20. Chapter 20
The Chapter Is Not So Good Which I Had Tried. Actually I Am Still In Emotional Trauma Due To The Sudden Death Of My Grandmother. She Passed Away All Of A Sudden on 10th January. Still I Have Tried My Best. I Am Really Very Sorry If Does Not Reach To Your Expectation Level. My Semester Exam Ended Today So Here I Am Updating.
NOW HAVE A HAPPY READING...
On the other hand, Abhijeet locked the door and then knelt down on the floor with a thud. His face had become totally wet due to streams of tears which were still running down by his cheeks. He was feeling an uncontrollable rage building inside him, which was making his head hot. The pain, the grief, the guilt, the anger and the irritation stored inside his heart was trying to come out from his heart simultaneously which caused an immense throbbing pain in his pain. His head was almost bursting in pain while his face had reddened due to anger...
Not with Surya...
Not with those irritating people who had never undergone his pain, but had always joked about this incident done with him...
Not with those Headquarters officers...
But with himself...
He was unable...yes he was. He was unable to save himself from those brutes. They were torturing him, humiliating him, insulting him, making fun of him and what was he doing?
Just nothing...
He was sitting there, in the chair and was just shouting for help. But no help had come. No help had come. Nobody had helped him, saved him. He was completely helpless. None had come to help him. None...none...NONE!...
But why could not he save himself? Was this not his mistake of being unable to save himself? Why this evil attack was done with him? Why every time him? Why those brutes had kidnapped him? Why he was unable to save himself? Why? Why? WHY?...
He leant against the door, covered his face with his palms and burst out in loud sob while Surya's teasing tone was still ringing in his ears...
Aaj kaise ho mere pyare Abhijeet babu?...
Zinda ho ya tapak gaye?...
Waise mujhe samajh mein nahin aa raha hain ki kitna besharam ho sakte ho tum?...
Arey itna sab kuch bardash karne ke baad zinda kaise ho?...
Jaa rahe ho na aaj sabke saamne ek baar phir apni izzat utarne?...Jaao jaao acche se kahani sunake aao kya kya kiya gaya tha tumhare saath?...aur kaisa laga tha tumhe?...
Sach mein Abhijeet, bade besharam ho tum...arey kya faida hain aisi zindagi ka jo tum jee rahe ho?...sirf dard, takleef, guilt, gussa aur beizzati...haina?...kaisa lag raha hain aise jee ke?...
Koi nahin aaya tha na us raat tumhe bachane?...ab bhi koi nahin aayega tumhare zindagi mein tumhare aansoo poochne...aur jis Daya ko apni zindagi jeene ki sahara bana rahe ho na, ek din usi Daya tumhe is tarah tod dega ki tum soch bhi nahin paoge...
Aur yeh mat bhoolna ki tumhare wajah se...haan sirf aur sirf tumhare wajah se hi Daya bhi kitni badi musibat mein phansa hua hain...woh kya haina...tumhara bhai Daya aaj kal humesha se hi mere aadmiyon ki nishane pe rehta hain...mere ek ishare pe hi woh log tumhare pyare bhai ya to Daya ko uda de sakte hain ya phir tumhare tarah hi uska bhi chehra jala sakte hain acid se...
Socho kitna maza aayega tab?...
Abhijeet opened his eyes with a great jerk and looked around himself. A deep fear had already embraced his heart badly which was killing him from his core. Why? Why all these happened with him only? Why he was the victim? Why he could not save himself from them? Why?
He looked upwards and a photograph caught his attention. A photograph containing all members of the CID team, including himself, smiling towards the camera with a brave, firm and strong expression stuck over each face. Abhijeet smiled painfully and looked towards the mirror attached with the dressing table of his room.
A burnt face with no eyebrows and teary eyes starred back towards him. The face had no firmness, strength or bravery in any expression but the eyes contained just pain, fear, shame, anger and guilt. He just could not tolerate the man. He hated him from the core if his heart. Hate!...
Seeing that face, again an uncontrollable rage built up in his heart. Why had this man come to his life? He was happy, yes he was happy indeed with his life and with his family. Then why? The teary eyes of his own reflection made him hate this man much more. This man? Or he himself? He knew it. The man was none but his own reflection, his own self. But he really could not stop himself from hating him. Those tears, that painful expression, that fear in those eyes could not be his own, but unfortunately it was.
Abhijeet was unable to think straight. He was hating his own reflection which was starring back towards him from the mirror. He just wanted to drive away this man from his life as he felt it him, due to whom he was suffering so much humiliation from all and above all, he was looking weak. WEAKNESS! The thing he hated the most in his life.
He sprang up from his place and went towards the mirror after picking up a show piece from the table. He stood in front of his own reflection and said in angry chewing tone...
Abhijeet: kamzor...tum kamzor ho...bohot lamzor ho tum...aur mujhe kamzori bilkul bhi pasand nahin hain...
Saying this he threw the show piece towards the mirror angrily which immediately broke down the mirror into pieces along with splitting down of his reflection and with a loud glass breaking sound...he looked down towards the pieces and again saw his reflection in the broken pieces of the mirror and again anger boiled up un his brain...
He could hear that Daya was knocking the door madly but he did not pay any heed. His whole attention was then stuck over the mirror pieces which were still reflecting his burnt face. He sighed badly and wiped away his tear drops, which was continuously disobeying his will, and was rolling down by his cheeks.
He bent down and picked a glass piece while still starring towards his own reflection. He could understand that it was nothing but his own reflection which was now looking so much ugly, such weak and so irritating. He must destroy himself for destroying this ugly and weak man. He should...no no he must...
He tightened his grip around the sharp piece of the mirror which hurt his palm badly and blood rushed out from the wounds, but neither any expression of his face changed nor any painful groan came out from his throat. He was looking towards the pieces of the mirror lying on the floor. The pieces reminding him about his own condition, his weakness...
He sat down beside the mirror pieces and dropped the glass piece from his hand. He again picked another big and sharp mirror piece and all of a sudden stabbed the piece in his own abdomen. He coughed a bit and a few blood drops came out from his mouth. But it did not reduce his anger with himself as he was still whispering in pain...
Abhijeet: mere hi parchayi ho na tum...to tumhe mitane ke liye mujhe khudko hi mitana hoga...(in more pain)...koi baat nahin...waise bhi mujhe saza to milna chahiye hi na?...to yeh hi sahi...
He again picked up a piece of mirror from the floor and stabbed it in his right thigh with the greatest amount of strength he had. Some painful moans came out from his mouth and he closed his eyes tightly while some tear drops came out from his eyes as he closed his eyes tightly.
At the same moment, Daya entered the room after breaking the door and became just speechless seeing Abhijeet's condition. He was sitting between the broken pieces of the mirror with his body having two deep bleeding wounds. He just could not believe what he was seeing as he had never expected that Abhijeet could take such a nasty step. A sudden fear chilled him from his core and he screamed in extreme pain and fear...
Daya: Abhijeet!...
Though that loud door breaking sound could not create any effect in Abhijeet's mind but Daya's one single scream brought him out of his painful trance with a jerk. He looked towards Daya in fear and immediately picked up a big sharp piece of the broken mirror with an alarming...
Abhijeet: ruk jaao Daya...khabardar jo mere pass aane ki koshish ki to...bohot bura ho jayega...wahin ruk jaao...
He managed to stand up after taking the support of a table kept beside. Daya took some steps towards him with a calm and polite...
Daya: dekho Abhijeet, woh kaanch phenk do...kuch nahin hua hain...sab kuch theek hain...
Abhijeet(in anger): sab kuch theek hain?...sab kuch theek hain haan?...aise hota hain sab kuch theek?...(seeing Daya coming closer to him)...nahin Daya wahin ruk jaao...(in shout)...maine kaha wahin ruk jaao...bilkul bhi nahin...
Daya still continued to take some slow steps towards him with in a still calm and comforting...
Daya: Abhijeet dekho woh kaanch de do mujhe...chot lag jayega yaar...phenk do...
Abhijeet(in pain): chot lag jayega haan?...chot lag jayega?...(pointing towards his face)...isse bhi zyada chot lagega?...tumhe lagta hain ki lag sakta hain?...(in teasing smile)...waqai mein lag sakta hain?...
Daya was now getting restless as he felt that Abhijeet was getting stubborn and he was much anxious seeing his wounds too, in which he could still see mirror pieces were stuck. He now tried to grab Abhijeet with...
Daya: kyun kar rahe ho Abhijeet yeh sab?...kya karna chahte ho tum?...dekho sab theek...
Abhijeet cut him strongly with a harsh shout as...
Abhijeet: marne jaa raha hoon main...suna tumne?...(in teasing tone)...kyun?...tumhe koi problem hain?...
Kaun Chahega Ab Mere Dil Ko?
He immediately put the mirror piece on his wrist and gave a slight cut on it when Daya shouted...not exactly shouted...but it seemed that he called him from the core of his heart with all the love, respect and brotherhood which he had began to collect since the particular day when he had met his buddy for the first time drop by drop...
Daya: bhai!...
It was long twenty years since that day when Daya and Abhijeet had net the first time. The love, respect and brotherhood which they had started to collect since that day for each other, now had become an ocean in both hearts. Abhijeet felt a new wave arose in the ocean of his heart which immediately froze his hand and made him look towards Daya with...
Abhijeet: kya kaha tumne?...
Daya smiled as he knew that the word had had already started to create it's effect in Abhijeet's painful soul so he repeated in soft tone...
Daya: bhai!...
Abhijeet smiled painfully and took some steps backwards with a painful yet teasing...
Abhijeet: tum bhi mera mazak uda rahe ho Daya?...tumhe lagta bhi hain ki main tumhara woh hi bhai hoon jo tumhe har musibat se bachata tha?...
Daya only nodded as he simply could not understand what Abhijeet meant with that sentence. The nod increased Abhijeet's anger much and he shouted...
Abhijeet: nahin hoon main tumhara bhai Daya!...(Daya shocked)...haan haan sahi suna tumne...nahin hoon main tumhara bhai...(pointing towards a duo photograph hanging on the wall)...woh dekho...woh tha tumhara bhai...(in tease)...senior inspector Abhijeet...aur mujhe dekho...dekho mujhe
Kaun Chahega Ab Mere Dil Ko?
He came close towards Daya and grabbed his face to make him look towards his face with a painful...
Abhijeet: kahan dikh raha hain tumhe mujh mein senior inspector Abhijeet?...batao kahan dikh raha hain?...(released his face)...kahin bhi nahin Daya...kyun ki main senior inspector Abhijeet hoon hi nahin...(taking some steps backwards)...main ek bohot hi kamzor aur lachar insan hoon Daya jiske na hi koi beeta hua kal tha, na jeene ke liye aaj hain aur na hi intezaar karne ke liye ek aanewala kal hain...
Kaun Chahega Ab Mere Dil Ko?
Daya, who was in search of this opportunity only, grabbed the other end of the mirror piece held by Abhijeet and pulled it out from his grip strongly. Both the hands got injured due to this, but none of them paid any heed to this as the injury existing in both hearts were hurting them more than this. Abhijeet looked up towards Daya and shouted...
Abhijeet: mujhe woh do Daya...mujhe woh wapas do...mujhe zinda nahin rehna hain apni is kamzori ki saath aur yeh badnaami ke saath...aur tum bhi chale jaao yahan se...waise bhi kab tak pareshan hote rahoge tum mere zimmedari leke...
Yeh To Toota Hua Sitara Hain...
Daya looked towards him and bit his lips. He was hesitating but he felt that there was way except that to stop Abhijeet who did not seem to be in his senses. He whispered "sorry Abhi" and slapped him harshly with...
Daya: pareshan main nahin ho raha hoon Abhi...pareshan tum ho chuke ho boss...khudki zindagi se...aur shayad khudse bhi...kya hua hain tumhe haan?...zara sa chehra hi to jal gaya hain...kaunsa zindagi khatam ho gaya hain?...Operation ho jaye to tum theek jaoge...
Apne Roothe
Paraye Roothe
Yaar Roothe Na...
Abhijeet(with a sarcastic smile): theek ho jaunga?...kaise theek ho jaunga main?...bhale hi mera chehra theek ho bhi jaye, mere dil ka kya karoge?...theek kar paoge mujhe?...mere zakhmi dil ko theek kar paoge?...mita paoge mere dar ko?...mere dard ko?...nahin...kya milega mere chehre ko theek karke?...mere dil ke zakhm ko theek kar paoge kabhi?...theek kar paoge mujhe?...
Daya immediately grabbed him from his shoulders with firm yet loving...
Daya: haan...mujhe yakeen hain ki main tumhe theek kar lunga...par shayad tumhe uej yakeen nahin hain ki tum theek ho jaoge...haina?...
Khwaab Toote
Waadein Toote
Dil Yeh Toote Na...
Abhijeet(in harsh tone): haan haan nahin hain mujhe yakeen...kyun ki main ab kamzor ho gaya hoon...bohot kamzor...aut kamzor logo ko koi haq nahin banta jeene ka...
Daya now released his shoulders and then walked a bit towards him when Abhijeet said in painful tone...
Abhijeet: nahin Daya tum bhi kamzor ho jaoge...meri tarah...mera bojh uthate uthate...
Daya did not stop taking steps towards him but uttered in such a strange tone which made Abhijeet shivered...
Daya: kamzor to main bhi hoon na Abhijeet?...isi liye hi to shayad bees saal pehle ki us raat mein tumhe bacha nahin paya kidnap hone se...aur meri wajah se hi to tumhari yaaddash...
Now Abhijeet looked towards in anger and pain despite of already existing hatred and guilt. He hissed in anger as...
Abhijeet: Daya maine tumhe kayi baar mana kiya hain...
Daya still did not listened to him but just uttered with pain...
Daya: mere maa papa ne bhi shayad mujhe kamzor samajhke hi phenk diya tha...unhe shayad laga hoga ki main unka sahara nahin ban paunga isliye hi to mujhe dustbin mein...ya phir main ek na...
A tight slap from a bloody hand landed on his cheek which compelled him to shut his mouth in a jiffy. Abhijeet shouted in pain...
Abhijeet: chup karo...sharam nahin aata tumhe apni maa papa ke bare mein aisa sochte huye?...
Roothe To Khuda Bhi Roothe...
Saath Choote Na...
Daya(in harsh tone): kyun na sochu main aisa?...kya kiya tha maine jo mujhe is tarah dustbin mein phenk di unlogo ne?...
Abhijeet(in chewing tone): unki koi majboori bhi ho sakta hain Daya...aur jo tumne dekha nahin tum kaise maan rahe ho?...
Daya(in teasing tone): kyun ki tum bhi woh hi maan rahe ho jo tumne kabhi dekha hi nahin...aur saath mein woh maanne ko taiyar nahin ho jo tum dekh sakte ho...tumne bas duniyawalo ko dekhe ho tumhe pareshan karte huye, tumhara mazak udate huye...kabhi ACP sir ko ya humare kisi teammate ko...(giving a stress)...kisi apne ko tumhare saath aisa karte huye?...nahin Abhijeet...aisa kuch nahin dekhe ho tum...bas tum kuch bebuniyaad baaton mein vishwas karke humare itne saalon ki pyar, humare izzat aur humare vishwas ka beizzati kar rahe ho aur kuch nahin...ek baat batao...agar tum un kuch gair zimmedar logo ki baaton se itna effected ho sakte ho to humare itne dino se diye huye vishwas se kyun nahin?...shayad tumhe inkaar ho Abhijeet magar sach yeh hi hain ki tum...(in stressing tone)...haan tum...(in teasing tone)...kabhi theek hona ho nahin chahte...tumhe bas duniya se chupke khudko duniya ke saamne ek kamzor aur lachar insan saabit karna hain...(deliberately cutting each word)...duniya nahin Abhijeet, tum khud hi khudko kazor saabit kar rahe ho...
Abhijeet looked towards him in pain while Daya too was looking towards him in straight gaze. Seeing this, Abhijeet immediately lowered his eyes while Daya continued in firm tone...
Daya: aur sach hote huye bhi tumhe humare dil mein chupa hua pyar, vishwas aur bharosa dekhna manzoor nahin hain...kyun haan?...mere aankhon mein dekho Abhijeet...
Abhijeet did not looked towards him but still continued to watch the broken mirror pieces lying on floor haphazardly, with a negative nod. Seeing this Daya grabbed him tightly by his arms and jerked him badly with...
Daya: mere aankhon mein dekho Abhijeet...(shouted)...look at my eyes damn it!...
Abhijeet made himself free from his grip and shouted in extreme pain...
Abhijeet: nahin dekhna hain mujhe tumhare aankhon mein...kya dekhu main wahan?...kya hain un aankhon mein siwaye mujh jaise kamzor aadmi ke liye taras, raham aur daya ke?...kya hain un aankhon mein?...tumhare taraf dekhna mujhe har baar apni is kamzori aur lachargi ki yaad dika deta hain maloom hain?...ek baar phir se yaad dilwana chahte ho mujhe woh ehsaas tum?...wapas yaad karwana chahte ho ki main tum par bojh hoon?...aankhon mein dekhne ko bol rahe ho na?...maloom hain mujhe ki yeh hi sab hi dikh raha hain tumhare aankhon mein...nafrat ke saath...main to hoon hi nahin nafrat aur taras ki kabil?...woh hi aaj khulke jatana chahte ho na?...yeh hi sab haina tumhare aankhon mein?...theek hain main dekhta hoon tumhare aankhon mein...phir chala jaunga tumhare zindagi se humesha ke liye door...duniya se bhi door...
Daya(in calm and firm tone): theek hain Abhijeet...agar tum yeh hi chahte ho to yeh hi sahi...agar tumhe sach mein mere aankhon mein apne liye woh sab pity, sympathy, nafrat wagera wagera kuch dikha na to main nahin rokunga tumhe khudko khatam karne se...tum mere saamne apne jaan de dena, main tumhe rokunga nahin...
He picked up a sharp piece of the broken mirror and handed it to Abhijeet with...
Daya: yeh lo...
Abhijeet just could not believe his own eyes. He remained starring towards him with shocked gaze when Daya took his hand, led flat his palm and put the glass piece on it with a firm...
Daya: lo!...le lena tum isse apni jaan agar tumhe mere aankhon mein aaj woh sab dekha to jo tum soch rahe ho...
Abhijeet(in helpless tone): Daya tum...
Daya, who was looking towards him with firm gaze, now spoke in steel strong voice...
Daya: tum jante ho Abhijeet ki meri aankhe kabhi jhooth nahin bolta...
Some similar lines popped up in both hearts at the same time as...
Daya yeh jo teri aankhe haina, yeh ek khuli kitaab hain aur use padna mere liye koi mushkil kaam nahin hain...
Tu bhale hi mujhse kitna bhi jhooth bol le, par teri yeh aankhe mujhse kabhi jhooth nahin bol payega....
Daya grabbed Abhijeet tightly as he now really wanted to make him feel through what he was passing after seeing his brother so broken, in such pain and such suffering. He now felt that it was the time when Abhijeet must take a decision.
Decision about his future...
Decision about his life...
Decision about their relation...
Decision about them...
And somewhere in his heart, he believed that everything would be normal again. Like before. Again...
Udte Patangon Mein...
Holi Waale Rangon Mein...
Jhoomenge Phir Se Dono Yaar...
Abhijeet once closed his eyes tightly and then slowly looked up...towards Daya...towards his eyes. And what he saw there, completely left him lifeless for some moments...
Pain!...
Love!...
Trust!...
Fraternity!...
Nothing else!...
The broken piece of mirror slipped from his loose grip and fell down on the floor and became more smaller pieces but DUO never paid any heed towards it. Abhijeet now was feeling extremely fatigued and he loosed his body, allowing himself to surrender in the most secure shell of the world. The warm touch around him was providing him an extreme sooth which slowly yet effectively was comforting his wounded soul, reducing his pain.
Daya grabbed him tightly as he already knew that Abhijeet had become extremely tired and they shared a warm hug, still standing between the sharp broken mirror pieces. Perhaps there was certainly need of the sharp thrones around the lotus, to make the achiever of the lotus feel more precious. Indeed, there would be no pleasure in having a hard won victory if there would have been so hardships in the way of getting it. Yes!...the road was tough but he got the hug...
Wapas To Aaja Yaar...
Seene Se Laga Ja Yaar...
Dil To Hue Hain
Zaar Zaar...
A painful voice coming from Abhijeet's mouth broke Daya's trance immediately. He paid attention and those painful words attacked his soft heart like a sharp arrow. Abhijeet was saying in extreme pain...
Abhijeet: maine bohot koshish kiya tha yaar...bohot zyada...par un logo ne mujhe itna kaske bandhke rakha tha ki main hil bhi nahin pa raha tha...maine sab mehsoos kiya yaar...apne aankhon se sab dekha, apne kaano se sab suna aur apne twacha pe...magar main kuch nahin kar paya...kuch bhi nahin...(looking towards his head)...maloom hain, maine bohot cheenkha bhi tha...madad ke liye...magar koi aaya hi nahin...koi nahin aaya...tum bhi nahin aaye...main kya karta?...phir to bas bohot dard hua Daya...bohot jal raha tha...
His voice was continuously reducing during this period, now got lost completely vanished. Daya was about to separate and to check whether he lost his consciousness or not, but stopped abruptly hearing the last painful whisper as...
Abhijeet: bohot zyada...bohot tez...
He completely surrendered himself in his buddy's arms after this and buried his face in his chest. A few drops of tears came out from Daya's eyes and got absorbed by Abhijeet's shirt as they were still hugging each other tightly.
Daya, after sometimes, separated from the hug and got shocked seeing the closed eyes of Abhijeet. He jerked him badly with a tensed...
Daya: Abhi...Abhijeet aankhe kholo...boss please aankhe kholo...Abhi...
Abhijeet did not respond but he remained laying in his buddy's arms with closed eyes. He was still having sobs even in his unconscious state. Daya allowed himself to let out a sigh and then gently made Abhijeet lay down on his bed.
He, for sometimes, remained starring towards the silent yet pale face of his brother and some tear drops came out from his eyes. He wiped away them strongly and made a call to hospital for sending an ambulance. Then he slowly walked towards his brother and was about to grab his hand when his eyes fell on the hurting wounds present in his brother's body. He bent over his abdominal wound and tried to touch it while Abhijeet winced in pain but did not open his eyes. Daya immediately moved away his hand with a guilty...
Daya: sorry... sorry yaar...lekin ab aur nahin...aur dard nahin sehne dunga main tumhe...mujhe tumhare is dard ki kasam hain dost ki agar main us ba****** ko uski sahi jagah par nahin pahuchaya na to main tumhara bhai nahin...
Apne Roothe
Paraye Roothe
Yaar Roothe Na...
Khwaab Toote
Waadein Toote
Dil Yeh Toote Na...
Roothe To Khuda Bhi Roothe...
Saath Choote Na...
Roothe To Khuda Bhi Roothe...
Saath Choote Na...
He wiped away those tears which were rolling down by his cheeks and went to the kitchen to bring the first aid box along with a bowl of water. He returned in some moments but got stopped at the threshold seeing the scenario inside. A shocked whisper came out from his mouth as...
Daya: boss!...
END OF THE CHAPTER...
What did Daya saw inside? What new problem had arisen in Duo's lives? What will happen next? Can Abhijeet recover? Will this incident affect his life? Can Daya help him to come out from all these mess? What will Surya do? Why Abhijeet hid about Surya? Stay Tuned To Know More...
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