This story is based on set after the episode Scarecrow Killer…. Aired on 5.7.2013
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Daya main bas ek ghante me wapas aunga, tum please… Abhijeet stopped as he was struggling to buckle his belt around his waist.
Daya, who was sitting at the edge of his bed staring at any indefinite point jerked loudly with that sudden note coming from his doorstep. He almost jumped on his feet and in this process hurt his knee a bit which result a light sound.
Abhijeet dusted his shirt and looked at front; found Daya was keenly looking at the wooden part of bed wincing in pain.
Kya yaar, jada lag gaya kya? Abhijeet stepped forward.
Aise achanak kiun khare ho gaye? Ruko thora baraf de do, dard mehsoosh nehi hoga aur. He scolded and turned to go to fetch some ice cubes from freezer.
Tum… Boss, main… main kayse akela… Daya looked up with a too much panicked gaze.
Main…. main akela room me rahe nehi paa raha hoon, itni badi ghar me ek ghanta kayse rahunga! Na Boss, mujhse nehi hoga. Mat jao Abhijeet. He was looking very much disturbed.
Abhijeet felt sad for a moment.
He sighed. Daya, ACP sir ko urgent wo file chahiye yaar. Main kya karun?
Kisi aur se bhej do yaar. Please tum mujhe akela chor ke mat jao. Daya hurriedly gripped his buddy's hand.
Abhijeet felt utterly confused as the required file of ACP Pradyuman's demand was a confidential matter and strictly prohibited to handle other than himself or Daya.
Abhijeet! Daya knocked him again with a puzzled gaze.
Main bahat koshish kar raha hoon, tum…. tum samajh rahe ho nah yaar? Lekin nehi ho paa raha mujhse. Bahat ajib sa… bahat bechyani ho raha. Main khud ko samjha nehi paa raha hoon. Daya's voice trembled.
Daya, mere bhai… main bilkul bhi nehi cha raha hoon, tumhe iss haal me akela chor ke jaun. Abhijeet initiated softly.
Matlab nehi jaoge nah? Daya's face glowed up within a second and his sweaty hands loosened its grip over Abhijeet's arm.
Nehi Daya, aisa nehi ho sakta. Confidential file hain. Main aur kisi ko yeh file de nehi sakta. Mujhe hi jana hoga. He tried to pacify his buddy. Dekho ACP sir ko bhi pata hain, tumhare halat ke bare me. Phir bhi unhone mujhe bulaya, zaroor baat kuch bada hoga. Urgent bina wo mujhe aisi situation me kabhi nehi bulate nah?
Abhijeet cupped Daya's red face and made him sit on bed. Tum ek ghanta TV dekho. Comedy program dekho, cartoon dekho. Kaho toh main Tom and Jerry ka CD laga deta hoon. Aaj main tum jaysa zamin se hawai jahaj chalane wala, he winked naughtily. Bas yunn gaya aur yunn aaya.
But Daya seemed lost in his own thoughts.
Abhijeet called him. Daya.
No reply.
Again little emphasized… Dayaaa…
Daya jerked again and his gaze changed into scary in a blink of eye.
Abhijeet shocked to see the scenario. Daya… Daya… Dayaaaa… it's me. It's me. He tried to grab his buddy.
But Daya withdrew himself from Abhijeet's grip and rolled over bed at the furthest distance from him, at a corner of room.
Daya… yaar kuch nehi hua. Daya it's me… its Abhijeet…. Abhijeet rushed behind him.
Daya was continuously struggling trying to move more far from the man, but Abhijeet blocked his way and almost gave a tight slap on his cheek. Dayaaa! He shouted really strict.
Daya felt a warm sensation spreading his left side of face and started looking here and there in a perplexed manner.
Abhijeet hug him with full confidence. Bhai mere, daro nehi…. haan. Dekho main hoon nah, tumhare pass? Aur koi nehi… main hoon. Main… tumhara dost, Abhijeet.
Daya nodded absent minded.
Dayaa… look at me. Abhijeet pulled his face. Dost mujhe jana hi padhega.
Fear was clearly visible on Daya's eyes.
Lekin tum akela nehi rahoge.
This time Daya smiled broad. Sach?
Haan. Tum bhi mere sath chaloge.
Kya? Daya denied strongly.
Kiun? Abhijeet astonished.
Mujhe… sab ke samne… samajh rahe ho nah tum Abhijeet. Main kaise… yaar… juniors sab hoga udhar, aur by chance DCP aa jayen toh….
Abhijeet understood Daya's hesitation. Lekin main aur kya karun yaar? He sounded helpless. Kisi ko ghar pe bulana tumhe gawara nehi, mere sath Bureau chalna bhi nehi chahte ho. Phir main kya karun? Mujhe file dene jana hi padhega Daya.
Abhijeet cut with a shrill ringing tone of his cell phone and his facial expression changed into horrified looking the caller ID.
After finishing the call, Abhijeet turned at Daya, who stood there with a guilty face. Dekha… Rawan mana koi baat? Bharak gaya nah mujhpe? Abhijeet made face.
Maan jaa mere dost. Thori der rahe le ghar pe…. Main bas Bureau gaya aur aaya. He changed his tone into excited. Dekh main pura ghar ka sare ke sare lights on kar ke jaunga. Tu bas niche lounge me baythke koi bhi comedy show dekh tab tak…. Dar nehi lagega. Main jitna zaldi ho sake wapas aa jaunga. Aur kisi se kuch bhi nehi kahunga. Promise yaar.
But Daya jerked his head in no vigorously gripping his brother's arm.
Abhijeet gave him a stern look for a moment.
Mujhe kuch nehi shunna. Yahi last option hain. Tum mere sath Bureau hi chal rahe ho phir. He turned authoritative.
Akela nehi rahena padhega tab tumhe, aur daroge bhi nehi phir. Chalo haan… Abhijeet patted his cheek lovingly and pulled a set of formal and threw to Daya. Fatafat change kar lo. Adhe ghante me pahauchne ka order aaya.
Daya took his jean and moved towards washroom with a not so pleasant mood. Main juniors ke samne aisa ajib sa behave toh karunga nehi nah Boss? He tried to cool down his own tension by asking his most trustworthy person on earth.
Abhijeet smiled. Nehi. Kiun ki tumhe juniors ke samne rehne ka zaroorat hi nehi padhega. Sidha sir ke cabin me chal ke baythoge. Udhar se hi hum wapas ayenge. Thik?
Hmm. Daya shut the washroom door but opened in next moment.
Abhijeet was arranging Daya's belongings like batch, service revolver, hanky, valet on table…. changed his focus and found his half soul standing with a confused fearful face.
Kya hua? He asked.
Mujhe ajib sa lag raha hain idhar. Daya hurriedly came out from there.
Aain! Again it was a confusion attack for Abhijeet.
Darwaja bandh karte hi mujhe ajib sa bechyani hone lag raha hain. Lag raha tha… main… main uss bandh washroom me behosh ho jaunga. Daya pleaded.
Abhijeet felt a sudden rage built up inside his chest to grab Sameer's throat tightly who sprayed the dangerous drug before his brother made the gentle giant this much weak!
Abhijeet heaved a sign. Dhakkan! Lights on nehi kiye tum washroom ka. He couldn't control his chuckle.
Achha! Daya turned back with a shocking glare.
Jao aab. Abhijeet switched on light and pushed him inside.
Daya cried out from his back. Tum kaha jaa rahe ho?
Kahin nehi Daya. Room se apna coat aur file le ke aa raha hoon. Dekho darwaja khula hain tumhara room ka aur tum idhar se mujhe dekh bhi paoge. Bas abhi aaya main, chalo change kar lo… aur bahar aa jao… sabash mere sher! Chalo fatafat.
He gave his buddy a warm smile and an assured glance which sooth Daya a bit. He shut the washroom door completely.
A bell ringing sound hit Abhijeet's ear drums. He noticed the time. Iss waqt kaun aa gaya? He irritated. Ek toh Daya ko samjhane ki chakkar me late ho raha hoon, upar se kaun aur?
Daya zaldi karna yaar, main dekhta hoon kaun? He informed in high pitch and rushed downstairs to open the main door as it was knocked again.
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