22. Chapter 22
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Abhijeet began to stir slowly and then opened his eyes. The first thing he felt the a bright light, which directly fell on his eyelids. He immediately closed his eyes and then frowned a bit. He, after adjusting his gaze with the light, again opened his eyes slowly and then looked around.
He was lying on a bed which was situated in small cabin whose walls were painted light blue. He moved his gaze as much as possible without turning his head and discovered some medical equipments present around his bed. He was covered by a blanket up to his chest and a drip channel was attached with the main vein of his left hand.
He sighed heavily and closed his eyes while two warm tear drop fell down from his eyes. He was alive! Still alive! Still alive even after all these. All these pain, sufferings, insult, shame too could not kill him even though they acted simultaneously.
Why he was still alive? What for? Even after losing each and every reason to live for. Why Daya saved him? Why did not he leave him alone? Like everyone. Why he was still there, beside him even after all these? The person whom he had always loved to be found beside him, was the only reason to the production of a raw and helpless anger in his heart. He did not need his pity or sympathy. NEVER!
He banged his hand loudly on the bed which immediately arose a terrible shooting pain in that hand as drip channel was attached with that hand along with the deep wound present on it. He just wanted to run away, to escape from all these and to hide in any place where none would ever be able to find him. Nobody. Even not Daya!, the person whom he still love more than his life.
Kyun koi paas hai
Door hai Kyun koi
Jaane Na koi yahan pe
But would he be able to live without him? Was it possible to even think that Daya was not beside him anymore? Twenty years was not a short period... during this long time span, he had become habituated to live with Daya. Now was it possible to break each and every thread of their strongly woven relationship within a moment?
Aa Raha paas ya door mein ja raha
Janu na mein hoon kahan pe
But he must...
He should...
Otherwise his Daya might have to pay the biggest cost to be his brother which he could not see. At that moment a door opening sound came from his left and a doctor entered his cabin. Abhijeet immediately wiped away his tears and closed his eyes while making his face straight forcefully.
The doctor came to him and grabbed his uninjured wrist to check his pulse rate. Now Abhijeet opened his eyes and looked towards him with blank eyes. The doctor smiled towards him while saying in encouraging tone...
The doctor: arey wah Abhijeetji... aap to bohot jaldi recover kar rahe hain... aur honge bhi kyun nahin?... CID wale jo thehre...
Abhijeet(in silent tone): hoon nahin doctor... tha... main ek CID officer tha...
The doctor: chaliye koi baat nahin... aap rest kijiye ab... agar acche bachche banke rahenge to bohot jald discharge mil jayega aapko...
Abhijeet did not say anything and again closed his eyes tiredly. He was really feeling tired. Tired to carry out his life. Tired to fight against the whole world. Tired to fight against himself . What should be the gain to lead this life without any identity? What should he do in his life? CID would never accept him back as a part. Then?
At that moment, there was again a door opening sound came from the door side and Abhijeet turned his gaze towards that direction to find Daya was entering the cabin. All of a sudden, something chilly ran through his spines and an extreme shame and guilt overpowered him under their heavy burden. Why was he still alive? How? And he was going to face the world after all these? And...
And how would he face Daya? After suffering the greatest shame of his life... failing after attempting suicide. How? A great shame overpowered him and he immediately covered his face with his right palm while pulling the blanket on his face using his left hand. Ultimately some tear drops ran down by his cheeks and some sibs too escaped his throat.
Daya was too shocked by Abhijeet's this action. He had never expected that Abhijeet tried to hide himself from him, his Daya. He was looking towards his lying friend with extreme disbelief as "shocked" was not the proper term to describe his condition. Along with this, he felt a raw helpless rage building inside his heart which he, though wanted from the core of his heart, could not control. He marched beside Abhijeet and ordered in loud tone...
Daya: Abhijeet... chehra kyun chupa rahe ho? Kya Hua?
Abhijeet did not reply but his tears were still flowing continuously. Daya now grabbed the blanket in order to move it away, but Abhijeet too grabbed it strongly with a moist...
Abhijeet: Daya... please...
The wetness in his voice cracked Daya's heart badly but he still kept his face straight and grip strong while his voice was hard like iron...
Daya: kambal hatao Abhijeet...
Abhijeet(in painful tone): nahin yaar please...
Daya(in loud firm tone): maine kaha kambal hatao Abhijeet...
Abhijeet(in low tone): mujhe thand lag raha hain...
Daya(in teasing tone): jis Abhijeet ko main janta tha use sar par kambar odhke sone pe use suffocation hota tha...
Abhijeet(in painful tone): woh Abhijeet ab nahin raha Daya... baat ko samjho...
Daya(in firm tone): maloom hain mujhe... (with a tease)... aur main yeh bhi janta hoon ki use qatal kisne kiya hain... maloom hain kisne?...
Abhijeet(in low tone): Surya ne...
Daya(in firm tone): nahin... (pointing his finger towards him)... tumne
Abhijeet threw away the blanket from his face and whispered in shock...
Abhijeet: maine?... maine mara hain?...
Daya(in firm tone): haan... Surya nahin balki tum ho senior inspector Abhijeet maut ki zimmedar... tum use bacha sakte the magar nahin bachaya...
He marched out from the cabin while Abhijeet raised his hand to stop him but lowered it at the very next moment and laid back on his bed properly. He sighed sadly and then laid down properly on his bed with a genuine thought as...
Abhijeet: haan Daya... tum bhi chala jaao yaar... kab tak mujh jaise kamzor insan ki bojh uthate rahoge tum bhi?... ek din khud bhi kamzor pad jaoge... aur main tumhe kamzor padte nahin dekh sakta... kabhi nahin... kisi bhi keemat par nahin...
He again closed his eyes while two tear drops rolled down from the corner of his eyes. He was continuously suppressing those bitter sobs which was threatening him to come out any moment. He was feeling terribly ashamed, angry and irritated with his own life. But deep inside his heart, which he could never admit, was feeling a deep pang too.
Pang, being able to recognize someone's deep care and concern hid behind false anger and irritation...
Care and concern for him!...
Someone whom Abhijeet loved more than his life...
Pang for hurting him!...
Perhaps intentionally!...
But what could he do even? He could not let himself being someone's burden. He could never compromise with his self respect.
Self respect? LOL!
Self respect? And of a person like him? He, whose total face had been slowly burnt down by acid in his total consciousness and he could not protest even? His self respect? Could a person like him possess even one bit of self respect?
No...
He did not...
But why not?
Why could not he possess the right of having self respect? Just because someone had thrown acid on him? Yes the drops of acid had burnt down his face. He did admit it but had those acid drops ability to end his life? Was burning down of face synonymous of ending life? Had his life ended already? Or was there some rays of hope still alive?
He was simply struggling... fighting... with none but himself. His brain was saying him to end himself while his heart demanding something else. His heart was saying to call his brother back and then simply to hug him tightly to cry his heart open, hiding himself in his arms, the safest place for him.
But still... he could not decide what to do. He knew that his one decision would affect not only his, but many lives around him. And he simply lacked the confidence to reach to any single opinion. He did not know what to do now and how...
This war between his heart and his brain was making him tired. More tired. He was already exhausted enough due to continuous battle against his devils and now there was a new battle... again!...
He could not understand when his this extreme fatigue brought his eyelids near each other and finally... they joined! He fell asleep in that haphazard position itself but it was not a peaceful sleep because...
Two pairs of strong hands grabbed from behind... pulled him inside a car... the door closed... the car ignited... he gave a strong blow on one's neck... in response someone stabbed an injection into his shoulder...
His head was becoming light, his eyes were becoming heavy, his limbs were not co operating...in between that he heard a loud door breaking crash from outside...
The car increased it's speed and from outside some gunshot could be heard. I response, somebody from the car fired twice... he himself whispered...
Abhijeet: Daya!...
After it darkness covered his gaze and he fell down on the seat, unconscious...
On the other hand, Daya came out from the cabin and kicked on a poor chair out of rage. Then he sat down on another chair with a thud, feeling completely devastated. Though he had seen Abhijeet's reaction since long times, but he somewhere had given birth to a hope in his heart after today's incident that Abhijeet's mental condition had improved a bit. But no... his brother was stubborn enough. He was still stuck in same point that he was weak and everyone considered him to be a burden and made fun of him.
He was feeling completely alone in this world. He was missing his buddy badly. He was missing that comfortable hug which used to provide him the necessary sooth to his hurting wounds, both physical and mental. He was badly missing that warm touch which could easily provide him the necessary support whenever needed. He was missing that broad shoulder which used to provide him the soft pillow whenever he had to cry out his heart. He was missing his Abhijeet.
He attached his head with the wall behind him and began to sob silently. Today none came to wipe away his tears with a soft consolation saying "kuch nahin hua, sab theek ho jayega". Yes he was alone there as ACP sir had already left to bureau receiving an urgent call of a high profile case being reported and Dr. Apurv was busy with an emergency case.
Why Abhijeet was not ready to understand? Why he did not want to understand that he, his Daya would never leave him alone. Neither he would leave him alone nor he consider him as burden. He still needed him in his life. He still... still could never live without him.
Why Surya came in their lives? Why? They were absolutely happy in their life, staying together, playing pranks, providing support to each other. Then?...
The relationship of long twenty years, which had now become a legendary missile for people, now was under threat. Abhijeet was continuously going far away from him and what he was doing? Nothing... absolutely nothing. He could not take even a step also. He was so helpless! He now needed someone who would immediately grab his hand and would hug him tightly with a soft and loving...
"Sab kuch theek ho jayega... main hoon na"
But the grief was that the person who used to do and say all these, was lying in the adjacent ICU cabin. So close to him! Yet so far!...
Abhijeet never had been so weak and sad... not even twenty years ago while battling his demons even after losing each and every memories of his past life. But still he was strong, yes his strength and confidence was hid behind his irritation and anger, but he had never been such broken, such hopeless which he was now. The strong, brave and firm senior inspector Abhijeet had died!
Dekho chhod ke kis raste wo jaate hain...
But could he live without Abhijeet? His elder brother? They did not have any blood relationship... but did they really need one? Was not the relationship made from the deep core of the hearts enough? Enough for to bring someone back from danger? Or death? Towards the life? Was it so impossible? But they had done it. Not once but several times.
Had not due to one's call, call which came out from the deep core of his heart, another had come back from the dark cruel claws of death itself? Yes it had. He himself had returned. He had been awakened after even doctors had declared him as dead. Why had he returned? And how? Just because to keep Abhijeet's honour, yes it was his duty to keep his brother's honour before the doctor with whom had Abhijeet argued with...
Lash nahin hain yeh doctor... lash nahin hain... lash woh hota hain jo hum roz dekhte hain... jali huyi, khoon se sadi huyi... lash nahin hain yeh... yeh Daya hain Daya... mera Daya...
Had not due to one's call, the call which too... which too had come out from the core of heart, brought back breaths to a lifeless person lying in the pool of his own blood? Yes it had. Abhijeet had returned to him. He had taken breath when he had embraced him. Why? And How? Just because he had not taken farewell from him. He had not given him a bone crushing hug and had not said "goodbye" to him and to reply to his heart breaking...
Tum hume chodke nahin jaa sakte... Abhijeet nahin...
Abhijeet had returned! Not only that time, but several times later or before also. So why not this time? Perhaps due to lack of will of Abhijeet. This time Abhijeet himself was not willing to return. So it was hard... yes he knew that it was hard... but he must bring him back. He must.
Yeh dooriyan
In raahon ki dooriyanNigahon ki dooriyanHum rahon ki dooriyanFanah ho sabhi dooriyan
He closed his eyes and rested his head on the wall while thinking about their future planning and about the appointment he had made with the doctor whom Apurv had introduced him some hours ago.
A dark room...
A sudden light lit up above his head...
Some heavy footsteps were coming towards him...
That tight grip on his body...
That warm burning touch...
That extreme pain in his...
Those laughs full of enjoyment and fun...
Those comments full of tease...
Abhijeet clutched the bedsheet in his tight grip and pressed his lips against each other tightly. His sweating forehead and fast breaths were clearly indicating that he was having any nightmare. The restless eyeballs under his closed eyes were desperately trying to burst open while he was feeling extremely suffocating and was throwing his limbs into air, trying to resist any attack which was now imaginary but had become true in his life once... one month ago. The attack which killed senior inspector Abhijeet. The attack which changed his life forever. Could it be termed as the most painful incident of his life?... perhaps it could be.
Abhijeet babu... mujhe tujhe marna nahin hain... zinda rakhna hain aur dekhna hain kaise tu ghut ghutke marta hain har din... yeh raat tere zindagi ka sabse bhayanak raat hoga jise tu kabhi bhool nahin payega
That brute's sticky, taunting yet hateful tone was ringing in his ears causing him to feel more suffocating.
Surya now signalled his men something... they came towards Abhijeet and grabbed him tightly despite his tied condition... now one of them grabbed his hairs tightly and made his face a bit upper...
Abhijeet could guess what might was to be happen with him... so he began to struggle madly...trying to push them away... tried to be FREE... to shout... but what could he do?...
Surya slowly came near him and poured a little liquid from the glass over his face with a smirk.
The throbbing pain inside his head was literally now killing him almost. He was again feeling ab extreme pain in those burnt areas of his face. He was again feeling that those strong arms were grabbing him tightly and that deadly acid was rolling down by his cheeks, burning down his skin and flesh. He could still smell the pungent burning odour flying around him, around the room. He felt as if he was again witnessing the funeral of his dead entity, senior inspector Abhijeet... of himself while Surya's cruel, hateful and revengeful tone was still ringing in his ears as...
Tu ne mujhse mera pehchaan cheena tha na?... to dekh aaj kaise tujhse tera pehchaan cheenta hoon main... aaj ke baad tu khud ko sheese mein dekhne se darega... aur yeh hi tera saza hoga... jab bhi tu khudko dekhega aaj ke baad tujhe main yaad aaunga aur yeh hi mera jeet hoga...
Main tumhe tadapna dekhna chahta hoon Abhijeet... itna tadpaunga tumhe main ki tumhare rooh tak mere naam sunte hi kaamp uthegi...
Jab duniya ko tumhara sach pata chalega tab tum unke liye bas ek hot hossip banke reh jaoge...kya banke reh jaoge?...hot gossip...sab...sab tumhare character pe hi ungli uthayenge...tab tum kya karoge Abhijeet?...is liye main jo kehta hoon woh karo...khatam kar do khudko...jab tum hi nahin rahoge tab in gossips ka kya?...tum to dekhne nahin aaoge na?...phir?...kya farq padta hain?
Some drops of warm tears came out from his eyes as the pain in his heart had become extremely intolerable for him. Well... it could be termed as the most painful incident of his life. Was not it? But...
Lash nahin hain yeh doctor... lash nahin hain... lash woh hota hain jo hum roz dekhte hain... jali huyi, khoon se sadi huyi... lash nahin hain yeh... yeh Daya hain Daya... mera Daya
Daya... main Abhi
A year-old incident appeared in front of his closed eyes which pushed away that night's nightmares aside. The incident which he always considered to be the worst incident of his life.
That ICU cabin...
That warm touch...
Those losing breaths...
Those closing eyes...
The desire of not leaving each other alone...
That pain of the never breakable yet breaking promise...
The desperate attempt to save his brother...
Was not that pain was much more worse than this pain which he was suffering right now? Was not that fear of losing his brother forever more worse than this fear of being attacked again? Was not that Rocky much more brutal and cruel for him than this Surya?
What was more painful for Abhijeet?
The pain he himself was suffering or that pain which his Daya had suffered?
The answer was obvious. He knew. The pain which his Daya had suffered that time.
They had overcame all those fears and pains. How?
Just because they had been together that time.
And they were together now also.
So why not this time? Why could not they defeat and overcome all these mess now?
Some lines appeared in his heart again which, he was surprised to observe, were reducing his pain, soothing his badly injured heart slowly yet effectively.
Mujhe is musibat se sirf tum nikal sakte ho Abhijeet... sirf tum...
Abhijeet kabhi jhooth nahin bolta sir... mujhe apne dost pe pura bharosa hain....
Ab thodi der aram kar lena... baad mein karna jo karna hain
His painful breaths was stopping and normal breathing was starting again. The sweat beads present on his face was evaporating slowly and his heartbeats, which was superfast some minutes ago too, was slowing down again.
Daya..
It was never a mere name or person for him. Twenty years ago, when he had lost each and everything in his life, the person who had always kept standing beside him was him... Daya.
Eleven years ago, when he was in the imprisonment of a notorious gang waiting to meet his end after suffering ruthless tortures, the one and only person who had come to take him out of that hell was him... Daya.
Eight years ago, when he lying on the street, bleeding helplessly and seeing his end coming close to him, the person for whom he was waiting for was him... Daya.
The person who had grabbed him tightly near his bosom during that time was none other than him... Daya.
Each and every time, whenever he was danger, the first person who had forwarded his hand towards him was none other than him... His Daya.
This time also, he had always supported him whenever he was in pain or in fear.
Whenever he was suffering a panic attack, he was the first to comfort him.
Whenever he used to shout in pain, having any nightmare, he was the first to hug him.
Whenever he cried, he was the first to wipe away his tears.
Had he really suffered only pain in his life? Were those "Kalank", "Gandi Machli" etc the only terms or words he had received in his life? Had not he listened any praising words in his whole life?... had not he got any love or respect from any member of his family?
Aao Aao mere honhaar sher...
Mujhe tum par pura bharosa hain Abhijeet...
And the Award goes to Senior inspector Abhijeet, CID Mumbai...
Dekho Abhijeet, tum sab mere liye sirf CID officers nahin ho balki mera gooroor ho, mera atmavishwas ho...
And then finally...
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... 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... haan tum... kabhi theek hona ho nahin chahte... tumhe bas duniya se chupke khudko duniya ke saamne ek kamzor aur lachar insan saabit karna hain... duniya nahin Abhijeet, tum khud hi khudko kazor saabit kar rahe ho...
So why should now he would give more importance to Surya or those people than Daya or his CID family?
No he should not...
O jaate nahi kahin rishte puraneKisi naye ke aa jaane se
Did Daya, his only relation, who had always remained supportive for him was still beside him after all this happenings in his life, deserve this behaviour from him after all these? It was Daya who had always stood beside him whenever he was in pain... both physical and mental. And it was Daya who had stopped him every time whenever he had wanted to leave. Leave from CID or leave from the world.
Terah saal... terah saal ho gaya hain mujhe CID mein kaam karte huye... tumhare saath kaam karte huye... maine kabhi tumse kuch nahin manga... par aaj mang raha hoon... aisa mat kar mere bhai...
Suna hain ki tum transfer le rahe ho... kyun?...
Abhijeet kuch nahin hoga tumhe... kuch bhi nahin...
Tujhe nahin chod sakta dost...
Tum hume chodke nahin jaa sakte... Abhijeet nahin...
Why he did all these? Just for pity or sympathy for a mental disordered person like him? Was it really possible for anyone to concern so much for someone whom he only pitied?
No...
Daya loved him. No doubt he loved him. For that reason he had always cared for him so much, had always supported him and... and also had fought with him sometimes.
Jaata hoon main toh mujhe tu jaane deKyun pareshan hai mere jaane se
And today he had lost him forever!
Daya had left him today. Would he be ever able to live without Daya... his Daya? No... but today he himself had compelled him to go away, leaving him alone!
Abhijeet opened his eyes with a jerk and sat up on the bed with a jerk ignoring all the pain with a loud shout as...
Abhijeet: Daya!
He looked around but found none around him so he again shouted with his total remaining strength as...
Abhijeet: Daya! Tum wapas aajao yaar... main itna bhi kamzor nahin hoon ki tumhare sahare bhi jee na paunga... main jeeunga Daya... tumhare liye jeeunga... bas tum wapas aajao... Daya!
All of a sudden, a warm hug around him brought an immediate lowering down of his pain. A comfort feeling overcame all of his pain and he closed his eyes in total sooth as he easily recognized the touch.
After a while, he remembered something and immediately separated himself from Daya shile pushing him away strongly. Daya looked towards him with an open mouth and asked...
Daya: kya baat hain? Achanak kya ho gaya?
A tight slap answered him which made him more surprised. He could merely utter...
Daya: kya ho gaya? Maar kyun rahe ho?
Again a strong punch on his arm answered him with an angry groan which made him look towards his buddy with disbelief. He only could manage to utter...
Daya: boss!
Abhijeet: mar gaya tumhare boss!
Daya(in shock): arey kya ho gaya tumhe achanak? Itna gussa kyun ho rahe ho? Abhi abhi to itna pyar se bula rahe the?
Abhijeet(in straight tone): tum mujhe chodke kyun chale gaye the?
Daya(in shock): arey kab?
Abhijeet: abhi abhi... maine bulaya phir aaye na?...
Daya: arey yaar tumne hi to kaha ki chale jaao... phir gaya tha main?
Abhijeet(in anger): maine bola aur tum chale gaye? Itna aagyakari kab se ban gaye tum, haan?
Daya: arey main to bahar hi...
Abhijeet(in anger): kyun? bahar kyun baithe the? Yahan, andar mere saath nahin baith sakte the? Itna tang aa gaye ho mujhse tum?
Daya looked towards him and patted his head with a low murmur as...
Daya: arey kya musibat hain! Dimag ka pura computer hil gaya lagta hain... sui hil hi nahin raha hain...
Abhijeet(in stern tone): sar kyun peet rahe ho? Jawab do...
Daya: arey yaar ab maaf bhi kar do... bacche ki jaan loge kya?...
Abhijeet looked towards him with wide open eyes and then said in surprised tone...
Abhijeet: hunh!... baccha?... koi maafi waafi nahin milega... pehle bolo ki bahar kyun gaye the mujhe yahan akela chodke?... (in moist tone)... sharam nahin aaya apne beemar bhai ko akela, yahan hospital mein chodke chale jane mein?
Haq nahi tu yeh kahe ki
Yaar ab hum na rahe
Daya looked towards him and his heart pinched badly seeing Abhijeet's moist glance over him. He hugged him tightly with a soft...
Daya: I am sorry boss... really sorry...
But Abhijeet did not hug him back but gave a strong slap on his back with...
Abhijeet: I hate you... I hate you like hell...
Daya smiled and tightened his grip on Abhijeet with a soft and loving...
Daya: but I love you yaar, love you like anything...
Now Abhijeet too hugged him while bursting into tears with a soft whisper as...
Abhijeet: I too love you yaar... love you the most...
Ek teri yaari ka hiSaaton janam haqdaar hoon main
Both shared a warm hug, this confirming about their strength as they knew there was still a long way to go to meet their destination. And they still had a lot of fights remaining. They, still, would have to suffer a lot, to face new opponents and to fight against many uncertainties. But during this, one thing would remain fixed... their friendship!... their fraternity!... which would provide them a lot of strength and support for each other during this.
Slowly they got separated and wiped each other's tears which unknowingly had wetted each other's shirt silently. At that moment, a smiling voice came from the threshold as...
Voice: arey wah! Yahan to sab kuch theek thak lag raha hain... to kya main ise thoda bigad sakta hoon?
Duo looked towards the source of the voice and got shocked. Abhijeet asked in surprised tone...
Abhijeet: aap?... aap yahan kaise?...
END OF THE CHAPTER...
So who might have come? What will be his role in this story? Abhijeet sir is in the way of recovery, what will be Surya's reactions? What will be his next step? What will duo do now? What will be the decision of Headquarters about Abhijeet sir? Stay tuned to know more...
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