Hai...
I am trying another Dareya here..this one is a supernatural attempt as an entry for the challenge of Flowergirl321.
Before I start, I would like to tell you something,
1.I don't believe in any supernatural element than GOD. But I love to read and watch anything and everything related to it.
and Shreya of this story is completely my creation, I have made them suit the theme, so if anyone dislike them as I am showing, sorry. ( Dont expect them as pakka CID officers, agar aise hote tho 'aatma' ke 'aa' se pehele hi Daya mujhe chup karaate, aur Shreya mujhpe hasti.)
fiction will have two chapters according to the rule, and I may not be able to deal with the past of the 'ghost', so please deal with this 'illogical' try...
Now to the story
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CHAPTER 1
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It was all new; life, relations, and yeah home too. After a couple of hectic days, they could make that big building into a home. Says that love makes house into home, if so they can turn every house into home, that much of love they had.
"Shreya, come on yaar, help me with this...mein akele kaise?"
Daya called her from kitchen, but she didn't move a bit from the couch. She wanted to help her husband deal with that mess, but muscle pain made her helpless. It started from the engagement day itself. All tiring pre-marriage functions, marriage and sleepless nights...She was on ninth cloud, after all she was getting her man of dreams, that too without much 'drama' or confusions. That single thought made her muscle pain remain unnoticed. But now, after two weeks of marriage, this sudden house changing 'ceremony' was hurting her very much.
"Shreya, kya kar rahi ho? Mein kabse bula raha hoon"
Daya came complaining as he got no response from his wife. He was unaware of her pain, she didn't say him. She was used to it, never let him know her pain. Daya sat near Shreya and asked,
"kya hua? Teak ho na tum?"
She smiled, then wrapped her hands around his strong upper arm, then rest her head on his shoulder. After some moments, said,
"Daya kya yeh sab sapna hain? Just think about it, my parents agreed to our marriage so easily, our marriage, OMG...Is this a dream?"
He smiled, but said nothing. He always wanted to hear her until she gets tired which she never did. She continued,
"Our love, marriage, and now this new home...haan, Daya, I never thought we would live in a home like this..kuch zyaada bada hain, but it's beautiful.."
This time Daya said something,
"Socha tho mein ne bhi nah tha..But I am a responsible family person now. How can I keep you in a rented house?"
Shreya slightly punched Daya and said,
"Who said I can't live in a rented house? I am happy in hell too, if you are with me...but yeah this home is an unexpected gift. Such an elegant piece of work, in this price, unbelievable."
Saying thus she closed her eyes and tried to forget the pain. She quickly swept into sleep. Daya patted on her head, and took a sigh, but strangely he was tensed. He remember what all said, when he was about to buy that home. Those words echoed around him,
"Sirji, aap na bewkoofi kar rahe ho"
"there is nothing like that sir, aap unka mat suniye."
"I just can warn you, decision is still yours"
Yes, decision was his and he chose to go on with plan, so bought that house. All legal procedures were completed, and they shifted. It's been two days and one night, nothing happened. He smiled like a victor, he knew there was nothing that 'natural'. Daya looked at the angel sleeping on his lap, and took her in his hand. He made her lye on the cot and then came out of his bedroom. He had some files to complete, so went to studyroom, after switching off hall's light. He opened the windows of the study room, and looked outside, there was just two or three homes near. He thought something and then walked to the table, started his work. Suddenly, rain started and strong wind came inside. there was lightning and thunder too. Wind blew in like never before, and papers started to fly here and there. Daya was gathering those, and by then the windows got closed and curtains were moved. Daya while collecting the papers, without turning back asked,
"Shreya, tum uth gayi ? I know, you are afraid of thunder. I was just waiti..."
He turned back saying, but no one was there. He felt something fishy and walked to the hall, and then to his room. Everything was like before. He took his revolver and searched every room of that house, but there was nothing special. Some thoughts were raised within but he ignored it, he could do nothing else. When he moved into the study room, he went void. Papers were scattered all around, windows were wide open. He stood confused and unaware about a seventeen year old girl, standing next behind him in a white gown, with fierce in eyes and blood stain near lip. If he turn back, it would be straight to her face, and yes, he did turn. But she wasn't there anymore. He walked to the bedroom after switching off the lights; when he went away lightning threw light into the room, there was that girl standing very next to the window and staring right at the boggy well, that was outside.
Next day Shreya got up without her muscle pain, but Daya with a head ache. He was really disturbed as he will have to join today after the leave. Shreya was having a long leave, so he have to leave her alone. He wanted to say her everything they told, but she won't believe. Even if she will, he didn't want her to be tensed. It was not a big deal till last night, but now he is confused. As a thoughtful and brave cop, he decided to delete all those thoughts from mind and move on, but the caring husband within, prevented him from doing so. But at the end, the rational thoughts of a CID Inspector won and he decided to go to bureau. But before leaving, he said,
"Shreya, apna khayaal rakhna...Keep your phone near you, call me if for anything, and if felt nothing bad, just get out of the house an..."
Shreya interrupted him in between,
"wait wait wait...What ? Daya have you gone mad? What 'bad' feeling? Aur agar bura lagoge tho mein baahar kyun jaaoon? Dekho kitni bearish ho rahi hain...Hua kya hain?"
He stood silent and she made him leave. After bidding a goodbye, she got in closed the door, and walked to the kitchen. She couldn't see the wet footmarks followed her from outside. She completed the left works and by then Daya called.
"Haan Daya bolo"
He on other side was relaxed as she sounded normal.
"Everything fine na? Kaisa chal raha hain sab?"
Shreya for his amusement said in a serious tone,
"Daya I know why are you calling me like this..."
Daya with some kind of guilty, asked
"Kaise? Kissne kaha tum se? Padosiyon ne?"
This time Shreya was confused,
"Why? Kya bina kissike bataaye mein nahi samajh sakti ki my husband is missing me so much?"
He took a sigh and kept silence. She continued,
"Ab phone rakho aur apna kaam karo, or else Abhi bhaiyya is gonna blame me...I love you Daya.."
"love you too"
He cut the call and get into his work.
It was noon, and Shreya with some food went to the hall. With a jerk she went two steps behind as agirl was sitting on the couch staring right at her. After some moments of numbness, it was CID Inspector Shreya, who came back. She with firm steps walked to the girl. That girl too got up and with a smile said,
"Hai..."
Shreya was in anger and didn't reply, just gave a glance towards the door. That girl may have got what she is meaning, so said,
"Wo...sorry, darwaasa khuala pada tha tho mein andar chalke aayi. You were on phone, so socha ki disturbe na karoon..."
Shreya was not feeling good as she closed the door. But this time she was the 'host' for the first time in this house. So put all those thoughts aside, and went near that girl. That girl forwarded her hand and said,
"Hai. I am Isha, your nearest neighbour."
Shreya gave a handshake and said,
"Shreya,"
"I know.."
Isha said. Shreya raised her eyebrow as a question, but got no answer from that girl. Before Shreya could ask anything more, the windows started to open and close. Almost every window frequently did the same. Shreya couldn't get what was going on, but it made no change on her 'guest'. Shreya tried to close the windows one by one, but failed on it. But as she reached near the window, she realised that wind was not blowing in.
"what the hell this is?"
Shreya asked in confusion.
Isha said in a calm manner,
"why are you behaving like this? This is usual here..."
Shreya asked,
" 'here' matlab? Har khar me aise hota hain kya?"
Isha looked at Shreya's face for some moments then asked,
"Not in every home...Dont you know?"
"Know what?"
Shreya badly wanted to know what Isha was meaning, but Isha went near her and and took her hands on her. Then said,
"Sad, you didn't know...It's ok, you will soon...see you later, after all I am your nearest neighbour"
Then she rushed towards the door and went out into the rain. Soon, windows stopped their play too. Shreya with shivering hands, closed them and sat on the sofa. She was totally disturbed; this much disturbed that just the ringtone made her jerk. She took it suddenly and said 'hello' in a rush. It was Daya on the other end.
"Shreya, kya hua? Tum teak ho?...Is everything fine?"
She just wanted sometime to be calm, so said,
"Daya, mein na kitchen me hoon...thoda busy thi..."
While Daya was about to say something, Abhijith said,
"Daya tumse milne koi aaya hai."
And Daya cut the call.
Shreya was starting to feel bad, but she didn't say him. yet, the confidence his call gave her was indeed immense. She felt like he is always there with her, for her. Then she became normal. She got up, closed the door (this time she double checked it) and went to kitchen. She was to prepare 'kheer' for Daya, he always loved it. But as new here, the kitchen was missing many things. So it was not possible not to depend on others. She decided to bring some rice from the next house, 'the nearest one'. She ignored the chanting of rain, she always loved doing so, and reached the neighbourhood. Shreya wait after ringing the bell, but no response. She again rang the bell and this time a lady in her forties opened the door. A granny, and a girl leaned from inside to see who that was. Shreya saw all and smiled. Then said,
"Hai, aunty, I am Shreya, your new neighbour. Wahaan, uss khar me nayi aayi hoon.."
The expression of that lady changed from calm one to weird, and obviously Shreya wasn't welcomed inside. As she read the lady's behaviour as 'not so welcome' she excused herself,
"Sorry aunty, if I am disturbing you.. But can you lend me some rice?"
Actually Shreya wasn't even expecting it, but that woman said,
"Wait here,"
And went inside. She looked inside and saw that girl was standing next to her granny and smiling at Shreya. Shreya too smiled at her, and she went near her. Shreya asked,
"Hai, naam kya hain aapka?"
She smiled beautifully and replied,
"Ria".
Before she could ask more, that woman came back. While taking the plate she brought, Shreya asked,
"Isha nahi dikh rahi, kahaan gayi?"
That was it, plate fell down from that lady's hand. She with a horrified face, asked,
"Isha ko yahaan kyun dhoont rahi ho? Is she here?"
It was really not a question, but a scream.
Mean the time Shreya was trying to find what she asked thus, which made this woman scream and that granny come out. She looked at Ria, who was looking disturbed and then said,
"Wo...Wo meri khar aayi thi, she came little before, said that she is my nearest neighbour..that's why I asked,...Sorry"
Shreya was wondering why she was saying sorry, but it made others calm a bit. Now, their expressions changed into soothing one. That granny approached Shreya and moved her fingers through her hair, then asked,
"Tum teak ho na beta?"
Shreya felt that touch was magical one, she forgot her feebleness, but was confused too; Why they were behaving so?
"Where is Isha living? If this is not her home, then where?"
All the three looked at Shreya first, then together, moved their eyes towards the boggy well that was near Daya and Shreya's new home. With some amount of fear in heart and tears in eyes, Shreya too stare at it and remember, 'your nearest neighbour'.
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.First chapter is done..
Please do review guys, I would love to know what you all are thinking about this...If you are reading this let me know what you felt...It really means..
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