: kyun?...tum log nahin jante ki hum log kyun yahan aaye hain?...kal raat ko humara sandesha nahin mila tum logon ko?...

Daya(in calm tone): haan mila tha...to?...

Neighbour 2: to matlab?...to matlab kya?...humne kaha tha na ki aapko aur Abhijeetji ko humare maholle se jana hoga?...gaye kyun nahin ab tak aap dono?...

Neighbour 1: arey us ka**** ko "ji" kyun keh rahe ho?...itna characterless insan ko izzat dene ka matlab izzat ki beizzati karna hain...

Neighbour 3: haan...sahi keh rahe hain aap Guptaji...kaisa parivar hain in dono ka...ek woh hain jo acid se chehra jalake aaya...aur ek yeh hain use saza dilwane ki wajaye uska saath de raha hain...

Daya(in anger): saza?...kis baat ko saza?...kya kiya hain mere Abhi ne jo use saza dilwaun?...wohs ek acid attack victim hain...yeh hi uska galti hain?...agar haan to sun lijiye...humare desh ke kanoon kabhi bhi ek peedit ko doshi nahin thehrata aur na hi saza deta hain...

Neighbour 2: hum jante the ki aap apne bhai ka...

Neighbour 4: kya aap aap laga rakhe hain aap Sharmaji?...yeh log izzat ki layak hain hi nahin...jaisa yeh waisa iska woh bhai...dono ke dono ek hain...ka****...

Daya gripped his own fist tightly and his eyes had reddened already...the neighbours looked towards it and stepped backwards as they clearly knew his this form...and they were scared of it...of course!...Guptaji said in scared tone...

Guptaji: dekhiye Dayaji...hume koi aitraaz nahin hain aapko is society mein rehne dene se...aap yahan reh sakte hain...bejijak reh sakte hain...hume aitraaz nahin hain...balki aap jaisa super cop agar yahan...humare society mein rehenge to woh humare liye garv ka vishay hain...par...par aap please apne dost se kahiye ki woh yeh maholla chodke chala jaye...hum humare maholle mein kisi characterless insan ko rehne nahin denge...isse humare bachcho par galat asar pad sakta hain...aap please samjhiye is baat ko...please...

Daya(in chewing tone): accha?...main Abhijeet se kahu ki woh yeh ghar, yeh society chodke chala jaye?...aur woh maan jayega?...itni asaani se?...

Sharmaji: to aap unhe ghar se nikal dijiye na?...simple...aap agar unhe ghar se nikal denge to society se nikalwane ki zimmedari humari...kyun bhaiyon?...

Daya(with curiosity): main Abhijeet ko kaise ghar se nikal sakta hoon?...is ghar ka aadha hissa to uske naam pe hain...kahin usne police bula liya to?...

Neighbour 5: arey Dayaji...aap dhokhe se ghar ki papers pe unka sign le lena...bas!...baat khatam!...

Daya, without a word, just went to him, grabbed his collar and shouted in anger...

Daya: kya kaha tu ne?...main Abhi ko dhoka doon?...dhoke se ghar usse cheenke use is ghar se bahar nikal doon?...kyun haan?...(jerking him)...kya kiya hain usne jo main use itna badi saza doon?...kaan kholke sun lijiye aaplog ek baat...hum dono ne mann hi mann yeh kasam liya hain ki jeete jee him kabhi bhi ek dusre ko dhoka nahin denge...aur na hi kabhi ek dusre se jhooth bolenge...

He left him with a jerk and said addressing the crowd...

Daya: aap log hume saaf daaf bataiye...Abhijeet ko yahan rehne dene se aap logo ko itna aitraaz kyun hain?...kya?...bigada kya hain mere bhai ne aap logo ka?...

Neighbour 6(in anger): kya bigada hain?...arey Abhijeet jaisa characterless iinsanagar humare society mein rehenge to humare bachcho par bura asar pad sakta hain...humare bachche galat raste par jaa sakte hain...galat sangat mein pad sakte hain...tab uska zimmedari kya aap log lenge?...

Neighbour 7: haan Dayaji...aap ko Abhijeet ko arrest kar lene chahiye zald se zald...

Daya once took a glance of the whole crowd present outside their house...then smiled sarcastically and began to clap loudly with...

Daya: wah!...wah! wah! wah!...kitna accha logic hain...maan gaya main aap logo ko...maan gaya...agar Abhijeet yahan raha to aapke bachche bigad jayega aur agar woh chala gaya to sab ke sab ek ek mahapurush ban jayega...haina?...Guptaji aap...aapka woh nalayak beta...peechle saal hi Abhijeet ke haathon pakda gaya tha eve teasing aur ladkiyon ki harassment zulm mein aur Sharmaji...aapke beta to rangeen duniya ka rehnewala hain...peechle mahine hi maine pakda tha use ek illegal massage parlour mein...aap apne takat istemal karke riha kara laye use...haina?...aur Trivediji...aapki beti...kuch khabar rakhte hain aap ki aaj kal kahan aane jaane lagi hain?...waqt rahte sambhal lijiye warna bohot jald salakhon ki peeche hogi woh...aur aap log bhi to kam nahin jate...

He stopped for a while to take a breath...he could notice that the crowd had become silent all of a sudden and the faces were getting pale...but he was not in the mood to stop as he was enjoying their helplessness and it was necessary for him to make it sure that these people should never harass or disturb them anymore...and this, he clearly knew, could only be done by pointing their own faults...he continued in firm tone...

Daya: Guptaji aapka ek chot mota business hain...income tax file mein zyada return nahin dena padta aapko magar...magar phir bhi aap saal mein teen char baar to foreign tour mein jaate hi hain...woh bhi with family...aur woh bhi high class jagahon par...London, New York wagera wagera...kya main jan sakta hoon kaise?...aur Chaturvedi sahab aap...suna hain aaj kal human trafficking ki karobaar mein dera jamane ki koshish chal raha hain...Tiwari sahab se to mujhe jalan hi hota hain...aap to sone chandi ke ghar mein rehte hain...sunaa hain aapke ghar ke har ek deewar pe karoro ka sone chandi ke biscuits, bars aur ornaments chupa hua hain?...kyun sach bol raha hoon na main?...

He again stopped and looked towards the pale and scared faces of his neighbours...he smirked and then said...

Daya: kya hua?...sachchai dil pe kaante ko chub raha hain kya?...sheeshe mein chehra pasand nahin aaya to kahin aaplog is sheeshe ko todne ke bare main to nahin soch rahe haina?...ab is mein main kya kar sakta hoon kahiye?...aap log hain hi itna ganda...aap sab par bohot dino se CID aur income tax department ki nazar kayam hain...bohot jald aap log andar honge...

Neighbour 8: aap kehna kya chahte hain saaf saaf kahiye...

Daya: yeh hi ki aap log mere Abhi par ungli uthane se pehle khudki darivan pe jhank ke dekhiye...Abhijeet ke saath jo bhi hua woh uski duty aur imandari ke wajah se hua hain...aap logo ke liye bhale hi uska chehre ke woh sab jalne ka nishan ek kalank hain par mere liye woh ek inaam hain...uske imandari, uske mehnat, uske wafadari air uske apne desh ke liye diya gaya qurbani ke inaam hain...Abhi ne to duty ke liye apna aisi halat bana liya hain...par aap log?...chee!...sharam aane chahiye aap logo ko...khud ke character theek nahin hain...aaye hain Senior Inspector Abhijeet ke character par ungli uthane...

Neighbour 9: him bhi kachche khiladi nahin hain Daya...humare pass bhi saboot hain...saboot hain tumhare us bhai ke kale karnaamo ka...aur uske ladki doston ka...woh bhi koi doodh ka dhula hua nahin hain jo tum use itna izzat de rahe ho...

Daya: accha?...kya saboot hain?...kya saboot hain aap logo ke pass jo aap log itna uchal rahe hain?...aisa kya lag gaya aap logo ke haath?...zara main bhi to dekhun...

The neighbour, with a smirk, threw an envelope towards him...Daya caught it and opened it...some photos were inside it...Daya took a glance of them and became spell bound to find all of them being Abhijeet's photos, with different young girls, in intimate positions...

He was staring towards the photos in fixed gaze when heard...

Neighbour 4: mila saboot?...dekh liya apni aankhon se?...dekha apni bhai ki karnaamon ko?...iske baad bhi hum Abhijeet ko yahan kaise rehne denge batao?...

Daya just looked up towards him and threw away the envelope at his face with...

Daya: kya lagta hain aap logo ko?...mujhe aap kuch morphed photos dikhayenge aur main maan lunga ki mera bhai characterless hain?...ek baat bataiye...Abhijeet ko kaun zyada janta hain main ya aap?...mujhe bhali bhati pata hain apni Abhi ke bare mein...mujhe acchi tarah se pata hain ki woh kya kar sakta hain aur kya nahin?...mujhe khud se zyada apne bhai apne Abhi par bharosa hain aur humesha se rahega bhi...main uske liye puri duniya ko chod sakta hoon par puri duniya ke khushiyon ke badle bhi Abhi ko nahin chod sakta...kyun ki meri khushiyan Abhi hain...air yeh mujhe acchi tarah se pata hain...mere aur Abhi ke rishtein ke beech kisi teesre ki zaroorat na kabhi tha, na kabhi hain aur na hi kabhi hoga...hum dono kaafi hain ek dusre ke liye...aur yeh baat aap log jaitni jaldi samajh jayenge itna hi aap logo ke liye accha hain...samjhe?...

He entered the house and closed the door on the crowd's face with a bang...he was feeling drained, deprived of any energy...he just threw himself on a sofa and took a deep breath while closing his eyes...

Meanwhile the crowd was standing outside duo's house silently while feeling very much ashamed in front of each other...after a while Mr. Gupta looked up towards the main door of duo's house and said in hissy tone...

Mr. Gupta: hum is beizzati ka badla zaroor lenge Daya...itna...itna dard denge ab hum tumhare us bhai ko ki tumhara rooh kamp uthega...ab dekhna Daya...kitna rulata hain hum tumhe...tumhare galti ke saza ab tumhara woh bhai bhuktega...

He burst into loud laughter and looked towards the main door of duo house with sharp cruel gaze...then turned towards the crowd and said...

Mr. Gupta: chaliye yahan se...dekh lenge in dono ko hum...

Mr. Sharma: chaliye chalke Suryaji ko sab kuch batate hain...Hume plan B ke bare mein discussion bhi karna hain...in dono ko barbaad na karke hume chain nahin aayega...

Daya was sitting in half lying position with closed eyes, thinking about the future and what Abhijeet would have to face next from society...when he felt a soft touch on his head...he opened his eyes with a jerk and saw Abhijeet was sitting beside him and was staring towards him with concern...seeing Daya's open eyes, he said in anxious tone...

Abhijeet: kya hua Daya?...tabiyat theek nahin lag raha hain kya?...main doc...doctor bulaun?...

Daya sat up straight while grabbing Abhijeet's hands in his with a soft smile and...

Daya: nahin yaar...bas zara sa sar dard hain...theek ho jayega...tum chinta mat karo...aur phir tum uth gaye ho na...zara mere sar ke acche se massage kar do...phir dekhna...dard kya dard ka baap bhi yunh...chutki bajake bhag jayega...

Abhijeet, without a word, pulled up Daya's head on his lap and began to massage his head silently...Daya looked up towards his face silently...a burnt horrible face with numerous scars on it...giving witness of the brutal torture done by that criminal with the owner of it...but for Daya, it was the most handsome face of the world...because it was the face of that person who loved and cared him the most in this whole world...and beauty never existed in the body, it existed in the mind, he knew...and according to him, his Abhi was owner of the most beautiful mind in the world...so was not Abhijeet the most handsome man of the world, being the owner of the most beautiful face in the world?...

He came out from the trance with Abhijeet's voice as...

Abhijeet: Daya...

Daya: hmmmmmmm...

Abhijeet: ek baat poochun...bura to nahin manoge na?...

Daya: arey yaar...tumhe kabse ijajat lagta hain mujhse kuch poochne se pehle?...

Abhijeet(with hesitation): nahin yaar...ek baat sach sach bologe?...yeh janna mere liye bohot zaroori hain...aur tumhe meri kasam...sach hi bolna...

Daya(in deep tone): maine kabhi tumse jhooth kaha hain kya Abhi?...itna yakeen to haina mujh par?...

Abhijeet(in low tone): yaar woh...woh...woh yaar mujhe yeh poochna tha ki kahin...kahin...yaar kahin tumhe mujhse dar to nahin lagta na?...

Daya immediately moved away Abhijeet's hand from his head and sat up with...

Daya: dar?...kehna kya chahte ho Abhijeet?...saaf saaf bolo jo kehna hain...

Abhijeet(in low tone): woh yaar...woh ab meri shaqal ab...

He looked up towards Daya who too was looking towards him with sharp fixed gaze...Abhijeet immediately lowered his eyes and continued in low tone...

Abhijeet: yaar ab mera shaqal itni darawana ho gaya haina to...mujhe laga ki shayad tumhe bhi mujhse...(after a bit pause)...dar lagne laga hain...(in teary tone)...sab ki tarah...

Daya(in rude tone): Abhijeet...tumhe kya lagta hain ki tum mujhse jhooth bologe aur mujhe woh pata bhi nahin chalega?...yeh mat bhoolna ki tum mera bhai ho aur main tumhare rag rag se wakeef hoon...

Abhijeet(in surprised tone): tum...tum kehna kya chahte ho Daya?...main tumse jhooth...

Daya(in firm tone): haan...Abhijeet tum mujhe jitna jante ho main bhi tumhe utna hi janta hoon yeh mat bhoolo...batao kisne dali tumhara dimag mein yeh baat ki main tumhare shaqal se darta hoon?...(in loud angry tone)...batao...

Abhijeet(with stammer): ki...kisi ne bhi to nahin...

Daya, in anger, banged the center table loudly with an angry shout as...

Daya: damn it!...

Abhijeet jerked badly in scare due to his shout which Daya noticed but ignored as he knew that it was the correct time to collect Abhijeet's confession about the criminal who did this brutal torture with him, breaking him totally...Daya grabbed Abhijeet by his shoulder and shouted loudly in anger...or in pain?...

Daya: Abhijeet...ek hapte se zyada...ek hapte se zyada ho chuka hain tum hume mile ho...but still you are denying to reveal the name of the bu****** who has done this with you...par ab aur nahin...aaj tumhe batana hi hoga ki kaun hain woh...(jerking him)...batao kaun tha woh?...batao kisne kiya hain tumhare saath yeh?...batao...

Abhijeet remained silent as he could easily remember each and every word of the email he had read this morning after waking up...

Abhijeet opened his eyes and took a deep breath of relaxation as he was able to sleep peacefully last night due to his brother's song and care...a smile appeared on his face and he sat up...

He did not see Daya near him so thought that he must have gone to kitchen to prepare breakfast...he whispered with the smile...

Abhijeet: mera bhai!...

He went to washroom and came out after some minutes after freshening up...he could now move easily as his leg wound had healed up much now, so he decided to go downstairs to help Daya in kitchen chores...

At that moment, his mobile, which was on the bedside table made sound of receiving new notifications...though he did not feel any interest or need to check mobile nowadays, he picked up the mobile...

Touching the mobile, he suddenly became absent minded...an almost old man, clad in formal suit, came in front of his eyes along with some words as...

Mujhe khudse zyada bharosa hain Abhijeet...

I am proud of you my boy...

He felt that an unknown tune of violin was coming from far away, reminding him the glorious days of his life...in CID bureau...and with a brave, proud and ever sacrificing man named ACP Pradyuman...yes he was missing CID!...and more accurately his dearly ACP sir!...

He could remember how busy his mobile and his number used to be when he was in CID...call from his juniors, from his informers and many more...and now none touched this mobile as he himself had cut all the connections from them...living like a dead...

Had there no way left to return?...to CID?...or more accurately to his LIFE?...to all of his dearly and beloved peoples?...

Abhijeet sighed...he was continuously playing with the mobile, taking glances of the screen with regular intervals...at least he made up his mind and entered the WhatsApp account...he entered the chat with ACP sir where last conversation took place two long months ago...

He stopped and kept staring towards the screen for long...he was still feeling hesitation and somewhere shame to contact with his father after such a long time...he began typing but then stopped and deleted the message and again typed...and again deleted...and again typed...this repeated multiple times until he closed his eyes tightly and typed a message as...

Good Morning Sir...kaise hain aap?...

Main theek hoon sir...par aapko bohot miss kar raha hoon...

Apna khayal rakhna sir...

He pressed the "send" button and then threw away the mobile on bed, hiding his face in his palms...he was afraid of the consequences of sending those messages...after a while he picked up his mobile and logged in to his Gmail account...

He began to check the emails and was frowned to see a mail from an unknown Gmail ID...he entered the conversation with a soft whisper as...

Abhijeet: yeh kiska ID hain?...

The mail opened and brought the nightmare of that incident again but this time with new horror...Surya was the sender!...

Pyare Abhijeet...

I hope tumne ab tak mujhe nahin bhoola nahin...aur bhoologe bhi kaise?...tumhare zindagi bhar ke khauf ka naam jo hain SURYA SINGH RANDHAWA...tum mujhe kabhi nahin bhool paoge Abhijeet...kabhi bhi nahin...aur kabhi bhoolne lago bhi na to ek baar...bas ek baar sheeshe ke saamne jake khudko dekh lena...khudka "haseen" chehra dekhke tumhe main yaad aa hi jaunga...

Chalo ab kaam ki baatein karte hain...tum humesha yeh yaad rakhna ki meri nazar humesha se hi tumhare us "khoobsurat" chehre par rahega...tumhara har ek kadam pe nazar hain mera...aur yeh baat yaad rakhne mein hi bhalai hain tumhari...

Haan, ek baat to bhool hi gaya...tumhara bhai Daya bhi bohot "handsome" hain...sirf handsome nahin, dashing bhi...uske chehre pe acid phenkne kaaza alag hoga...haina?...kya kehte ho Abhijeet?...daal doon Daya ke chehre pe bhi acid?...haan tumhare tarah utna maza to nahin de sakta use thoda thoda dalke...ek baar mein hi phenkna padega...daal doon?...

Abhijeet ab tumhara woh darawana chehra aur darawana ho gaya haina?...I swear...dar ke mare?...nahin nahin...daro mat...main Daya ke saath kuch nahin karunga I promise...par uske liye tumhe bhi mere liye kuch karna hoga...kya karoge?...hmmmmmmm...batata hoon...Daya jab tumse poochega ki kaun kiya hain tumhara yeh halat tab tum mere bare mein kuch nahin bataoge...kuch nahin...kuch bhi nahin...samjhe?...waise ab Daya bhi tumhare us darawani shaqal se darta haina?...zaroor darta hoga...arey bhsi mujhe hi kabhi kabhi dar lagta tha aur Daya to...

Tum soch rahe honge ki main mana kyun kar raha hoon Daya ko batane se...par kya karu main?...mujhe Daya se dar lagta hain...peechle baar ka thappad bhoola nahin hoon na abhi...

Bye Bye Abhijeet

Take care...agar tumhe kuch ho gaya to mere saath khelega kaun?...

Tumhara Surya...

Abhijeet wiped away the sweat which had appeared on his forehead during reading the mail...he felt that the pleasure which he was feeling some times ago had disappeared...along with the violin tune...he whispered in pain...

Abhijeet: nahin...main Daya ko kuch nahin hone dunga...kuch bhi nahin...main use kuch bhi nahin bataunga...kuch nahin bataunga...(with scare)...Surya ke bare mein...

Abhijeet came out from his trance as Daya jerked him badly by his shoulders and shouted...

Daya: main kuch pooch raha hoon Abhijeet tumse...aur aaj mujhe jawab chahiye Abhijeet...batao us daronde ka naam jisne tumhara yeh haal kiya hain...

Abhijeet(in scary tone): mu...mujhe nahin pata Daya...ma...maine uska chehra nahin dekha tha...

Daya banged the table again but this time with more anger and force, thus injuring his own hand badly as the glass table broke and the glass pieces perforated his palm...Abhijeet was just stunned to see it...Daya again shouted in pain...

Daya: pata nahin kehne se kaam nahin chalne wala Abhijeet...tum jante ho aaj subah hi humare padoshiyan humare ghar pe humla karne aaye the?...(Abhijeet was shocked)...pata hain kyun?...kyun ki unka manna hain ki agar tum yahan...is society mein rahoge to unke bachcho par bura asar hoga...isliye sab chahte hain ki tum yahan se chale jao...pata hain maine kitni mehnat se roka unko?...aur tum ho ki...

He stopped looking towards his brother's scary and shocked face and calmed down himself by taking some deep breaths...he knelt in front of him and grabbed him by his shoulders with a soft...

Daya: dekho Abhi...main acchi tarah se samajh raha hoon ki tum par kya beet raha hain...tum kis dard, kis takleef se guzar rahe ho us khabar hain mujhe mere bhai...par duniya to yeh nahin samjhega na yaar?...umhe to bas ungli uthane ka ek mauka chahiye bas...aur woh utha bhi rahe hain...ab tum hi batao main yeh kaise chalne doon?...mujhe dukh hota haina jab koi mere Abhi ko bina wajah kose?...use galat kahe...Daya ko takleef hota haina jab Abhi akele mein roye?...hota haina bolo?...(Abhijeet nodded in yes)...to phir?...mujhe bhi to ek mauka milna chahiye na boss taki main apni Abhi ko sahi saabit kar saku?...saabit kar saku ki mera bhai...mera Abhi kabhi bhi galat nahin ho sakta...

Abhijeet(in low tone): Daya...

Daya(in lovely tone): bolo...

Abhijeet(with his eyes on Daya's eyes): tumhe mujh par yakeen to haina yaar ki maine kuch galat nahin kiya?...

Daya(pressed his palms): haan Abhi...aaj bhi mujhe tum par utna hi yakeen hain jitna do mahine pehle tha...khudse bhi zyada...

Abhijeet too tightened his grip on Daya's palm...both spent some moments in comfortable silence, where each and every unspoken pain was being described and was being heard by both of them...ultimately Daya said in soft tone...

Daya: kaun tha woh Abhi?...

Abhijeet(in scared yet hateful tone): Surya...Surya Singh Randhawa...ex business tycoon...

Daya(in firm tone): tumhare saath uska dushmani ke wajah?...

Abhijeet(in low tone): kuch saal pehle maine use arrest kiya tha...actually woh apne business ke aadh mein illegal arms aur drug supply ka dhanda karta tha...main uska employee ka disguise leke uske company join kiya aur saboot ekkatha karke use arrest kar liya...kuch mahine pehle hi woh jail se bhag aaya tha...jail mein rehte waqt hi mera kidnapping ka ka plan banaya tha...bahar aake sirf...(covered his face in his palms)...plan ko anjaam diya aur mere saath...

He burst into tears, remembering that dark dream again which he still saw every night...and which he had to go through one night...the night he could never forget...Daya wrapped him inside his arms and slowly rubbed his back to, consoling him gradually...he knew he could never made his brother forget that pain...but what he want that at least Abhijeet should share all of his pain with him...for which Abhijeet still...yes still was not ready...his trance broke as Abhijeet's painful voice entered his ears...

Abhijeet: tum na bohot alert rehna Daya...yaar woh tumhe bhi nahin chodega...woh yaar...yaar woh na...

Daya(in soft tone): woh kya Abhi?...kya kiya usne tumhare saath?...mujhe batao...

Abhijeet remained silent, still in doubt that whether it would be correct to say Daya everything about the threats he which he was still receiving from Surya...he came out from his trance as Daya again asked him the same question but now with more firmness in his voice...

Daya: kya kiya usne Abhijeet tumhare saath?...mujhe batao...main hoon na...

Abhijeet took a deep breath and tightened his grip on Daya's body with...

Abhijeet: yaar...woh Surya...Surya haina...woh Surya ne mujhe dhamkaya hain ki agar maine uske bare mein kisi ko bhi kuch kaha to woh...woh na...

Daya(in soft and loving tone): woh kya Abhijeet?...

Abhijeet(with scared tone): to woh...woh na tumhare chehre pe bhi acid phenk dega...yaar main...main yaar...main nahin chahta ki...ki meri wajah se tum kisi musibat mein ya takleef mein...

Daya(cut him): Abhi...

Abhijeet nodded only, still hiding himself in Daya's arms...Daya continued as...

Daya: tum ho na mere saath boss?... (Abhijeet again nodded)...to mujhe kuch kaise hoga?...tum hone doge kuch?...ya aak tak hone diya hain jo ab hone doge?...bolo...humesha se aa hi jate ho na ek dhal ki tarah mere aur musibat ke beech?...(in pain)...usdin bhi to aaye the na boss...badle mein Daya se cheen liya na uska Abhijeet?...

Abhijeet separated himself from Daya and said in low, silent and guilty tone...

Abhijeet: par ab to main senior inspector Abhijeet nahin hoon na?...main to ab...

Daya(cut him with firm tone): baadal chand ko to dhak sakta hain Abhi par asmaan ko kabhi bhi nahin...woh hadsa shayad...(stressed)...shayad...senior inspector Abhijeet ki chehra ki jism ki khoobsurati ko nuksan pahuchaya hain par uski dil ki woh khoobsurati jis wajah se woh us maukam tak pahucha hain, jis wajah se woh Daya ka Abhi bana hain, jis wajah se chahe criminals usse darte hain par bachche khush ho jate hain woh aaj bhi sahi salamat hain...insan ki jism ka kya bharosa?...aaj hain kal nahin hain...yaadgar to uski kaam hota hain...haan Abhijeet, shayad tumhara chehra jal chuka hain...par tumhara chehra Mumbai aur puri desh ki dil mein gadh chuka hain...tumhare bahaduri ke roop mein, tumhare imandari ke roop mein, tumhare pyar aur izzat ke roop mein...aur kisi Surya ki acid ki bas ki baat nahin hain us chehre ko jalana...jin logo ne tumhare purane chehre ko dekha tak nahin un logo ke dil mein bhi hain tumhara chehra...tumhare bahaduri ke roop mein...unki dil mein basi tumhare liye pyar, izzat aur maan ke roop mein...

Abhijeet only looked towards him for a moment and then looked downwards again seeing Daya staring towards him...the expression stuck over his burnt face clearly indicated that he was thinking something very deeply...Daya looked towards him with sharp gaze and thought in mind...

Daya: Surya ke bare mein to mujhe pehle hi pata chal gaya tha boss...mere khabriyan ghas thodi chaba raha hain... main to yeh dekhna chahta tha ki Surya ke naam lete waqt tumhara expression kya hota hain...pata chal gaya hain mujhe boss ki tum us hadse se darte zaroor ho par nafrat bhi karte ho us jaawar se jisne tumhara yeh haal kiya...aur yeh hi to mujhe dekhna tha tum mein...dekhna yaar ab bohot jald tumhara yeh dar bhi mita dunga main...tum nahin daoge Abhi...kabhi bhi nahin daroge...bas nafrat karoge us Surya se aur ek din se use saza bhi doge...(firmly)...apne haathon se...

At Evening...

Daya again turned towards Abhijeet from the doorstep and said...

Daya: yaar boss kal subah subah jana behtar nahin hota kya?...mujhe bilkul mann nahin kar raha tumhe ghar mein akela chodke jane ki...tum theek to rahoge na?...

Abhijeet(with a small smile): bachcha nahin hoon main Daya...par tum please thoda jaldi aana na?...woh actually mujhe aandhere se...

Daya: yaar main kal chala jaunga na?...main janta hoon tumhare problem ke bare mein...kal jaunga na main...

Abhijeet: yaar kal se gadi mall ki parking lot mein pada hua hain...chori ho gaya to...aur woh to tumhare favourite car haina?...

Daya(in meaningful tone): aur tum bhi to mera favourite ho na?...

Abhijeet(with teary smile): janta hoon main Daya...aur tum bhi to mere favourite ho...jaao Daya...mujhe kuch nahin hoga...

Daya looked towards him for sometimes and then left with a pat on his back with a soft...

Daya: khayal rakhna haan?...

Abhijeet tried to smile and immediately closed the main door as soon as Daya left...he locked the door from inside and checked it...he turned backwards to go to his room but again turned and checked the lock again...again and again...

After confirming that locked door, he closed all the windows of the hall and went to his room...there also, he locked the door from inside and closed the windows...he switched on each and every light of the room and sat on the bed while grabbing his mobile in tight grip...he entered his WhatsApp account and saw ACP sir had not seen his morning messages yet...

He felt that his heartrate had started to rise and his breaths were quite high already...and he was sweating already, although being in a ln air conditioned room...he murmured...

Abhijeet: nahin...nahin...sab kuch theek hain...kuch bhi gadbad nahin hain...main apni ghar mein hoon...safe hoon...koi khatra nahin hain...safe hoon...

Inspite of trying desperately, he felt that the same fear of being attacked again was grabbing his heart again, making him weak and helpless...he entered his contacts and was about to dial Daya's number but stopped thinking...

Abhijeet: nahin...kahin...kahin Daya ne mujhe kamzor samjha to?...nahin main toot nahin sakta...mujhe strong rehna hi hoga...haan main safe hoon ab...Daya ko call nahin karunga main...bilkul nahin karunga...koshish karta hoon akela rehne ki...jitni der ho sake...

He put down the mobile on bed and picked up a book...he opened it and tried to concentrate on the contents but he could not, he was again and again feeling that someone would open his door with a bang in the very next moment and would attack him again...

Being dejected, he threw away the book and began to pace up and down in the room, still grabbing the mobile in his hand...he was trying his best to relax himself but he was feeling a strange restlessness...his anxiety level was rising gradually with the passing of time and he was desperately praying to God for sending Daya quickly to him as till then he had realized that all of his anxiety and restlessness were the consequence of his state i.e. his being alone in the house that too in the time of evening...

He, now being desperate, now entered the contract list of his mobile to make a call to Daya...but sudden incident, which took place in the very next moment, made him shook from his core and he got tripled with something and fell down on the floor while his mobile got spattered in another direction...a painful moan came out from his dry throat and scary voice as...

Abhijeet: Daya!...

Some kilometres away from this injured soul, in a small house, Surya jumped into air with pleasure and exclaimed in an excited tone...

Surya: ab pata chalega us Abhijeet ko ki mujhse, Surya se dushmani ka kya anjaam hota hain...good bye senior inspector Abhijeet...aaj ki raat tumhare zindagi ka aakhri raat hoga...

END OF THE CHAPTER...

To kya hua Abhijeet ke saath?...achanak itna dar kyun gaya woh?...aur aage kya hoga?...kya Surya ke is naye chal se Abhijeet ko bacha payega Daya?...Abhijeet kaise Daya tak pahuchayega khud ki musibat mein hone ki sandesh?...kya Daya time pe aa payega?...ya ho jayega koi anhoni?...kya Daya ko bhi nuksan pahuchane mein kamiyab hoga Surya?...kta higa un padosiyon ka agla kadam?...janne ke liye stay tuned...

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