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Maniac laughter was echoing, bouncing off the wall of a secluded dark alley. Only source of light there was of that torch light in the hands of Abhijeet.
Abhijeet and Daya were both breathing heavily; they had come out of encounter inside one of the buildings present there. Only one criminal was left who was standing before them, he was also the boss of the gang. He had escaped the building and they were after him. Abhijeet and Daya were on their first mission together, they were in the outskirts of the Mumbai.
Abhijeet and Daya were both exhausted because of the encounter and running.
Abhijeet: Not bad. Kafi achy sy nibhaya tumne mera sath. Good job.
Daya shyly: Thank you Sir.
CID team had been in search of this notorious gang for a while. They had been doing murders for money, they were the target killers. They were involved in various cases, so HQ sent Abhijeet and Daya to this area as they suspected it was their hideout. So, here they were struggling with the last man standing before them. The man seemed to be experienced killer, that's why he was standing till now. He looked quite an experienced gun man as he carried three guns with him. Abhijeet and Daya somehow made him lose his all the guns.
The criminal cackled; he had done it many times during the fight, breaking into hysterical laugh, like he found the whole thing terribly amusing. Abhijeet and Daya clenched fist and grinded teeth, but didn't say anything.
Criminal: tum kiya kehty ho…wo (acted like thinking something) haan… chup kr k apny apko qanoon k hawaly kr do… (laughing maniacally) nhi krta chup chap kiya kr lo gy… hahahahhahaha… dhol peetun ga shor machaon ga… bilkul chup nhi karunga…
Abhijeet lost his temper: aeeyyyy… qanoon ka mazak banata hai… aik dafa mery hath lag ja phir btata hun…
Criminal laughed while holding his Stomach, said mockingly: ohhhhh… hahahahahaha… has has k mera bura hal ho gaya hai… ufff… mjhe nhi laga tha k CID walon ny dimaghi tor pr beemar logon ko bhi bharti krna shuru kr dia hai… hahahahaha…
Daya got hyper listening to this, he kicked him hard and gave him a punch. Criminal hit his head on the wall and fell unconscious.
Abhijeet in anger: Daya…
Daya: Sorry Sir but he deserved it. Or wesy bhi wo sar deewar pr lagny sy behosh hua hai…
Abhijeet: forget it… Daya tumhara communication device kaha hai?
Daya: wo larai k dauran toot gaya Sir… ap please apna use kr lain…
Abhijeet embarrassingly: wo mera device kahi gir gaya hai…
Daya: Sir ap handcuffs dijiye mai issy arrest kr leta hun baki ka phir dekhte hain…
Abhijeet took handcuffs out of his backpack: yeh lo…
Daya took the handcuffs, he was going to put handcuffs when realized that the lock of the cuffs was broken: Sir yeh kia… yeh hathkariyaan to tuti hui hain…
Abhijeet inspected them and concluded: mjhe lagta hai jb mai iss bag k sath deewar sy takryaa tha tb yeh toot gai… chalo koi baat nhi… dekho aas pass koi rassi ya kuch bandhny k liye ho to…
They were looking here and there. Daya again tried to start conversation.
Daya: Sir wesy iss mujrim ki kahani hai kiya… yeh to koi psychopath lagta hai… (he signaled towards the criminal)
Abhijeet: ziada kuch nai maloom… jitna mjhe pata hai us k mutabiq yeh masoom logon ko maarta tha, kisi khaas maqsad k baghair… phir isko iss kaam mai maza aany laga… or isny socha k q na iss se paisa kamaya jaye… phir iss ny contract pr logo ka qatal krna shuru kr diya… or phir iss ny aik gang bhi bna liya apna jo logo ko paison k liye qatal krta hain…
Daya astonishingly: kitna ajeeb banda hai…
Abhijeet: haan yeh to hai… khair in k uper police cases bht darj huye… jin mai gawahon k mutabiq yeh humesha apny pass chaar guns rakhta hai… or bht zabardast shooter hai… koi bhi iss k nishany sy bacha nhi aaj tak… hum lucky hain k yeh aj pakra gaya…
Daya again asked for clarification: chaar guns?
Abhijeet turned himself towards Daya, putting his back towards criminal: Haan chaar guns rakhta hai yeh apny pass…
Daya mentally counted and said under his breath: lekin humny to sirf teen guns he… yani humsy larty waqt usny sirf teen guns istemal ki… Iska matlab…
Daya gasped: abhi aik or gun… or…
A flash of something shiny caught his eye, coming from the direction of the shadowy alley. Criminal had pulled out the fourth gun, his last weapon; his trump card. He was aiming to shoot at Abhijeet's back.
Daya: Abhijeet Sir… uske pass bandook…
The trigger was pulled, and a loud bang was heard, filled the silent alley. At the same time Daya grabbed Abhijeet by his forearm, put himself between the criminal and Abhijeet Sir. And swung Abhijeet out of the harm's way, practically throwing him against the alley wall.
It hurt, a little. The back of Abhijeet's head stung considerably from the impact on the bricks. But he had other problems to face right now.
BAM!
And it was done. Daya was standing where Abhijeet had stood moments before. Suddenly sucked intake a deep breath, like he wanted to scream but couldn't. Abhijeet only started, and then, a small tinkle tinkle! Broke the silence again, and he looked briefly in that direction.
A blood coated bullet had clattered to the ground.
The bullet had gone straight through Daya. Straight through his torso entering through the end of the ribcage and exiting via his back. The gun had been fired. Daya had been shot through. One moment he was standing there, gasping in a silent scream, and the next moment, he was nothing more than a bloody crumpled heap on the ground.
Abhijeet scrambled to his feet and charged over like his life depended on it (even though someone's life did depend upon it). The entire time, he mentally kicked and screamed at himself.
Abhijeet (POV): idiot! I am such an idiot… mjhe maloom tha k wo humesha chaar guns rakhta hai apny pass… phir bhi mai sirf teen guns pr he ruk gaya… sb meri bewaqoofi ki wajah sy hua hai…
In the sky above, thunder crackled. A storm was approaching. Abhijeet kneeled down before Daya as quickly as possible. Gently he gathered his subordinate in his arms.
Abhijeet: Daya… (shaking him desperately) please aankhain kholo… talk to me… Dammit Daya… open your eyes…
This finally elicited a response, albeit a weak one. Daya moaned painfully and couched twice. Abhijeet felt a huge weight was lifted from his shoulders and chest; the young lad was still alive, thank goodness…
Daya muttered between weak coughs, shutting his eyes: Ssiirrr… aammm fi… ne…
Abhijeet: tumne mjhe hata kr khud ko khatry mai daal lia… mjhe samaj nhi a raha main kia kahun tumhe…
Daya hoarsely between a cough and a laugh: farz…hai…mera… sir…
Abhijeet instead of answering, pressed his wound with Daya's jacket (as it was winter, so both were wearing warm clothes). Daya just hissed, tried to hide the pain he was in.
Daya painfully: sir… exit… (deep breath) wound…
Abhijeet hurriedly: haan haan… maloom hai… bs aik minute… (he applied pressure to second wound too) bs Daya mere sath rehna Ok… don't worry…
Abhijeet: come on Daya… (he made Daya sitting upright, leaning Daya against his chest, so either of his hands could apply pressure to the either of the wounds. Daya's breathing was heavy and erratic, anything but normal, glancing down told Abhijeet that Daya was beginning to lose consciousness.)
Abhijeet: nhi… nhi Daya please… sona mat… jagty raho please… aankhain khuli rakho Daya… ( Abhijeet grabbed his shoulder and shook him) meri taraf dekho Daya…
Daya opened his eyes and looked at Abhijeet…
Abhijeet: good bs aankhain mt band krna…
Daya didn't answer verbally, he just nodded. He closed his eyes being conscious but not aware
Hysterical laughter suddenly drew Abhijeet's attention from the bleeding subordinate in his arms, back to the criminal who had shot Daya. He was laughing madly with the pistol, which Abhijeet assumed only had one bullet left in the barrel before being shot (so now it was empty) lying forgotten on the pavement.
Criminal: awwww… how sweet… yani yeh rough and tough Sr. Inspector Abhijeet utna rough and tough nhi rehta jb baat apny officers ki a jaye…
Daya tried to say something but stopped due to pain.
Criminal: iss liye esy untrained officers ko mjh jesy criminal ko pakarny k liye nhi lana chahiye sath nai… bechara beech mai a gaya… apna dil istemal kiya dimaag k bjaye iss liye maara gaya… tskkk… hahahahahH….
Abhijeet raised his head, narrowing his eyes, while Daya did the exact opposite, squeezing his eyes shut and hiding his face.
Criminal: aaww… kiya maine dukhti rag pr haath rakh diya? Kitna bura hun mai…!
And he laughed again, this what made Abhijeet lose control. He took his gun out, which he found when searching for the rope and shot him dead on the spot. Criminal died while laughing like a mad man.
Daya coughed: Sir… (and suddenly Abhijeet was jerked back to the urgency of the situation).
Abhijeet removed Daya's jacket entirely and tied it firmly around Daya's torso, covering both wounds. Daya hissed and winced, but didn't protest. Abhijeet then shrugged off his own coat and wrapped it around Daya's shoulders; the last thing he needed was for the cold to make Daya sick.
Abhijeet: okay… ab mjhe jald sy jald tumhe yahan sy ly kr jana hai…
And without waiting for a response, he wrapped his arms around his shoulders. Then despite his exhaustion, he hoisted Daya up, ignoring Daya's protest he started walking.
If he did not hurry… if he did not get Daya medical attention soon…
Well… he did not want to think about that…
So, How was it? it is a short story.
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