He entered inside his house; he was completely in mess, his eyes red and face swollen, each word that his most dear one said to him banging in every corner of his head, he was not able to control his shambling steps and his shaking body. Moving forward he didn't realise where he was actually going, the teary cloth over his eyes making his vision blurry, every second he felt was a burden over him, in that mess he suddenly got hit with the round table in front of him which his blurry vision and preoccupied mind had completely ignored. He came crashing down on the table, his head and body weight broke the table in so many pieces, how many? He didn't knew, he was not even aware of the blood that was oozing out from the several wounds in his body just a painful "ahhh" making everyone believe that he felt the pain. He tried to get up but the broken glass pieces piercing in his body made it difficult for him, at last losing every hope he had, he laid himself there over those broken glass pieces that resembled his broken heart, in an awkward manner he lay there each second only one voice and few words passed through his mind, right now he just wanted to ask one question to his BUDDY.. "WHY". As determined as he always was, he tried to find his mobile phone, getting a glimpse of it, he grabbed it in one go, ignoring the unbearable pain in his head and his whole body. He tried to find his buddies number in the device he had in his hand although he knew it by heart but right now he was not in the condition to dial it, his blurry and now red vision took the final chances he had, but "YES" there it is he got a glimpse of it... "a painful sigh and an unbearable jerk in his shattered body, made him realise again that may be he will not be ALIVE the next second" he dialled the no. he got without even seeing once that the no. he was dialling was not of his buddy but of the other man, he respected and cared a lot for...he waited taking painful breaths in between as his teary soul made it difficult for him to breathe...
tring tring...tring tring..
the other man picked up the phone, and before he could say anything the other person just started with... "daya yaar tu...tu jaanta hai na main tears made it difficult for him to breathe but he continued, yaar tu na bahot bura hai, remembered that incident again, nahi yaar bura tu nahi main hun..hain na...sabh yahi kehte hain..ACP sir bhi....the other man's heart pinched with that....yaar main kya sach mein itna bura hun...itna ki sabh mujhse nafrat karte hain...maine kya kiya hai yaar..bata na..main...Ahhhh..this time he was not be able to control his pain...while the other man's body jerked hearing that painful " ahhh" from his part...he sensed something was bad, he took his car keys and headed towards the other man's house while he still engaged as...yaar main to apni maa ko bhi nahi bacha paya tha..kay issliye sabh mujhse nafrat karte hain...freddy bhi kehta hai ki main bahot bura hun hain na...woh tumse kehte hain na aisa...maine sunna tha..he added innocently, not knowing that his this simple statement brought so many tears in the other person's eyes, he continued...yaar tu bata kya sach mai maine galat kiya..tu mujhse abhi bhi naraaz hai na...tu hai na wahan..DAYA..he called his buddy over the phone..although trying to search him every time near himself...the other person came in trouble what to say, he thought, but right now his absent minded SON just took on a new track...tu janta hain..aaj main sabh ki aakhon mein dekhta hun na to mujhe lagta hai ki tum sabh mujhse gussa ho...yaar TASHA to meri behen thin a, phir kyun tumhe yeh lagta hai ki maine usse bacha ne ki koshish nahi ki...mujhe bhi lagta hai, main wahin that phir bhi kuch nahi..kuch bhi nahi kar paya...he took so many painful breaths, his sinus shivered, he was now feeling drowsy, he had already lost control over his body..extreme blood loss created another problem, after sensing those painful gasps of his son, he hit the accelerator even hard...while his son still engaged.....yaar ACP sir mujhe itna kyun daanta hain...yaar main unse bahot pyaar ...tu janta hain na...woh mujhe..yaar tu samajh main main mar raha hun yaar tu kuch karna yaar..mere paas aaja yaar mujhe teri jarurat...he took a painful and a deep breath, the phone slipped down from his hand and his blurry vision completely turning into darkness, he heard someone..he knew that voice..but he was disappointed, he needed his buddy but he felt a sooth in his heart..he will now die keeping his head on his father's lap,...
HE entered inside the house, and the scene that unfolded before him left him completely...tragically shocked..the blood, his blood he looked at that figure in front of him and just one name came on his lips... "ABHIJEET"
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Hnnn...shue..let me take some breaths too...well guys this story is completely different from what i wrote before..i know i know i have a pending story but i was not able to control the urge to post this one...DO READ AND REVIEW...