This story is based on set after the episode Aamta Ka Saaya aired on 20.9.2015….. on request of one of my regular reviewers…. my friend…. Nehal….. :) :)
Dear…. I am too much late, I know…. It was Durga Puja…. I was super busy in those days…. Sorry
Don't know whether you will like it or not…. I have tried as per directed by you…. now it's on you…. let me know your reaction…. Pretty plz!
NOW HAVE A HAPPY READING…..
An innova car running swiftly suddenly halted with a jerk in a lonely road of Mumbai outskirts.
Person occupied driving seat banged hard on stirring wheel in frustration….. thori der aur ruk nehi sakta… abhi kharab hona tha ise? Ek toh itna din lag gaya…. use mushkil se bas late hone ka hi inform kar paya … aur aab surprise ke chakkar me bataya bhi nehi lautneka. Looking outside…. ek toh kal se kaysa ajib sa lag raha hain…. koi takleef mai hain sayad….. While sighed….I hope, idhar sab thik ho…. he kicked the gear in irritation.
He tried again to start the car though knew the obvious result. He looked back…. Shahhh! Ghar ke itna kareeb aa ke kya mushibat yaar! Aab iss shunshan ilake me cab pana bhi mushkil….
Darling, aisa bhi dhoka deta koi! Thinking someone…. Sach me yaar, tumhare siwa koi bharosha ke layak nehi raha…. Pata nehi chalta kaun kab sath chor de…. murmuring he stepped out from car.
As expected no cab was visible there. He waited for 10- 12 minutes while thinking…. Lagta hain aab kisiko phone karna hi padhega. Kise karun? He rubbed his face… Yeh garage wala bhi… adha ghanta bol ke pata nehi kab darshan dega!
Scorching heat of burning sun and mid noon's heated wind created a messy condition of him. His fair cheeks turned red due to post monsoon's unexpected hot weather. He started sweating badly.
He was looking here & there leaning at bonnet as feeling tired because of an overnight continuous driving.
Suddenly an excited voice came from his car's back…. Dayaa! followed by a screech sound of break.
Daya turned & found Kabir's (Daya's one of the cop friends, whom he knew for past couple of years, met first time in a secret mission who shares a friendly relation with Abhijeet also) smiling face who descended from his vehicle…. tum ihan!
He observed surroundings keenly…. Is waqt, idhar kya kar rahe ho? Tip (meeting with informer) lene aye ho? Then narrowing his eyes…. Aaj toh mera lottery lag gaya yaar… kuch der pahele tumhara woh chela… kya naam hain… haan… Nikhil, usse mila… aab tum. Wah bhae, aaj do do CID officer ka darshan ho gaya!
Daya made a super annoyed face…. Kahan ki tip! Laut raha hoon Nagpur (a city of Maharashtra) se aur yeh mera janemaan… pointing towards his car… betray kar gayi…. kharab ho gaya… aab cab ke liye khara hoon.
Kabir smiled: kisiko phone karte… mangwa lete cab…
Daya: haan…. wohi soch raha tha. Garage me call kiya…. wo aa jaye….
Kabir: kab tak ayega?
Daya: adha ghanta lagega bola toh hain…. He swung his hand in air…. abhi sirf 15 minutes hi hua.
Kabir (in convincing tone): ok, uska ane tak wait kar leten… phir main hi tumhe chor deta hoon. Ghar jaoge nah?
Daya nodded in reply.
Wayse bade miyan ka kya haal hain? Kabir winked.
Daya laughed out loudly even in this irritating situation as Kabir wanted to mean Abhijeet. He often addressed Abhijeet as bade miyan and Daya as chote miyan!
Kya pata yaar… itna pressure tha… teen (3) din bolke pure saat (7) din baad laut raha hoon. Baat bhi nehi ho paya…. He made a sad face.
Kabir surprised…. tum use lautna ka bataya nehi?
Daya smiled… na… surprise hain. Use kuch pata nehi… I mean kisiko bhi pata nehi.
A car stopped in front of them at that very moment.
The driver smiled really broad…. aare Daya saab…. Aap idharich!
Daya looked and found his one of the most trusted informers there…. Saket! Kahan se aa raha tu? Tujhe toh aaj kal dekhne ko hi nehi milta… he replied lightly not to reveling his old connection with Daya as trust-worthy man as cops are always bound to maintain secrecy of their special informers.
Saket raised his collar…. Kya saab, apun ko sharminda kiun kar rahe ho? Apko apun zaban diya nah…. meri bachhi ki kasam…. Apun sidha rashta se paisa kamayega….
Daya turned at Kabir…. Ek number ka chata hua badmash tha. Chay (6) mahina jail me chakki pish ke akal thikane pe aa gaya. He smiled looking at Saket…. Toh cab wala ban gaya abhi?
Saab… kuch toh dhang ka karne ko hi tha. Warna biwi ghar se nikalne ki dhamki di rakhi thi. Roj roj yeh locha ghar me achha nehi lagta apun ko…. udhari se yeh gaddi hi kharid li…. Saket smiled also.
Kabir: achha kiya. Imandari ka roti kamaoge, jinta bhi kama loge…. Ghar me shanti hoga. Apna nehi toh kam se kam apne bachhe ke bare me soch kar karo.
Saket grinned and turned at Daya… saab, apun kuch karega apke liye?
Daya looked back his deary innova…. Jana toh hain ghar, gari kharab ho gayi.
Kabir interrupted…. Tum jao Saket. Main chor dunga Daya ko. Garage wala aa jaye… hum niklenge.
Saket disappointed: kya saab… kabhi hume bhi khidmat ka mauka de do. Aaj chance mila… aaj toh mera billo rani (his cab) ko dhannya ho jane do!
Both of the cops laughed on Saket's innocence.
Something stroked on Daya's mind. He asked Kabir…. Tum iss waqt kahan se aa rahe ho? Iss rashte se?
Kabir: investigation ke liye bank jana tha. Main road pe traffic kuch jada hain. Idhar se short- cut bhi padhega.
Daya knitted his eyebrows…. Late ho rahe ho tab toh?
Kabir chuckled…. Nehi yaar, kaam toh humesha laga rehta hain. Adha ghanta baad jaunga toh manager kahan bhaga jayega? He was interrupted by his mobile's ringing voice and it was his higher authority.
After finishing, he made a most awkward face…. Daya, woh….sir…. bula raha hain…. abhi….
Daya nodded understandably…. It's ok Kabir… kaam pahele…. jao tum. Baad me kisi din chutti dekh ke plan banate hain….
Mechanics appeared at that place same time from main road side…. Aab dekho, yeh bhi aa gaya. Tum jao, mai Saket ke sath chala jaunga. Daya made a positive gesture.
Kabir felt relief. He hurriedly moved to his jeep with a friendly thank you to Daya.
Daya nodded and handing over car keys to mechanics he got into Saket's car with his luggage and ordered him to take directly towards their home.
After good 45- 50 minutes spending in heavy traffic jam…. Lastly he reached home.
Giving fair to Saket and bidding him bye…. Daya stretched his body in order to relax his muscles… aah haa… ghar… kahan teen din soch ke gaya…. aur aaj, saat (7) din baad laut raha hoon. Meeting bhi kitna boring tha… he made face.
Daya stepped towards main entrance…. Locking the gate…. haan… Boss ko pahele inform kar deta hoon!
He took out his mobile…. Nehi… fresh ho kar bureau hi chala jata hoon. Sabse mil bhi lunga aur surprise bhi achha rahega. Abhi mast khush ho jayega…. His mind said.
He took out his spare key while looking at watch…. It was nearly 3 at noon…. offff… pet me chuha daur raha hain… agar fridge me kuch mil jaye… Boss kuch bana ke agar rakha hoga by chance…. maza aa jayega… he hopped into.
The whole house was in a pull of darkness. Daya took few seconds to adjust his vision and opened curtains… yeh Abhi bhi, parda laga ke jane ki kya zaroorat! Har kaam humesha thik- thak karta hain…. Kabhi toh kisi me ek- adh chuk ho jane do! The prefect Abhijeet! He smiled in his own silly thoughts.
Suddenly a glittering thing caught his attention on dining table. He moved towards it and surprised to see Abhijeet's wrist watch placed there. The next thing attracted him was a formal office bag on chair… which his brother often uses for 1/ 2 days short outing.
Picture obviously abhi baki hain… mere dost! :P
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Mistic Morning
