Your well-wisher!

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Daya moved in balcony holding a cup of coffee in one hand and his cellphone in another. He was missing someone. He dialed her number. He wanted to hear her voice before taking the first sip of the coffee.

She received the call immediately but spoke nothing.

'Hey...kya kar rahi thi? I was missing you. Akele coffee peene ka man nahi kar raha tha. Tum aa jao na. Sath me peete hain.' Daya said smiling over the phone.

Still no voice came from another said.

'Hello..Shreya tum sun rahi ho?' Daya asked.

Again no response.

'Shreya are you there? Hello...hello Shreya. Kuch bol kyun nahi rahi tum? Naraj ho kya ya maun vrat hai? Baat nahi karni thi to phone kyun uthaya?' Daya said.

Still he got no response from her side.

Daya became little upset. He put the coffee mug aside. 'Shreya phone pe tumhi ho na? Kyun pareshan kar rahi ho mujhe? Maine already bola ki main tumhe miss kar raha hu. Tumhari aawaj sunne ke liye phone kiya aur tum baat hi nahi kar rahi ho. Theek hai main abhi tumhare ghar aata hu. Phir tum soch lo main kya kar sakta hu ok. Mera dimag mat kharab karo.'

Daya waited for a moment but got no response. Tension started building up now. 'Ok fine you want me to come to your home in night. I am coming.'

Suddenly he heard her bursting out in a huge laughter. Daya sighed placing his hand on his chest. 'God! Ye kya majak tha Shreya?'

Shreya controlled her laughter. 'Sorry sorry. Main bas thoda masti kar rahi thi. You know I love it when you sound so desperate for me.'

Daya smirked. 'Achha! Desperate aur main. Yaad hai na tumne mujhe propose kiya tha maine nahi.'

'Oh hello..isme itna bhaw khane ki koi jarurat nahi hai. Maine aapko isliye propose kiya because I know aapke paas guts nahi tha mujhse baat karne ka. Aap bhi mujhse already pyar karte the. I knew it ok.'

Daya laughed. 'Ek minute madam. Aisa kuch nahi hai. Aap bahut innocent hain. Bas aapka dil na toot jaye isliye taras khakar maine han bol diya. Warna ye pyar vyar mere bas ki baat nahi.'

'Han han sab pata hai mujhe. Jo bhi boliye. Sach to aapki aankho me dikhta hai.' Shreya said smiling.

'Kaisa sach?' Daya said sipping his coffee.

'Kuch nahi. Achha abhi aap bol rahe the ki aap mere ghar aa rahe hain. Kya aap sach me aa jate? Aur aakar kya karne ki baat kar rahe the?' Shreya asked.

Daya smiled. 'Aakar batau? Phone pe nahi samjha paunga.'

Shreya blushed. Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

'One second Daya. I think koi aaya hai. I'll talk to you later.' Shreya said.

'Mujhse pehle kaun pahuch gaya? Koi dusri party bhi hai kya?'

'Dayaaa. ..shut up...bye!' Shreya said laughing.

'Okay.' Daya said unwillingly. 'Call me back after attending your guest.' Daya said and cut the call.

Shreya moved to open the door. She peeped outside but was a bit bewildered finding nobody there. She stepped outside and casted glances around but found no one.

'Ye kya majak hai? Kaun ho sakta hai? Doorbell baja ke gayab ho gaya?' She shook her head feeling strange and began to move inside when her eyes fell on a randomly folded paper lying on the doormat. She looked at it suspiciously and picked it up.

She opened the wrinkled paper. Some words were scribbled on it in a terrible messy handwriting.

Shreya tried to read it. Finally when she read the words she was dumbstruck.

It was written. 'Don't marry him.'

She couldn't believe what she just read. She looked at the bottom of the page. 'Your well-wisher' was written there with a smiley.

She was puzzled for a moment. She ran outside and checked on the surroundings of her house. She couldn't see anyone around.

She ran inside and called Daya.

'Are waah badi jaldi call kiya. Kaun aaya tha?' Daya asked.

'Mujhe aapse bahut jaroori baat karni hai. Aap turant mere ghar aa jaiye.' Shreya said in one breath.

'Oh really! now you are sounding desperate for me.' Daya said naughtily.

'Daya please it's something serious.' Shreya said emphasising on her words.

'Shreya kya baat hai? Tum itni tensed kyun ho?' Daya asked sensing anxiety in her voice.

'Phone pe nahi bata sakti. Just come to my home, right now!' Shreya said in a serious tone.

'Ok fine main abhi aata hu. You just relax.' Daya said cutting the call.

Shreya was jogging in her living room in stress. The paper was still in her hand. A few minutes ago she was merrily chatting to Daya and now she had lost all peace of her mind just because of a bloody piece of paper containing those words.

Shreya heard the sound of Daya's motorbike and ran towards the gate. Daya walked towards her taking fast steps.

'Kya baat hai Shreya? Achanak kya ho gaya tumhe?'

Shreya just grabbed his arm. 'Andar chalo.'

She took him inside and closed the door. Daya was just staring at her totally confused.

Shreya turned to him. 'Kisi ne doorbell bajai aur darwaje pe ye chod kar chala gaya.'

'Kya hai ye?' Daya said taking the paper from her hand. 'Kya likha hai ye?' He couldn't even read that.

'Don't marry him!' Shreya said.

'What?' Daya looked at her surprisingly.

'Can you explain it Daya? Koi idea ye kisne kiya hai? Jabse mujhe ye paper mila hai main bata nahi sakti main kitni pareshan hu.'

'Relax!' Daya caressed her shoulder. He read the letters carefully. 'Don't marry him' he uttered looking at Shreya. 'Is it written about me?'

'Of course it's about you. 4-5 logo ko propose nahi kiya tha maine?' Shreya shouted annoyingly.

'To ye baat kis kis ko pata hai ki hum dono shadi karna chahte hain?' Daya asked.

'Maine to abhi tak kisi ko nahi bataya. I mean of course Tarika aur Purvi ko chod kar. Un dono ke alawa aur kisi ko nahi pata. Kya aapne kisi ko bataya?' Shreya asked.

'No' Daya said. 'Of course Abhijeet ko bataya hai. Baki aur kisi ko nahi pata.'

'To kahi in logo ne hi koi majak...' Shreya uttered looking at Daya.

Daya banged his head. 'Damn! Obviously ye ek majak hai.' He started laughing. 'Tumhe pata hai na ye log kitne badmash hain. Bureau me hum dono ko pareshan karne ka ek mauka bhi nahi chodte. Ye kaam jaroor in teeno me se hi kisi ne kiya hai. Tum bhi na itni jara si baat pe pareshan ho jati ho. Come on Shreya you are a cid officer. Kisi cheej par yakeen karne se pehle ek baar verify to karna chahiye. Dekho jara dhyan se, likhne wale ne kaise handwriting change karke likha hai taki koi pehchan na paye.'

Shreya was still serious. 'Isme hasne ki koi baat nahi hai Daya. Koi mujhe warn kar raha hai that I shouldn't marry you. Bahut badi baat hai ye mere liye. Main bahut pareshan ho gayi. But still maine apne hosh nahi khoye aur pata lagane ki koshish ki. Maine Tarika aur Purvi ko call kiya tha. Aur un dono ne hi ye kaam nahi kiya hai.'

Daya cupped her face. 'Okay fine. Tum naraj kyun ho rahi ho? Main to aise hi bol raha tha ki tumhe itni choti si baat pe pareshan hona suit nahi karta.'

'Maine kaha na ye choti si baat nahi hai.' Shreya said gritting her teeth.

'Ok ok calm down!' Daya said patting her head. 'Purvi aur Tarika ne nahi kiya to Abhijeet ne kiya hoga, simple!'

'Ok! Talk to him right now.' Shreya said looking not convinced.

'Abhi karta hu.' Daya said and dialed Abhijeet's number.

'Hello Abhijeet! Yaar ye kya kiya tumne? Ye majak karne ke liye Shreya hi mili thi tumhe? Pata hai wo kitni pareshan ho gayi hai.'

Shreya was just staring at Daya as he talked to Abhijeet.

'Kya? Tumne kuch nahi kiya? Abhijeet please jhooth mat bolo...

Shreya became more upset and moved to couch. She sat down holding her head.

Daya cut the call after talking to Abhijeet. Now he was also perplexed. He moved to Shreya sitting on the couch holding her head.

'Shreya ye kaam Abhijeet ne bhi nahi kiya hai.' Daya spoke in a low voice.

'I told you.' Shreya snapped angrily. 'Majak nahi hai ye. Majak nahi hai...

Daya caught her by her shoulders. 'Relax Shreya. Calm down ..

Shreya looked into his eyes. 'Mujhe aisa kyun lag raha hai ki aapko pata hai is bare me?'

'Mujhe kaise pata hoga Shreya?' Daya said in bewilderment.

'Aap jhooth bol rahe hain. Aap mujhse kuch chupa rahe hain. I can feel it.' Shreya said looking at him incredulously.

'Are you mad?' Daya yelled at her. 'Kya bakwas kar rahi ho tum?'

Shreya was startled as he raised his voice. She started sobbing and sat down. Daya realised his tone and pulled her in a hug. 'I am sorry Shreya. I am so sorry.'

Shreya was sobbing on his chest.

Daya kissed on top of her head. 'Tum mujhse aise sawal mat karo Shreya. Mujhe sach me kuch nahi pata. Tum mujhe accuse mat karo. Tum mujhse pyar karti ho aur mujhpe hi shak kar rahi ho? Main tumse jhooth kyun bolunga. Tumse jyada important meri life me kuch bhi nahi hai. Main tumse kuch bhi kyun chupaunga?'

Shreya separated from him and rubbed her tears. 'I am not accusing you. You are getting me wrong. Mere kehne ka ye matlab tha ki shayad aapka koi dushman ho. Kisi se koi purana jhagda ya phir aisa kuch jo main nahi janti. Shayad aap jante ho ki aisa kaun kar sakta hai. Kyunki is message se to ye saaf pata chalta hai ki ye jisne bhi kiya hai wo mera wellwisher hai aur aapka dushman. Daya I know about your past relationships and affairs very well. Lekin kya aisa bhi kuch hai jo main nahi janti?'

Daya looked into her eyes. 'mere bare me aisa kuch bhi nahi hai Shreya jo tum nahi janti. Trust me. That's all I can say.'

Shreya remained silent for a moment. She looked at him again. 'To aisa kaun ho sakta hai jo nahi chahta ki hum dono ek sath ho.'

Daya took her hands in his. 'Mujhe bas ek jawab do. Agar maan lo ki koi tumse milta hai aur kehta hai ki tumhe mujhse shadi nahi karni chahiye. Main tumhare pyar ke layak nahi hu. Mere sath tum khush nahi rahogi. I am the wrong man for you and blah blah blah. ..to kya tum apna decision badal dogi?'

Shreya looked deep into his eyes. 'Nahi. Kabhi nahi. I love you. Aur main sari zindagi sirf aapke sath rehna chahti hu. Aap sahi ho ya galat. I don't care. Aapke bare me main kabhi dimag se nahi sochti. Humesha sirf dil se sochti hu. I might be wrong. But mujhe pata hai ki mera dil kya chahta hai. If you are not the right man for me then nobody is. Mera decision kabhi nahi badlega.'

Daya affectionately kissed on her forehead. 'Then forget everything else and remember just one thing...I love you!' He said throwing the paper aside and embraced Shreya in his comforting arms.

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...to be continued