Daya is in his deep thoughts. He is driving the car towards home but his mind is somewhere else. though his eyes are on the roads ahead still he can see two large beautiful eyes begging him to say something. Those eyes can touch the deepest corner of his hearts even without saying a single word, those eyes always say something untold. Suddenly the silence broke off by a ringer of phone. But to his utter surprise it is not his phone that is ringing. he finds Shreya's phone just above the dashboard. "Oho! Shreya phone bhul gayi! Koi baat nahi, abhi wapas de deti hoon..." Daya turned his car to the opposite direction. Its 10:30 pm now. He stopped his car in front of Shreya's house. There is not even a single light on in her house. Everything seems unnaturally silent. Daya's sixth sense smells something bad, very bad...

'Shreya thik to hai na?' the first thing comes to his mind. He is moving towards the main gate. Now he can hear his own heartbeat.

"SHREYAAAAA"- a shrill broke off the mystic silence of the night! an unconscious Shreya within a pool of blood which came out of the wound of her head. Daya cannot even beleive his own eyes. He immediately takes Shreya's head on his lap. checks her breath, but he cannot feel anything. He is Daya, who has seen so many deaths, has faced his own death so many times, he doesn't even know what fear is. but this time everything is different. he loses the ability of thinking. his petrified look only reminds those lifeless statues in the museum. suddenly his mobile rings. It is Abhijeet. Daya mechanically takes the call -

"Abhijeet... (even his voice is shivering)"

Abhijeet: Daya! kya baat hai? tum itna ghabraye huye kyun ho? kya baat hai? (pause) Daya? tell something Damn it!

Daya: Abhijeet, Shreya ko kisine ...

Abhijeet: Daya thik se batao, kya hua? kaha ho tum? main aa jau?

Daya: Haan Abhijeet, tum abhi aa jao. main shreya ki ghar ke samne hi hoon. main ambulance ko bhi call karti hoon, jaldi aa jao.

In Hospital...

Shreya is inside the operation theatre. Outside there are the four of them standing in silence - Daya, Abhijeet, Tarika and Rajat. All of the members are informed. Rest of them including ACP are on their way to hospital.

Abhijeet: tum chinta mat karo Daya, Shreya ko kuch nahi hoga
Daya just looks at him blankly, as if he cannot even understand a single word he is saying. Tarika calls abhijeet in one corner.

Abhijeet: Kya baat hai Tarika ji?

Tarika: Abhijeet, mujhe lagta hai, Daya abhi thik se soch bhi nahi paa rahe hai. he needs medical attention. I am afraid of him Abhi... He is not well

Abhijeet: Tumhara matlab kya tarika? thik se bolo... Daya ko kya hua hai?

Tarika: dekho abhijeet, jab tak hum koi test na kar lete hai, tab tak to main surely kuch nahi bata sakti hun, lekin mujhe abhi Daya ko dekh ke aisa lag raha hai ki uska halat abhi bahut hi nazuk hai. koi bhi emotion, darr ya phir dard ya khushi, kuch bhi agar zyada ho jaye na, to woh seh nahi payega. zara dhyan rakhna please

Abhijeet: Tarika, yeh to bahut hi critical case ho gaya hai. Daya jaisa admi... thik hai, tum chinta mat karo, main hoon uske saath. and thanks tarika

Tarika: Abhijeet, Daya agar tumhara bhai hai, to woh mera bhi kuch lagta hai. thank you kis baat ki? aur abhi bas Shreya ek baar thik ho jaye, phir koi problem hi nahi rahega.