Warning to all Dareya Lovers: This story has been written in consideration of the recent ongoing track in CID …and with a sheer despair watching the dismal shattering of the seeming to be pure love between daya and shreya…This is not going to be a happy ending story for daya shreya but definitely it will define what they lack to be a perfect couple and what they should be to be a perfect couple….If anyone feel that it wouldn't be entertaining to read, he/she could refrain himself/herself from reading this…..

Part 1

Daya, sitting in his chair in front of his reading table, cowering his head with abyss of dejection sunk in deep thought about the happenings of the day. Even if he tried a lot but couldn't efface the memory of the last meeting with shreya. Every venomous words she threw at him, he bore silently...every words wrapped with sharp sarcasm, hurt him immensely...but he kept mum...but why? Why he kept his mouth sealed? Why? Why he couldn't utter the truth...that...it was she...who nipped their subtle relationship in the bud; it was she who couldn't perceive what was hidden in his heart for her? Hadn't she ever felt how he cared for her? Hadn't she possessed the sensitivity to feel how his heart every time craved to give her a shelter...how...how...every drops of affection yearned to be showered upon her? Then why...she misjudged his emotion just because...he couldn't...he failed to express his feelings formally? Had she expected a formal kneel down from him? Had she expected a red rose and a formal proposal from him? It was not her fault to expect anything and everything from him...but...how could she misjudge him...how could she ignore his concern for her? Hadn't she felt once, that he was silent because he failed every time to speak out something which could hurt her...His eyes moistened unknowingly, nostrils flared up in huff...he dabbed his eyes forcefully and sniffed once while his eyes stuck with an envelope that was lying on his table...His brows puckered together thinking that who could send letter to him? With many shades of apprehension he tore the envelope and kept his eyes upon the letter and as he went through it, his eyes goggled with surprise...A deep tension imprinted over his face as he finished the letter and raised his hand towards the envelop to experience more...

Next Day, Kundai

Daya, reaching at the place, took a deep breath before stepping ahead; The small station was enveloped in the embrace of beatific hills and greenery of the trees...A beautiful cascade had been jumping down from the high spreading its sweet sound to the whole valley...It took fifteen minutes to reach at the guest house he booked hurriedly yesterday night.. He took a little rest because he knew he should be punctual in his appointment even if not for anyone else but for himself...He ordered for a frugal lunch but...couldn't have it, as a feverish restiveness pricking him perpetually...The diffused rays of the sun hit his eyes to alarm him that afternoon would soon to be ceased...He prepared mentally as well as physically to reach at the COCOA Coffee Shop at 4.30 p.m..and when he reached there, not many were visible within the whole shop. He chose a corner table and sitting there waiting for someone with thumping heart..It took ten more minutes, when finally she arrived there with a flummoxed state of mind that reflected through her perplexed face..

:'Ssir?...aap...yaha?...' she exclaimed unable to repress astonishment..

Daya nodded gravely and said in somewhat authoritative tone of voice,:' please sit down...' The lady sat before him,still being a little uneasy and staggered...

Daya once looked at her straight and then flapped his head in his effort to overcome the hesitation while she asked in trembling voice,:'kkya...bbat ho gaya sssir?...kkya...mujh se...mujh se...koi...galati...' she gulped back

Now Daya snapped with a little annoyance,:'ye sab kya hai Anila?'

A scare slowly seeped through the face of Anila as she jabbered out,:'kkya...sir? main..to aap ko...yaha pe bulaya nahi tha ssir...'

Daya sighed in despair and said,:'maloom hai...balki mujhe yaha pe...tumhari bhabiji ne bulayi thi...' Anila's vision deepened as she spluttered astoundingly,:'bhabi? meri bhabi...aap ko...'

Daya came back now trying to be gentle and composed,:'Anila...' he paused,hesitated and then tried again,:'Anila...tumhe...pata hai na...ki woh sab...woh saab...bas ek plan ka ...hissa tha...' Anila now stared at him feverishly for some seconds before answering with a doleful smile,:'yes sir...'

:'to phir...' daya rasped and stopped looking at the lugubrious face of Anila and then slowly lowered his glance,:'Anila...tum...tum...ek...police officer ho...aur phir...aur phir...' indecisiveness swirled inside him as he was revealing his mind, without giving her any opportunity to reveal her own, but Anila was as silent as a stone could be...Daya raised his eyes and further glancing at her somewhat haggard face he resurrected back,:'ye bachpana ...tum ko...tum ko...shobha nahi deta hai Anila...'

:'bachpana?' Anila put a little defiantly and paused immediately after that..

Daya sighed to combat with the constant flow of uneasiness while Anila divulged taking time,with visible nonchalance,:'Sir...ye meri jeevan hai...aur phir...har kisi ko...apni jeevan...apne tarike se beetane ...haq hai sir...' silence fell between them for about a full minte until Anila resumed very quietly,:'meri jajbat...mere pas hai sir...is liye...is liye...main..na to kisi ko...doshi manti hun...na hi zimmedar...magar sir...ye jajbat...meri bachpana nahi...balki...meri zindegi ka sab se bada sach hai...' Daya glanced at her further with immense perplexity. He felt precipatated into an abyss of helplessness and as if every door of persuading this lady had been locked for him...Like a puzzled viewer he was scrabbling for any word but before that Anila herself commented, with utmost sympathy,:'magar ssir...main ...mmain..aap ke pas maafi mangti hun...'

:'kis liye Anila? kis liye maafi mangna chahti ho tum?' daya couldn't restrain his impatience while Anila stated with a stout hardness,:'is liye ssir...ki...mere wajha se...aap ko..yaha ane ka taqleef uthana para...meri bhabi ki karan...aap ko...' she was interrupted by daya,:'bhabiji tumhara bhala chah ke hi ye sab mujhe...mujhe kaha Anila...tumne kya socha tha...ki ye sab aise ...aise chhupake...rakhne ka cheez hai?' Anila seemed to be calm and poised in replying him back,:'chhupayi nahi ssir...magar..batane ka bhi...koi wajah nahi dekha...kyuki ssir...main nahi chahti hun...meri jajbat sab logo ke pas...ek topic ban ke reh jaye...aur sab ko ...aise hi kehne ka mauka mil jaaye...ki...ye...bas...meri ek...bhram hai...bachpana hai...'

:'magar Anila..' daya still tried hard with slimmest hope within himself that this lady should be swayed,:'Anila...shaadi ek khel nahi hai...na hi zindegi ek khel hai...shaadi ...dulha...dulhan...dono ke marzi se hota hai...'

:'mujhe pata hai sir...' stated Anila,trying to crumple a natural melancholy that clustered her till now,:'aur isiliye hi...main...chup thi sir...' she panted and looked sallow in revealing more,:'kyuki...bhala hi...mere pas...woh shaadi sachcha tha...magar mujhe...ye bhi pata tha ssir...ki...aap ke pas...woh bas ek plan ka hissa hi tha...ek bohut bada criminal ko pakrne ka plan...'A pall of darness fell upon her face and it was visible to daya that she gulped a lump...

:'magar tumhare pas kaise sachcha tha woh shaadi? tumhe bhi to pata tha...ke...' daya sighed unable to put the full querry and then shrouded his eyes with one of his palms...Hard lines of worry imprinted over the forehead of Anila,seeing Daya's pathetic helplessness and pain...She now came back marshalling all her thoughts,:'aap...aap please...itna fikr na kijiye ssir...ye jajbaat...main ...kisi ko...kabhi nahi bataungi...ye bas...meri dil me...dafn ho ke rahega ssir...na hi...kabhi...aap ko...' her words turned to whisper,:'pareshan karne aaungi ssir...' unknowingly, tears stood at the brink of her eyes...Though she was very quick to dab it so that daya couldn't see her crying, but daya noticed that and a searing guilt tearing apart him, bludgeoning his conscience...and he couldn't conceal that,:'what do you mean? tum aise ...aise hi...apni zindegi ko...barbaad kar logi mere nam se...aur main...aur main...aram ka zindegi guzara karu?...Anila...kya tumhe pata hai...ki...insaan me...vivek nam ka kuchh rehta hai...aur phir...' as he stopped Anila endeavoured desperately,:'lekin sir...is me aap ka kya galti hai? aap ka pura haq hai ssir...ki...aap apna zindegi...khushi se guzara kare...galti to meri thi...ki...bhabi ko apni saheli samajhkar...main..woh baat keh diya tha...'

:'nnahi...' protested daya,promptly...:'nahi Anila...is me tumhara galti ...nahi tha...' for some seconds he stared vaguely at the top of the table and then trying to dismiss the discussion wrapped with much complexity, he asked in a more casual manner,:'anyway...ttum yaha pe? transfer ho ke ayi ho?'

Anila shook her head with the answer,:'nahi sir...'

daya kept looking at her surprisingly, expecting her answer while Anila took time,in her reply,:'main..police force chhor diya ssir..'

:'kkya?' A wave of shock reflected through his face,:'police force...chhor diya?' A rueful smile hovered at the lips of Anila as she revealed,:'soch ke dekha ssir...main yaha pe...itni suitable...nahi hun...'

A long sigh escaped from daya's throat as his gesture suggested that he was grossly dejected listening to the words of Anila and from somewhere a guilt was pricking him that might it be possible that he had been the indirect cause of such a drastic decision taken by Anila...

The bell boy meanwhile came to take the order and daya ordered two cold coffee and then,:'Anila, tum aur kuchh logi?' Anila answered quite apathetically,:'nahi sir,'..

After the boy disappeared, Daya further asked her,:'to tum Pune chhor ke sidha yaha pe agayi?'

Anila replied,trying to maintain an unemotional gesture,:'haa sir,'

Daya now lacked the power to continue the conversation any more as something akin to deepened anguish spread within him...Being silent, he kept ruminating that whether he would be always the cause of distress of the ladies? But why? Shreya was already in distress and now...Anila! When would all these end? He kept musing over until Anila broke the stifling silence,:'Ssir...'

Daya raised his eyes culpably and Anila's face distorted with pain now,:'ssir...aap...please...itna dukh na kijiyee...mujhe...' long pent up sobs couldn't suprressed any more,:'mujhe sab se zada dukh is me hi hoga ssir...aur kisi me...meri koi dukh koi dard nahi hai ssir...' warm tears now spilled down her cheeks...Daya felt as if the discomfort, the heaving pressure upon his chest was getting increased gradually...Finishing his coffee he was very quick to summon the waiter boy to pay the bill while Anila kept gazing at him with teary eyes..As the waiter went off, Daya with much reluctance, managed to state finally,:'Anila...mmain...tum ko...chhor deta hun...chalo...'

Anila, now coming into the reality, wiped her tear-suffused face and hastened to reply back,:'nahi ssir...main to is jagah ko...pehchanti hun...aur aap hi naya hai idhar...'She tried to bring a forced smile over her face. Daya though was confused but decided to stick to his own thought and coming out of the coffee shop, he kept walking with Anila even if she protested gently,:'please sir...aap ..aap chale jaiye...mmain...ja sakti hun...'

With a faint smile, daya disobeyed Anila and hailed an auto..

Anila, sitting beside daya,inside the auto, kept muttering with uneasiness,:'ssir...aap naya hain...kyu agaye mere sath?...kya aap...kkya..aap...pehchan ke aapne hotel me laut payenge?' In other occassion perhaps daya commented with a genial smile that he was from CID and it was an easy task for any CID officer, but this time, Anila's child like yet intense concern touched him and he made no reply...Within ten minutes, the auto reached in front of a cottage clustered with flower garden...Daya's face was sombre, while Anila felt it difficult to resist tears though with a choked voice she once implored,:'ssir...andar...nahi ayenge ek bar?' Daya, with much inconvenience, answered,making his jaws tightened,:'naahi...mmatlab...aaj nahi...' he tried to flash a smile at her, and Anila too made no attempt to force daya against his wish and with a bleak smile, she turned back slowly to enter into the hedges of the garden...Daya stared for some seconds before ordered the auto to go back to the area where his hotel was situated..