He pressed the break hardly...and a relief he got after finding the man fit n ok...he got down from car...his face was full of sweat...
He initiated..."Arey kya andhe ho?dikhta nh h kya...itna bada gari...itna zor horn..."
The man who was still looking at the road now looked at his face...his face was pale...thousands of agony had their phoenetic signature over his face...giving a hint of the pain he passed through...
He uttered..."m sry"
The person calmed a bit...he felt bad...he could sense something painful wth the pale man...
Its ok...but ap aise raaste me chal rahe the...kuch ho jata to?ghar kahan h apka?
He trembled at this qstn...he mumbled..."ghar?ghar to..."
He looked keenly..."jee...ghar...kahan h?"
He laughed out...nd he was going to fall but two strong arms hold him...tightly...a smell of dark whisky was cominf from his mouth...
Still he didnt care...he was protecting him by his arms...
He too felt so secured in his arms...a drop of tear fell down from his eyes...remembering the time...when she tried to make him understand about her intro but he didnt trust her...
He hurt her...he broke her...
And she died!
Ghar...to...kho gaya...aaa...ab na wo makan h...iit(brick) aur...mii..mii...mitti se bani hui...
He continued his mumbling words...but it all reached to the ears of him...
Jb...wo ayi...tb na bht achii...khusboo willii khana banya karti thi...aab...to...do dinn se kch khaya hi nai...
He felt a pinch on his heart...
Bht bhook lgti h...par koo...kooi puchta nai...bss maza...mazak udhate hai...kitna bulyi unhone...mmu..muse...
His throat was dried up...he still kept telling...
Kaha k...beta...mai tera...tera maa hu...tu mera ik lauta beta h...tu kyu dur...du..dur ja rha...h...pa..par mai nai mana...
He left him and pointed fingers to his mouth...iss mooh se maine...kaa..kaha unko...k ap nai ho maaaaa...mm..era ko..koi nai ho aap...
He fingered his heart..."ee..ye dil tod diya maine unka...aur aur...wo...
He sat on the road..."mar gayi..."
Tears fell from his eyes...
Meantime rain started...they were all wet...he was stand still...he listened each word of him keenly...he sensed the agony...the loneliness in him...whch made him to drink...may be it helps him to lower down the hard pain...he is bearing...
He bent down and made him stand..."chaliye ap mere saath...mere ghar...ayiye na..."
He was in some other world...still in his painful memories...
He made him sit inside the car...n started...he was deeply thinking..."mai to sochta tha k is dunia m akela sirf m hi hu...par ye bhi to mere jaise hi...shyd inhone apni maa ko khoya h...shyd bht dardnak reh hogi inke liye ye sab sehna...aur isiliye aj inko sharab ka sahara lena pdha...apna gham bhulane...par koi dost bhi nhi h inka?mere jaisa ye bhi kya kisike intazar kr rhe h...apne zindegani banane?"
He reached to his new flat he took...he is new in Mumbai...he doesnt know anything about this place...so he just booked a flat...still it requires renovation...
He made him sit on sofa...n noticed that he slept off...he was in half sense...
Inka to kapde bhi bhig chuka h puri tarah...aise to fever ho jayega inhe...
He thought more n lastly changed his clothes...n made him wear his clothes...
Then he sat beside him...n looked at the sleeping man...he rubbed his hairs n realized that he has fever...
Oh God...inko to bohot bukhar hain...aab mai kya karu?m to...ha...dawai to h mere pass...kisi tarah inko khila deta hu...
He added some sleeping pills n fever medcn in milk...
He called him softly..."suniye...aaa...BHAIYA..."
He opened his eyes...still half closed...tiredness was clearly visible...
Ye dudh pee lijiye...apko acha lgega...
He made him drink it... they were looking at each other keenly...
He smiled n waved hand...sunno..
He went near to him...he said in cutest tone..."tum bilkul maa ki tarah ho..."
N again closed his eyes travelling to his dreamland...
A/N:Hi friends...
This is my new duo story...actually this is set after the death after Abhijeet's mom...n concept is a bit changed here...in my story Daya was not in CID that time...he will join soon and how he will help Abhi to cope up is the theme...
Agr response achi mili to will continue soon...
Thanks...Srija.
