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Guys i know you all must have been bored with this theme and the stories based on "giraftaar" series, but i can't do anything with this, i want to vent all my hurt and frustration out and for doing that i wanted to write this story..
By now you all must be familiar with the type of scenario that was created by FW and the reasons for us being hurt...
I will really appreciate it if you all read this and give your precious feedback.. J
If you are not interested then too well and good as this story is something I am writing just for myself...
He entered inside his house as he still felt those words ringing inside his ears, he was tired and exhausted from the work and run he had been doing the entire day..but yet more than being tired he was hurt, hurt very deeply from the things he had been hearing and going through, why it's always him? He asked this question to god a hundred times yet the god too was silent; he was silent because he was guilty. Guilty of suffocating this man with hurt and pain again, guilty of always pulling him in the situations where people pass by hurting him with their comments and yet without a glimpse of regret on their faces and in their eyes.
He sat down on the couch with a thud; letting the car keys fall on the table he rested his head on the back rest. For some moments he stared blankly at the roof and then some emotions passed through his eyes as his red eyes became wet again...
He grabbed his head with his both hands and brought it down trying to gain control upon his emotions and his frustration...yes he was now frustrated and hurt with this life of his which seemed to be hooked with that curse which he had got some 17 years back while performing his duty...the curse which took his mother from him..the curse which proved to be fatal for him at every moment of his life whenever he required his family..no not his family his only relations, his colleagues to be beside him and support him rather than leaving him to face the death again...
These thoughts which were flooding in his mind were suddenly disturbed by the ringing of his phone..he very lazily pulled the phone out of his pocket and after seeing the caller ID just took a big and heavy sigh trying to put a break on his emotions and his tears just to be normal with the person he'll be facing after dragging the green phone mark towards the red..
He picked up the phone and replied in a tone which was trying to be sound fresh but the experience of 17 years of the other person caught the sadness in it..
Abhijeet..(trying to remove the hurt from his tone).. "haan freddy, kuch kaam tha?"
Freddy(in a soft tone as got the hurt in the man's voice).. "nahi sir..bas apse puchna tha ki..(thinking something and then changing his mind)... aap theek hain sir...?
Abhijeet(in a whisper).. "haan freddy main..(after some time)...theek hun...
There was a silence for some moments as both now thinking how to proceed the conversation...abhijeet had the fear that freddy would come to know that he had heard that all and freddy had the fear that his any word can hurt the feelings of his senior...here abhijeet proceeded as..
Abhijeet.. "freddy woh..d..daya ke bare mein kuch pata chala?"
Freddy was glad to hear something from abhijeet's side..he replied instantly but in a cool tone... "nahi sir.."
Abhijeet shocked after hearing that cool tone so ask again as.. " kya..?"
Freddy slapped his head, he was so much relaxed after hearing that tense free tone that he just missed about what they were actually talking so now change his tone and reply as.. "mera matlab..nahi sir..daya sir ke bare mein aur kuch toh nahi pata chala.."
Here abhijeet's mind again played those words of salunkhe sir which he had heard; he felt a high pain in his heart and after that just said to freddy in hurry... "freddy kuch pata chale toh mujhe batana.." and then cut the phone in seconds while freddy still.. "sir..sir.."
Freddy sighed and kept the phone aside...he already knew from the watchmen that abhijeet was there in lab at that time as he had asked him about this as fearing abhijeet's presence in such a situation...
Here abhijeet placed the mobile down as some silent tears fell on it, he looked at those tears as smile made it's way on his lips as he whispered in pain..
"kahin yeh aasun bhi toh jhute nahin?" he turned his face to other side disappointedly...
He got up now and made his way towards the bathroom, entering inside he took a look at that man who stared at him with same expressions as his, and with same feeling as his...his eyes were wet and he was looking lost in the harshness and cruelty of this world where he had come many years back but still he could remember only 17 of them...
He moved forwards now unable to face the person standing in front of him, he opened the tap and storing some water in his hands he splashed his face with the cold water which did provide an unusual warmth to him...he did it many times and now tired with this work of his he again stared at that figure in front him..
As tears made their way in his eyes and then down, they cannot be distinguished from the water, these drops of pain and hurt which were as transparent and as similar to water but were special in their own way as they were the means by which a person opened his heart up to the world. But this was not the case for this man...he is a man who always hid his tears, his pain and his hurt from others. The amount of pain stored in his heart was something that nobody, even his best friend and the man who knew him from 17 years could get out from his heart...after every hurtful situation he stood strong for his team and for the relations he had made down these 17 years, but yet these people every time hurt him more, he respected these precious relations of his which were given to him by god to live his life with peace and sooth after that painful incident of his life but yet he was standing here washing his face to hide his tears from this world...
He closed his eyes and turned his face down as those words again came flooding in...
"main jaanta tha, main janta tha pradyuman ek na ek din yeh abhijeet puri CID team ke liye woh gandi machli saabit hoga joh pure ke pure talaab ko ganda kar deti hai"
Abhijeet's head got a slight spin...
"iss abhijeet ki wajah se puri ki puri CID team badnaam ho gayi hai.."
"kalank hai...yeh abhijeet CID team par ek bahot bada dhabba hai...kalank hai.."
Abhijeet's legs came crashing down; he sat down taking the support of wall as the words felt heavy...he touched his head and tried to remember something but the result was same and in anger he banged his hand on the wall resulting in a bad sprain in it...
"kalank...ek bada dhabba...gandi machli.."
He jerked his head as a small sad smile came on his lips...
"salunkhe sahab 17 saal baad bhi aap mere bare mein yahi sabh sochte hain...itni baar main apne aapko begunah saabit kar chukka hun phir bhi..."
"aap bhi shaant rahe sir...ek shabd bhi nahi sir...mere liye ek shabd bhi nahi...(he laughed teasingly as his tears fell)..mujh pe toh aapko sabse jyada bharosa tha na sir..phir kya hua sir..tut gaya woh bharosa ek jhatke mein.."
He rested his head there on the wall only...he remembered acp sir saying to him that he is the person he trusts the most in all his officers...he whispered...
"shayad meri jaan jaane ka hi intezaar kar rahe hain sir aap..."
He stood up silently taking the support of wall as he felt really weak right now...
He moved towards his room and after entering in it he remembered something and now took out an envelope from the cupboard...he smiled looking at it as some priceless words came as a fresh memory..
"i am proud of you my boy"
"mujhe tumpar pura bharosa hai abhijeet.."
"tum jaante ho abhijeet ek Cid officer apni duty kabhi nahi bhul sakta bilkul waise hi jaise ek taeraak(swimmer) kabhi bhi taerna(swimming) nahi bhulta ..."
"sir uss din, uss lameh un sidiyon(stairs) per aapko toh mujh par bharosa tha par mujhe apne aap par nahi tha...maine uss din aapke bharose ko apni takat bana ke CID mein apna kadam rakha tha...(with tears in his eyes)..magar sir aaj woh bharosa hi nahi hai...aaj mujhe toh apne aap par bharosa hai...aap par bhi hai..magar aapka woh bharosa shayad kahin kho gaya hai sir..."
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I will be continuing this guys, it will be according to my imagination and not FW's..
Do tell me whether you want to read it further or not as if you are not interested then i will simply write it and keep it to myself.. J
Thanks you for bearing with me..
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