My pre Diwali bonanza for all of you Duo lovers :) :)

But mainly it's an on request attempt for one of my sweetie sis…. One of the superb writers…. Srija….

Happy Diwali guys…. :) in advance….

NOW HAVE A HAPPY READING…

Beta ruko… beta… aise shaytani nehi karte bachha…. ruk jao…. A young lady was running behind a 4/ 5 years old chubby boy.

The kid…. while continuously laughing…. chuckling sweetly…. running here n there in their house's premises…. ignoring his mother's continuous call.

A beautiful haha… ha… haaa… naaa… nan…nah… were filled in air.

A cute innocence was spread in whole atmosphere.

Suddenly the main gate of that lavish bungalow opened with a car horn.

The child stopped for a while listening his ever known sound…. And his mother didn't skip that precious chance to catch her saytan bachha.

She quickly grabbed his ears softly with…. aab batao, tab se mamma ko bhaga rahe ho…. Started tickling his tummy…. Which resulted a laughter bust of the baby.

He continuously was trying to free himself and again start a bhagam- bhag.

But his desperate mother gripped his tiny hands tightly and forcefully attached a glass full of medicine mix water…. Made baby gulped the whole.

After freeing from that medicine issue, baby ran towards the just parked lavish car in their portico.

A handsome person with a contained smile in his lips came out from the car and picked the baby lovingly…. Kya kar raha tha mera bachha… mamma ko tang kar rahe the tum? Dawai nehi peena?

Dawa ganna….eeee…. Baby nodded his head innocently in no and made a mischievous face which made his dad really smile whole-heartedly.

The lady came forward while smiling…. Chaliye ji, andar chaliye…. abhi Daya ka kuch dost ayega…. Use khelne dain…. Aap fresh ho jaiye…. Thake hue hain nah….

Daya's dad picked a sweet kiss in his cheek and made him stood on ground and left with his loving wife inside.

Daya got busy with his colony friends in a happy playing session in their garden.

Suddenly some noise from the back of that bungalow tore the apparent peaceful circumference there… followed by a loud blasting sound and a fire ball seemed engulfed the back portion of that building.

The first reaction among the children came from…. Maaaaaaaa….

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Daya opens his eyes & sits up with a jerk in a dark room.

He is breathing heavily…. His t- shirt almost gets wet in sweat.

He rubs his hands over his face to pacify himself…. Ahhh…. Phir se wohi sapna…. Pata nehi kab picha chutega isse… itna saal bit gaya…. itna kuch ho gaya…. lekin yeh sapna… ahhh…. He thinks in mind…. sach me kya yeh mera maa-papa hain? Kya woh bachha sach me main hoon! Offff…. He again rubs his palms together to control his irregular vitals.

A shrill sound of a land phone suddenly disturbs the silent atmosphere.

Daya again feels a jerk as he is unmindful about the present scenario.

The ringing sound of phone stops. Daya looks at the clock in enlighten search light hanging on wall beside his bed…. It's 10:30 at night.

Koi urgent call toh nehi tha? He thinks.

He decides for once to descend from bed…. But leave the idea as…. Jise baat karna hain… zaroorat hoga toh phir se call karega. But his mind hammers at a thought…. Kahin Abhijeet sir toh nehi? Kahin sir wapas toh nehi aa gaye…. as Abhijeet went to Pune due to some official work yesterday…. & Daya had no contact with his senior after that.

His trail of thought disturbs again with the second time ringing sound. Zaroor Abhijeet sir hi honge…. Aate hi unhone mujhe call kiya… in a sweet smile his lips curves and he literally rushes to attain the call.

Hello! Daya tries the best to make normal his tone.

Aab kayse ho Daya? A concerned voice of ACP Pradyuman comes over telephone…. As it was today's morning, at the time of chasing a criminal… Daya's bike skidded somehow with a very high speed…. & he got injured. As per doctor's advice ACP sir gave him a day long leave.

Daya's face fall in disappointment…. Sir aap? Then controls his emotions…. Jee nehi sir, aab thik hoon. Medicine kha liye tha main… aur rest bhi kar raha hoon… I will surely join tomorrow sir. He tries his best to hide his sad voice not hearing his desired person.

But in opposite there is the ACP sir…. ACP Pradyuman… who easily gets his junior's fallen low sound…. Sighed a l'll… ek aag hain toh dushra baraf…. Pata nehi aage jake kya hoga? Koshish kar ke bhi Daya kabhi Abhijeet ke liye apna concern chupa nehi pata. Aur ek Abhijeet…. Kabhi khud ko yeh ehsaas hi nehi hone dena chahta…. Daya se uska ek anokha rishta ban sakta hain! His trance breaks with Daya's tensed voice…. sir! Sir, aap thik toh hain? Hello!

ACP Pradyuman smiles in his mind…. haan Daya… main thik hoon, bas kuch soch raha tha. Tumne khana khaya?

Ye… yessss sir… mera dinner ho gaya… Daya stammered a bit which obviously not gets unnoticed by his boss.

But ACP sir doesn't confront him. Instead of…. Aur kuch puchna chahte ho? He asks.

Daya stops…. In his mind he is dying to know about his Abhijeet sir, about his arrival… but questioned nothing.

Abhijeet kal tak wapas aa jayega Daya… fikar mat karo… ACP sir softly replies his unasked question.

Daya: o… o… ok sir. Thank you.

Kabhi kabhi humse bhi khul ke sawal kar liya karo Daya… achha lagta hain… tum humare bete jayse hi ho… sabhi baten sirf apne Abhijeet sir se ho kahoge! ACP sir teases his junior desperately. Apna khayal rakhna…. Aur haan… khana kha lena… tum se jhut bola nehi jata.

He cuts the call leaves an embarrass Daya other side.

Daya sighs heavily while slowly backs the receiver in its place…. Sir abhi tak wapas nehi aaye! Lekin unhone kal jane se pahele bola toh tha… aaj raat aa jayenge… phir… kiun nehi aaye abhi tak?

While thinking he stretches his leg on a nearby chair…. As folding it continuously… is paining little in muscles.

Mujhe chot laga aaj… unko aa jana chahiye tha nah! Ek baar unke puch lene se mujhe kitna achha lagta hain… kya unhe nehi pata? Phir? Daya dipped in his own silly thoughts…. His mind does not indicate even… how an out of town man can know about his injury!

Kahin sir koi mushibat me toh nehi? Suddenly Daya gets tense… shit! ACP sir se thik se pucha bhi nehi. He cursed in his own mind. Nehi… agar koi tension hota, sir utna aram se batate nehi. Aur Abhijeet sir toh mamuli sa interrogation ke liye gaye hain… usme kya khatra? He tries to be patient.

Daya doesn't know for how long he was there at that same posture with his various random thoughts about his Abhijeet sir… feels an immediate urge of food as he didn't take anything after launch.

Kya khaun… bhukh toh bahat lag raha…. lekin ghar me toh kuch hain bhi nehi! Aur jada der khara ho ke kuch banana bhi mushkil lag raha hain… kya karun? He gets up from his seat & slowly makes his way towards kitchen in search of any easy making ready-made food.

His attention suddenly catches a calendar hanging on corridor wall. He looks at the year written at top portion… in red color…. bold font…. year 2000…. printed there.

His eyes travel at downward…. Sticks at month of July…. Dated 21st.

Please read & review….

With regards,

Mistic Morning