Daya stopped his qualis near a tree and closed his eyes tightly...he was scared...scared?...yes he was scared...Inspector Daya...the most powerful cop of CID Mumbai...was scared today...scared and guilty...
He could not decide wheather it would be the right thing to do or not...he was not able to take decision as his heart was saying to go forward and complete the mission for which he had come there...he forwarded his hand towards the key to ignite the qualis again...
But next moment he moved his hand backwards...his brain was saying that it was not the right moment to carry out the mission...indeed he needed time...time to stabilize himself...and
He knew that it was an important mission and he must complete it any cost otherwise it may leave an ever lasting bad effect on his life and would give rise to a never ending guilt...but still then he was not able to decide...what to do?...
Forward or backward?...
Towards Abhijeet's house or towards his own house?...
Towards an ever lasting happy life or towards a never ending guilt?...
He was really feeling suffocating in the car...he got down and after leaning against the car...took a deep breathe and closed his eyes...
After the case got solved...Abhijeet left the bureau immediately...though he had promised Purbi to talk with Daya about her...he did not as it was more important for him to hide his tears first...
Daya tried to move behind him immidiately but stopped with a firm touch on his shoulder...it was Tarika...he looked at her with question...she smiled sadly and said...
Tarika: abhi nahin Daya...thodi der baad...
Daya: par Tarika...Abhijeet wahan...
Tarika: kuch nahin hoga use Daya...use bas waqt chahiye...thodi der akele rahne do use...(in painful low tone)...thodi der ro lene do...halka mehsoos karega...aur apni maa se baatein bhi kar lega...
Daya closed his eyes in pain for once...and then opened them and gave a nod of assurance to her...Tarika smiled and said in soft but firm tone...
Tarika: Daya ab tumhe Purbi se baat kar lena chahiye...aao...
Daya's anger rose up within a moment hearing that name...he roared in angry tone...
Daya: Purbi se?...kya baat karni hain usse?...
Tarika(in calm tone): tumhe use apnana hoga...
Daya(shouted): TAAARIIIKAAA!...tum mujhse aaj meri jaan mang lo...main khush hoke de dunga...par mujhe us ladki ko apnane ke liye mat kaho...yeh mujhse nahin hoga...
Tarika(in same way): kyun nahin apna sakte tum use?...
Daya(in chewing tone): usne mujhe apne bhai ke khilaaf khada kar di thi...aaj uske wajah se hi mere aur Abhijeet ke beech mein yeh dooriyan aa gaya hain...aaj usi ke wajah se maine apne bhai ko khud se door kar diya hain...
Tarika(cut him in middle): aur tumhara usi bhai ne hi usse waada kiya tha ki woh tum dono ko milayega...(in painful tone)...uske to tum koi izzat nahin rakhte...kam se kam uske kiye gaye waadein ka to izzat karo...
Daya(painfully): nahin Tarika tum yeh...
But he was compelled to stop remembering his own words...
Abhijeet kahin yeh yaadash jana ek natak to nahin?...
Daya remained silent for sometime and then said in painful but determined tone...
Daya: thik hain Tarika...main Abhijeet se khud baat karunga...par mere liye is ladki ko manana impossible hain...
Tarika(angrily while leaving the hall): thik hain...tumhara jo maan mein aaye tum wahin karte raho...par umeed karti hu ki is waqt Abhijeet ke pass jake uske jale pe namak nahin chirkaoge tum...
Daya opened his eyes slowly...no he had not gone...he had not gone to meet his buddy then...he had left him alone to cry out his heart all by himself...but he had kept an eye on him by ordering one of his informer to follow Abhijeet since he had left bureau...
He was feeling restless...and guilty too...how could he?...how could he do such a nasty thing?...how could he suspect his best buddy?...and above all how could he doubt that Abhijeet...his Abhijeet...his buddy was doing drama?...since long twelve years...which included the death of his mother too...HOW COULD HE?...and why did Abhijeet tolerate it silently?...
He took out his mobile from pocket...and unlocked it...the wallpaper had a lovely duo moment...they were smiling while taking each other in a warm friendly side hug...Daya pressed his lips against each other to supress his tears...his POV...
Daya: kyun yaar kyun?...kyun tum itni khamoshi se mere baatein sun liye?...kyun gussa nahin dikhaya?...kyun ek thappad lagake nahin kaha ki how dare you Daya to speak with me like this?...par yeh sab nahin karke yeh kaisa saza diya tumne Abhi?...tumse door karke tum mujhe zindagi ki sabse badi path padhaya yaar...silent punishments are more painful than the paining ones...main to aisa nahin chahta tha yaar...kabhi nahin...trust me kabhi bhi nahin...main aaj bhi tumse utna hi pyaar karta hu...utna hi izzat hain aaj bhi mere dil mein tumhare liye...par kaise ehsus dilwau tumhe iske?...shayad tumhe ab mere har baat jhooth lage...har feelings pity aur sympathy lage...par aisa nahin hain yaar...aisa nahin hain...kabhi bhi nahin...par shayad tum hi sahi kar rahe ho...is baar maine jo kuch bhi kiya hain...shayad woh maafi ke layek hain hi nahin...tum sahi ho Abhi...maine jo toda hain ekbaar kabhi jodne ki koshish nahin karunga yaar...kya faida!...tum to mujhse nafrat karte ho ab...haina?...aaj se to shayad sone ke baad bhi yeh sab hi khwaab mein aayega...
He did the greatest mistake by letting his guilt winning over his love for his brother...he started the car and rushed towards the beach to calm himself...
Abhijeet was sitting in the terrace of his house...silently starring at the particular bright star in the sky whom he considered as his mother...he remembered Daya had told him once...
Abhi...mujhe Raghuvendra sir ne bataye the ki achche insan jab mar jate to God unhe asmaan se star bana dete hain...(pointing towards that star)...woh dekho yaar...woh hain maaji...woh bhi to achchi thi na?...God ne unhe bhi star bana diya hain...agar tumhe kabhi kuch aisa pareshani ya dukh hua jo tum mujhse bhi share nahin kar pao to us star se kehna...maaji tumhe sunenge yaar...aur dekhna tumhara maan bhi halka ho jayega...
Abhijeet sighed...yes his buddy was right...his mind always got lightened whenever he had shared anying with that star...today too he had come there for peace...
But he was not getting peace...a strange restlessness was bothering him...not restlessness but perhaps a wait...wait for someone to come...
Someone...
Someone?...
No...not someone...
For Daya...
His buddy...
The only relation he had had in the world...
His most precious thing in the world...
He sighed again...though he was angry and was super hurt due to Daya's doubt on his memory loss issue and his suspiscion on him...ke knew that he would melt at the very next moment if Daya would come and talk to him...he was ready to accept him like ago when they were termed as the inseparable pair...but there was no sign of Daya...he did not bother to meet him even once too...
He silently climbed down to his bedroom...and stood in front of a framed duo photograph hanging on the wall...he fondled Daya's face in the photograph and whispered in painful low tone...
Abhijeet: tumhe ab shayad mera koi parwa nahin haina Daya?...main jeeyu ya maru shayad aaj tumhare liye yeh bekaar hain...tumne ek baar bhi yeh pata lagane ki koshish nahin kiya ki main kaisa hu?...achcha kiya yaar...aakhir main hu hi kaun tumhara?...koi bhi to nahin...achcha kiya yaar jo aaj mujhe yeh samjha diya mera aukat...main to kal tak puri tarah se tum pe dependent that emotionally...achcha kiya yaar jo woh support hata diya...aakhir kab tak tumhare tukdo pe palta rehta main?...kabhi na kabhi to self dependent hona hi tha na...par aaj main tumse yeh waada karta hu ki jo aaj tumne toda hain main use main kabhi jodne ki koshish nahin karunga...woh sabke dilon mein ek khatam hua kahani banke rahega...tumne apna zindagi bhar saath nibhane ka waada tod diya hain...par main kabhi apna yeh waada nahin todunga...
His gaze was attracted by the wall clock...it was twelve o' clock at night...he sighed sadly and said...
Abhijeet: ab to shayad aankh band karke wahin sab khwaab aayega...par sone ke koshish to karna hi padega hi na?...koshish karta hu...
Aapne aapko kabhi akela mehsoos mat karna sir...
Daya kaan ko haath laga ki aaj ke baad cocaine ko haath bhi nahin lagana...
Kya baat hain boss!...tum aur shadi!...nahin matlab soch lo...
Daya...main Abhi!...
Two well built figures sat up on their bed simultaneously...panting...Daya's POV...
Daya: yeh kaisa khwaab hain?...itna kuch hone ke baad bhi uske saath beetaye huye yeh saare khoobsurat pal hi mere khwaab mein kyun aa raha hain?...kya Abhijeet mere rooh ka hissa ban chuka hain?...kya uske bina rehna itna hi tough hain?...par main to usse door jane ka decision le chuka hoon na?...phir!...
Daya looked towards a duo photograph kept on the bedside table...he dropped a few drops of fresh tears...he wiped them away harshly...
At that moment Abhijeet too wiped away his tears...he too was starring towards a duo photograph...his POV...
Abhijeet: yeh kaisa khwaab hain?...itna sab kuch sehne ke baad bhi kyun yeh sab meethi yaadein hi khwaab mein aa raha hain mere?...kya aaj bhi mere dil mein uske liye pyaar bacha hain?...
End of the chapter...
Abhijeet aur Daya hain confused...nahin pehchaan pa rahe hain khud ke dil ke baat...kya duo juda ho jayenge?...ya phir milenge?...kya hoga aage?...stay tuned to know...
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