So here is the next chap guys….thank u for the reviews

HOW CAN I NOT FEEL YOUR TEARDROPS?

A petite woman walked to her car from the forensic lab. Her eyes seemed to be tired from lack of sleep and her otherwise radiant face looked gloomy – she had probably not eaten for more than a day.

Collecting her thoughts, she drove her car very fast and before she could manage the situation, her car crashed against a tree.

"TARIKAAAAAAA," Abhijeet screamed, sitting up suddenly.

Thinking of their times together, Abhijeet didn't know when he had fallen asleep. But this little nightmare he had….it was more than just a dream. He could feel it, something was wrong with her. He hadn't talked to her for days, he hadn't heard her voice….if only he could see her or hear her voice….just to make sure that she was okay. Well, he knew she would be upset but somehow he felt that she was more than just "upset".

Without further ado, he called her. As each ring went, he grew restless.

"For God's sake, Tarika…pick up the damned phone!" he thought.

Finally she picked up. As expected, he was not greeted by "hello" or anything of that sort.

"Tarika, Tarika are you okay? Is anything the matter? Did dr. Salunkhe say something? You are at home aren't you? Wait are you stranded or something? Should I come to pick you up? Where are you right now?" his heart said all of this together.

But the words froze in his throat.

"Talk to her," his brain ordered but his tongue refused to move. For the seventh time there was silence between them.

Suddenly, this silence was broken by a weird sound. Ruling out all the possibilities, his detective mind concluded that it was erratic breathing.

What? Erratic breathing? Tarika?! Before he could decide what to do, he heard the phone falling down. That was it….he had to do something.

"Tarika!" he shouted," Tarika are you okay?"

But there was no response from the other side….the erratic breathing couldn't be heard either.

"Tarika for God's sake answer me!"

There was still no response. With each passing second, senior inspector Abhijeet became more nervous and it was difficult for him to control his fear. He was a fearless person….except when things came to two people – the two people he loved the most in this world.

As panic overcame him, he was losing control over himself. He took his keys and rushed to his car without even bothering to lock his house.

Driving towards her house, he dialled Dr. Salunkhe's number. It was busy.

"Inko apni girlfriend se fursat mile toh nah," Abhijeet said, dialling his number once again.

This time the old doctor picked up.

"Arrey Abhijeet bhaisahab, aapko toh forensic science ki zaroorat nahi thi na!"

"Doctor sahab…"

"Bhaisahab aisa kaun sa case aa gaya jo aap itne ukhad ke baat kar rahein hain…..arrey mein toh bhul hi gaya – aap log pyaar se baat hi kab kartein hain"

"Doctor sahab," he took a deep breath, "Wo doctor Tarika…."

"Acha acha acha….dr. tarika. Mujhe samajh jaana chahiye tha….samajh jaana chahiye tha ki baat unke baare mein hain….dekhiye abhijeet ji abhi mein aapki baat unse nahi karwa sakta."

"Wo kyu?" he pretended to be clueless.

"Tum unse khud kyu nahi puch lete?"

He didn't know what to say and before he tried to come up with a lie, he heard acp sir shout "salunkhee".

"wo uski tabiyat zara kharab thi," doctor said, "isliye usse ghar bhej diya meine."

In his mind, he thanked ACP sahab. Getting the truth out of that man, Dr. Salunkhe was going to be difficult otherwise.

"kya….kya hua hai unhe?"

But the call was already cut.

"Damn it!" he increased the speed of his car and soon reached Tarika's house. The unlocked door made him very tense as he proceeded to her room shouting her name.

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