A person was pointing a gun towards another man. They both were standing near a cliff. The face of the man holding the gun was covered with a black mask. Only the eyes were visible through it. The eyes were enough to run a chill through anyone's spine. Those eyes were cold like a dead person's. No one could be able to look at those lifeless eyes for long! The man was shouting something, but it was inaudible, like those "mute" scenes in any movie! The man to whom he was pointing the gun was now trying to move towards him! Oh no! He should not come forward - GOD - the masked man won't spare him - GOD - have mercy on him - please GOD please -
A loud noise of gunshot - A splash of red hot blood - and "AHHHHHHHH"
DAYAAAAA -
Abhijeet sat on his bed! His eyes were wide open, his body was drenched in sweat. He could easily hear his own heartbeat. He spread out his hand to reach for the glass placed on his bedside table. His hand was still trembling. He took the glass to his lips and this simple process took nearly 3 to 4 minutes... After taking only a sip of the cold water he put the glass back. He wiped off the sweat drop from his forehead and slowly came off the bed. He was walking silently towards the door and finally reached where he wanted to! His eyes were fixed on the person on the bed. His face was so peaceful... His eyes were closed, it seemed like he was in a beautiful dream...
Abhijeet entered the room, sat quietly beside him. He touched his forehead, and then slowly started rubbing it softly, then his fingers moved into his hairs... he was running his fingers through his hair. but the person was too still to move even a little bit.
"Dayaa" - he whispered - unintentionally, or may be his heart was still having a hope to get a response - a single response - any kind of it will do! But he is tired of waiting for his brother's response. The only sign of his life is his breathing sound.
Abhijeet leaned forward and placed his head on Daya's chest. He could hear his heartbeat. He closed his eyes. The heartbeat was echoing in his ears... He is alive- HE IS ALIVE! A drop of tear escaped his eyes.
He quietly made a place beside Daya and squeezed himself beside him...
Daya: Main andar aa sakta hun?
Abhijeet: Daya, tum kabhi bhi kahi bhi ja sakte ho, isme puchnewali koi baat hi nahi! Yeh ghar jitna mera, utna hi tumhara!
A sweet smile crept on Daya's face. He entered Abhijeet's room and started looking around. "wah -" a soft but praising tone came from his lips. Abhijeet smiled looking at him.
Abhijeet: Aao, baitho - kuch kehna chahte ho?
Daya sat on his bed beside him shyly.
Daya: (lowering his gaze) Abhijeet, woh main pani pee raha tha, tab achanak jug se pani gir gaya bistar pe -
Abhijeet: (alert) Arre, to pehle batana chahiye tha na! Tum ek kaam karo, yehi pe lait jao, main sofa pe -
Daya: Aap bhi yehi so jaiye, main neend me haath pair nahi chalata hun!
Abhijeet chuckled.
After a few hours, Abhijeet's sleep got disturbed, he found Daya changing sides restlessly in sleep. He had sweat on his body.
"zaroor koi bura sapna dekha hoga" - Abhijeet thought. He hesitated a little bit at first, then he placed his hand on Daya's forehead. To his surprise he became quiet and soon drifted into deep sleep...
Abhijeet remembered that day so vividly. "Woh bura sapna mere ekbar chhune se khatm ho jata tha Daya - par yeh bura sapna khatam kyun nahi hota? Pata nahi aur kitne din..." he sighed!
Abhijeet opened his eyes when the first ray of sun kissed his face. He looked beside him, the same peaceful sleep covered his brother like a shell. Abhijeet opened the curtains so that the whole room could be flooded with soft morning light. He tucked Daya properly inside the blanket. Changed the saline bottle. He kissed his forehead and then slowly moved out of the room.
A/N: My first long story on DUO only! After a long thought, finally decided to write it down. I have literally no idea what I have written, or what I am going to write! Still I will request you all to read and review - please please please ...