Chapter 3:
Abhijeet opened his car's door and sat
on the driver's seat. Soon, Daya also
joined him after locking the main door
of their house. He sat at the passenger
seat and forwarded his hand towards
Abhijeet as if asking for something.
"Lao chabi. Mein drive karta hoon."
Abhijeet gave him a fake smile. "Koi
zaroorat nahi hai. Ghao abhi bhara
nahi hai, shoulder pe pressure para to
bleeding bhi ho sakti hai" Daya huffed
in irritation and started looking outside
the window. Abhijeet had the car and
now they were driving on the main road
near their house. He suddenly
remembered something and spoke.
"Daya! Aj se tum bureau join karne
wale ho. Hamein ACP sahb ko officially
report karna hai. Are you ready?" Daya
looked at him & nodded. "Han. Mein
bureau pohnch kar file prepare kar loon
ga, phir sath hi chalenge ACP sir ko
report karne." Daya was about to ask
something more when Abhijeet's phone
started to ring. Daya kept quiet as
Abhijeet took his phone out of his
pocket. After glancing briefly at the
screen, a smile crept up his lips. The
same kind of smile which was present
that night. Now, Daya started to look at
him curiously,
his suspicions getting better of him.
Abhijeet received the call
at once. "Good morning...! Kya bat hai,
aj to din ki shuruuat hi itni achi hai."
Daya's eyes bulged out of their sockets
at Abhijeet's very unprofessional way
of addressing. He was sure now that it
was the same girl on the other side,
whose number Daya saw in his mobile.
And Abhijeet didn't even bother to tell
him that, let alone give details of the
whole 'case'. Yes, case it was, for him.
;) internally he was fuming. Abhijeet
spoke again after a long pause. "Sure!
Bas mein bureau pohnch kar hi lab se
reports le jaoonga." He smiled into the
phone and said. "Bye! Apna khayal
rakhiay ga. Salukhe sahb tang karen
mujhe kahye ga. *small gap* bye!"
Abhijeet didn't realize that he was still
smiling after keeping down the phone,
and Daya was looking at him with a
complaining look, & he blurted sharply.
"Kiska phone tha?"
He finally asked. Abhijeet straightened
his face and spoke after clearing his
throat. "Koi nahi. Koi bhi to nahi." Daya
shook his head in disappointment and
turned towards window while
murmuring under his breath. "Huh..
wohi hogi. Tarika g!" Abhijeet nearly
forgot to pull brakes and was about
slam the car in the car ahead of them.
"Tumhe kese pata?" He yelled in
surprise. Daya was surprised too as he
did not notice that his voice was
audible enough for Abhijeet. Before he
could say something, Abhijeet spoke.
"Mana k tum se acha detective koi nahi
hai, lekin tumne meri Jasoosi kab se
shuru kardi? Hain!?" Daya angrily
spat. "Jab se mera bhai batian
chhupane laga. Muje shak to tha, lekin
tumhara phone dekh k washishwas ho
gaya." Abhijeet's jaw fell in disbelief.
"Toh us din subha tumne mera phone
check kia?" He asked Daya, & Daya
fearlessly admitted. "Han kiya. To
tumne kyun nahi bataya?" Abhijeet
looked sheepish this time, and
scratched his head making innocent
face. "Yaar phir tum mujhe bohat
pakate. Meri us se bat hone se pehle hi
use "bhabi" bol k phone bhi kar dete Or
phir har waqt mujhe chherte. Wese bhi
jab tum ghar mein free hote ho to out
of control ho jate ho. Tumhara remote
control sirf ACP sahb k hath mein hai. I
can't handle you." Daya was now in fits
of laughter, as how Abhijeet was telling
him his 'fears'. He hardly spoke after
controlling his laughter, still giggling.
"Now this was too much Abhijeet.
Seedhe seedhe bolo na k wo tumhe itni
achi lagi hai k propose karne se pehle
tum ye bomb mujhpe phorna hi nahi
chahte the, ta k mein use tumhari
doodh ki dhuli history na bata doo.
Bechari Tarika ji kahan phas gain."
Abhijeet glared at Daya who was
smiling after pulling his leg. "Ji nahi.
Meine tumhe ye sirf is hi liye nahi
bataya k forensic lab mein 2 nai
doctors ka sun kar kahin tum bed se
jump mar kar lab na pohnch jao.
Tumhari tabyat bhi kharab hai." Daya
laughed looking at Abhijeet's sullen
face. "Seriously Abhijeet. Freddy k
sath reh kar tum pe uska asar ho gaya
hai." After a few seconds, he said to
Abhijeet. "So finally Dr. Salukhe ko
khayal agaya k unhe bhi lab mein
assistance ki zaroorat hai. What about
the other doctor?" Abhijeet smirked and
winked at him. "I see.. matlab ki baat
pooch hi li tum ne." Daya huffed in
annoyance. "Abhijeet!... you know I'll...
punch you." Abhijeet laughed, he knew
Daya wanted to say "kill" instead of
'punch', but couldn't, even in his
dreams. Now he seriously answered
him. "Doosri forensic doctor shayad aj
ya Kal join karen. She's coming from
another city." Daya nodded and
Abhijeet parked the car in bureau's
parking lot as they had reached there.
All of them were standing in a row to
welcome him. Daya pushed the
transparent doors of bureau & Abhijeet
followed him. ACP sir smiled with a
hint of pride. An excited Purvi came
forward with a bouquet in hands. "Daya
sir! Welcome back." She resisted the
urge to just hug her favorite senior,
who was like a brother to her & handed
the bouquet to him. All of them
welcomed him with an applause. ACP
sir came & forwarded his hand to
shake, which he gladly took. "Welcome
back Daya. Mein ye baat fakhr se
kehna chahta hoon k tum CID k
hoonehar officer ho. Or ham sab ko
tum pe garv hai. Tumne desh k liye
apni jan ko jokhim mein dala. I'm
honored to have you in My team." Daya
was already very happy to see all of
them again, and now was on the cloud
nine by the way they welcomed him.
"He smiled gracefully and saluted to
ACP Pradyuman, whom he considered
his mentor. "Thank you so much sir, it
was my duty & I am happy that I was
able to fulfill it." He knew it was one of
the best days of his life. Getting these
kind of compliments from his senior
was not a routine. After meeting Daya
one by one, all of them were back to
their work. Daya was called by ACP sir
to his cabin. He was sitting in front of
ACP sir's chair, arms in lap and
wondered what he may ask. ACP sir
came to his chair after finishing the
call he went away to attend. "Han Daya!
Kesi tabiyat hai ab?" Daya smiled and
said. "I am fine now sir." ACP sir smiled
too and nodded. "Good! Mujhe ye bas
tum se sunna tha. Bohat jald tum
bureau se bahar bhi duty karo ge, but
Mujhe tumhari medical reports se jab
tak tasalli nahi ho jati tum lab or office
work dekho ge." Daya spoke up. "Lekin
sir, mein bilkul theek hoon." He wanted
ACP sir to believe him. But ACP sir
nodded as if to say 'I know but can't
believe it' and said. "Han muje
maloom hai bohat bahadur ho tum. Ab
jao or ja k sab ko kaho k Salukhe ko
kuch information mili hai case k bare
mein. Sab ko lab jana hai." Daya stood
up and left his cabin to inform others,
finding it fruitless to say anything else.
FORENSIC LAB:
Abhijeet was the most ecstatic one
after hearing that they had to collect
some further information of case from
lab. And Daya was already teasing
Abhijeet about his sudden interest in
'Dr. Salukhe ki lab'. The first one to
enter inside lab after ACP sir was none
other than Abhijeet with a broad grin.
Tarika was wearing a pink dress shirt
and black tailored trouser with the sky
blue forensic lab coat, dressed up
professionally, busy in experimenting
over something in microscope. She
suddenly looked up when a familiar
loud voice and sudden push of doors
was heard. "Han Salukhe! Kya pata
chala us rod se?" Salukhe came
rounding the table towards them.
Shaking his head, he responded.
"Khabar bohat achi nahi hai boss. Is
Rod se avinash k bete k sath sath
hamain 3 or tarha ka bhi khoon mila
hai." ACP sir was shocked beyond limit.
"My god! Is ka matlab 3 khoon or huey
hain." Dr. Salukhe nodded. "Han! Or
jahan tak mujhe lagta hai, ye teeno
avinash k dost hi ho sakte hain." Dr.
Tarika came forward with a report and
handed it to Dr. Salukhe. She spoke,
getting attention of everyone. "Lekin is
mein maze ki bat ye hai, k in char logon
k khoon mein se 3 k khoon mein same
drug thi lekin 1 ka khoon bilkul clean
tha." Abhijeet spoke up with a grin.
"Wah Tarika ji. Ap to ate hi Dr. Salukhe
se bhi age nikal gain. Kitni zaroori
information batai apne." There came a
pin drop silence in the room. Salukhe
fumed at his comment. Abhijeet didn't
realize what blunder he just did by
getting carried away with emotions.
Daya pressed his lips hard together to
suppress his laughter & ACP sir was
glaring at Abhijeet for his non
seriousness. "Han Abhijeet! Meri kya
zaroorat hai bhala ab yahan. Dr. Tarika
to aa hi gai hain. Or jab doosri doctor
bhi aa jaen to tum mujhe laat mar
dena!" There was a dead silence in lab,
as Dr. Salukhe yelled the last part.
Vivek and Tasha were trying to hide
away their faces as they couldn't stop
smiling. Abhijeet was standing there,
holding his breath and waiting for more
outburst.
Just then, a sound of someone clearing
their throat broke the ice. Those who
were standing facing the walls
adjacent to lab's door turned their
heads to see the person, including ACP
& Salukhe. Daya & Abhijeet had their
backs to the door so they didn't bother
to turn around in the tense situation.
Curiosity crept up to Daya, as a
calculated & quite cat-walk like sound
of boots against the tiled floor reached
his ears, and after a few seconds, it
stopped. He waited as it began to say.
"Hello Dr. Salukhe!" It sounded so
familiar.. as if it was imprinted on his
mind. What if it was.. "No no.. God
forbid! She must NOT be 'Her'." He
thought with a composed self. Then the
very next moment, she said "Hello ACP
sir! This is Dr. Niyati Pradhan reporting
on duty to the in charge of Mumbai CID
headquarters." When it is decided that
your world would crush, is there
anything you can do? No.
What Daya just heard horrified him, &
he found himself instantly turning to
the source of voice. She was standing
there, extending her hand towards ACP
sir, with the same energetic, yet lazy
smile on her lips. ACP sir took her hand
to shake and smiled back at her. "Hello
Dr. Pradhan. Welcome to the team CID
Mumbai. Ye achi bat hai k is samay
sab hi yahan par hain, Apka
introduction bhi ho jayega." Her smile
broaded slightly. "Off course sir, mujhe
bhi apni team se milne ka bohat intezar
hai."ACP sir nodded and smiled. One by
one, he started gesturing towards each
member. "Dr. Salukhe ko to ap janti
hain. Ye Dr. Tarika hain, your
colleague." He indicated towards
Abhijeet who was standing beside
Daya and had turned around too. "Ye
hain senior inspector Abhijeet or ye
hain..." Even before ACP sir could say,
Dr. Niyati spoke as soon as her eyes
landed on him. "Senior Inspector Daya.
Janti hoon." A very meaningful smile
was there at her side, her eyes not
leaving his face. And from the moment
he saw her, Daya had not looked away
too. ACP sir forced her to avert her
gaze as he spoke, sounding quite
surprised. "Oh! Ap janti hain Daya ko.
Ye to achi bat hai." She smirked and
glanced back at him. "Ji! Kafi purani
jan pehchan hai." ACP sir nodded. "Oh.
It's good then. Apko baqi logon se bhi
introduce karwate hain." And then she
was being introduced to others. All this
while, it was felt like Daya was turned
into a stone. It was still hard for him to
believe that life had made him face her
again. How cruel could it get anymore?
He was sure that the condition was
mutual between them. May be, she
would be feeling a stronger urge to run
away from there. She was the reason
that a shadow of guilt always followed
him. But, she was here, & he couldn't do
anything about it. All the while she was
talking to ACP sir & other people, his
eyes never left her. He noticed that how
much she had changed. 9 years was
not a short period, On that time when
he knew her, she used to dress up very
differently. And now, her personality
had a 180° change. She was dressed in
a light gray short body t-shirt with slim
fit jeans along with mid leg cowboy
leather boots and sky blue forensic lab
coat. Her hair were wavy, light brown
with dull golden highlights, reaching
just above mid of her waist and pinned
slightly behind her ears. A thin frame of
glasses on her nose gave her casual
dressing a formal & professional look &
her accessories consisted of a wrist
chain and bracelet & metallic rings in
her long thin fingers. There wasn't
anything heavy in the name of makeup
on her naturally beautiful features. Yes,
"beautiful", that was what he always
found her to be. He was now noticing
her thoroughly, she didn't seemed to be
bothered by it. But there was someone
in the room who was carefully noticing
his actions, his sudden shocked
expressions. Comparing her to the old
times, Daya got nostalgia that he
wasn't ready for & his mind zoomed
back to a time when...
Flash back:
He stood at a two roads' distance from
the main gate of his university campus,
just in front of him. He was waiting for
a person to meet there from past 10
minutes. It was a busy two-way road in
front of him and he was glancing here
& there to kill the time. Students went
and came out of the gates, & every now
& then, he looked there. When his eyes
went to the gates this time, he had a
sudden desire to keep looking at the
girl who had appeared there. She was
about to cross the road from there
probably. Shoving his hands in the
pockets of his jeans, he fixed his gaze
on her feature. She was about 5'7" tall,
fair complexion, wearing long red skirt,
from her waist to the ankles. And she
wore a white flutter sleeved top with
yellow scarf around her neck. Quite
simple it was. She didn't seem to be in
the race of those fashion freak girls of
their university, & he could say that she
was beautiful without any freaking
outfit. Her books were clutched to her
chest and brown mid length hair were
swaying along the breeze. It was a
refreshing sight, wasn't it? For the first
time, he gave this much time of his
'busiest schedule in the world' to any
girl. That too just to look at her. He
chuckled while wondering that what
was so special about her? The strange
thing he found about her was, even in a
busy road, she seemed lost in her
thoughts. For a few minutes, she kept
standing at her place, then she took a
step towards corner of the road and
stopped again. His eyes flicked to the
left side of the girl, & tension began to
build up in him. A car was speeding
just in her direction and she seemed to
be unfazed by it. He was alert now and
his eyes were flicking between the car
and her. It was a quick decision to
make. Save her, or leave her to get hit.
Without having any second thought, he
ran to the middle of the busy road,
showing his hand to stop the coming
cars, he didn't stop for a nano second
and the car drivers started pushing the
horns hard as he ran recklessly. From
the sudden noise of several horns
together, she became conscious of her
surrounding, and before she could
comprehend the situation, she was
being jumped upon by him. They fell
and rolled on the ground together to a
few feet. The car zoomed past them
just the next moment he jumped on
her. After stopping of the roll, she
realised she was beneath him and he
held her head safely in a trained way to
protect it from getting hit by any object.
Her face was buried in his chest and
his arm was around her waist, and
other around her head. He quickly
released her head, giving her space to
look up at him. He too was searching
her face with worried eyes. "Ap theek to
hain?" He wanted to confirm that she
was fine. In this situation, she could
just manage to nod. Embarrassment
crept up to her & words refused to
come out. He quickly got up from her,
and stood up dusting away his clothes
from hands. She too got up and did the
same with her clothes. Her books were
now fallen on the ground and she bent
to pick them up. Just as her hand
reached one of her books, another one
was there at the same time. She looked
up, & found the same guy bent over to
pick her books. He stopped when she
quickly started to gather them. Her
books were now in her hands again
and she got up. He stood there for a
moment, but then turned away to go. A
voice stopped his feet to step forward.
"Wait! Thank you." He turned back to
her abruptly and looked at her while
smiling. "No need to thank me. Ye to
mera farz tha. Wese ap theek to hain?
Ap... kuch pareshan lag rahi thin?"
Concern was evident in his voice when
he asked her. She too smiled thankfully
and nodded. "G! Mein theek hoon. Bas,
exams ki wajah se thora.. you know.."
And he nodded in understanding and
smirked. "Off course. But don't worry.
Mein dua karoon ga k apke exams
bohat ache hon. But please, exams
dene k liye zinda rehna zaroori hota
hai. Be careful next time." She smiled in
embarrassment and nodded. " Zaroor.
Wese bhi.. ap ki baat manna to ab
bohat zaroori ho gaya hai. Apne meri
jaan bachai hai, Apka ye ehsan mein
kabhi nahi chuka sakti. Ap mujse jo
chahen, mang sakte hain." He
chuckled, & spoke. "Mujhe apki safety
se zada apse kuch nahi chahiye. Ok?
Ummm... wese apka naam kya hai?"
He had answered her, as well as asked
another most important question to kill
his curiosity and to get to know her
better. She briefly introduced herself
while, for the first time completely
looking at him, till now, she didn't want
to match her eyes with his strong gaze.
She was not the shy type, but due to
the recent incident and them being on
the road forced her to avert her gaze
from him. "I'm Niyati Pradhan. 1st year
medical student in Mumbai university.
And you?" He topped his eyebrows with
an appreciative look. "Nice name miss
doctor! My name is Daya Shetty, 3rd
year student of criminology." She
smirked, finding it comfortable now to
act around him. "Oh! Mr. Senior. Soon
to be police man, han?" He chuckled
and nodded. "Han." She smiled. "Good.
Dost police mein hon to zindagi asan
ho jati hai." He couldn't help but laugh.
As good as she was apparently, he
found her equally attractive internally.
"So, Ap manti hain k ham dost hain.
Thanks a lot to grace me with your
friendship." She smiled back, bowing
jokingly to show gratitude. "My
pleasure sir!" She glanced at her watch
and huffed in annoyance. "Ab to meri
class ka time ho gaya." She looked at
him and said. "I'll have to go. Bye!"
Daya nodded and waved at her. "Bye!".
She turned to leave and had taken
barely 4 or 5 steps, when Daya's eyes
found some 'card' type white thing on
the ground. He picked it up, only to find
a picture of nearly 23-24 years old guy.
The guy was good looking and happy in
the picture. "Kahin ye... Niyati ki to
nahi." This thought crossed his mind
and he ran after her. She was about to
enter in the gates. He called her when
he reached near her. "Miss Niyati!" She
stopped & turned around. Before he
could say something, she spoke. "Agar
apko itna formal rehna pasand hai, to
mujhe 'miss Niyati' nahi, "Dr. Niyati"
bulaiye. Wese bhi mujhe bohat shok
hai k log mujhe doctor kahen." There
was a hint of sarcasm in her voice, and
he chuckled. "Chaliye theek hai. Aj se
mein apko hamesha Dr. Niyati
kahunga. Lekin.. abhi ek cheez deni
hai." He forwarded the photo to her. "Ye
shayad apka hai?" Even the last
expression he could expect from her
wouldn't be this, how could someone's
color drain from their face to see a
photo? She grabbed it from him at
once. He understood that it was
something she didn't want to show
him. She stammered a little while
speaking. "Th.. thank you!" He nodded
and without thinking much, he asked.
"Ye kon hain apke?" Niyati looked a
little uncomfortable by his question,
but answered quietly after a few
moments. " Ye Adhiraj hai, mera bhai."
Daya nodded with an "Oh!". "Shayad ye
apki book se slip hui. Anyways, catch
ya' later." He purposefully didn't talk
about her 'brother' to her. It was a
sensitive topic for her, according to
what he observed. He jogged back
towards the road.
Present:
That moment he could never forget,
their first interaction. And later what
happened, was not even worth
remembering. A voice stopped the train
of his memories, which felt far at first,
but now he realized someone was
calling him. "Sir! Daya sir! Da..." He
turned his face to the voice and it
stopped. Vivek was calling him with a
worried face. He asked him while
blinking. "Huh.. bolo." Vivek spoke in
urgency this time. "Sir apki shirt pe
khoon laga hua hai. Shayad bleeding
ho rahi hai." All those people in lab,
who were not attentive towards him till
now, turned completely to him with
concerned faces when they heard what
Vivek said. Daya was suddenly self
conscious and he looked at the spot
where he had been injured. His shirt
was getting stained badly by his blood.
ACP sir spoke in his ordering tone.
"Daya! Foran se pehle iski dressing
change karwao. Bleeding bohat zyada
hai." Daya knew it would disturb others
if he left for hospital. So he tried to
calm them down and said. "Nothing to
worry sir. Mein khud kar loon ga. I'm
fine." Dr. Salukhe shook his head in
disagreement. "Nahi Daya. Abhi tum
theek ho par agar blood loss zyada hua
to problem ho sakti hai. Dr. Niyati filhal
tumhari dressing kar dengi. Bad mein
stitches dobara karwana." Daya was
horrified at what Dr. Salukhe said.
Trying to protest, he failed. "Lekin...
Dr..." ACP sir interrupted him with a
strict voice. "Daya! Foran jao warna..."
Getting threatened by ACP sir was not
what he wanted. So, he kept quiet and
nodded. Including Abhijeet, everyone
present there was worried. Except one
person, who was rather irritated by the
sight of Daya. Dr. Niyati spoke
addressing Daya. "Come Daya." & she
turned to go to the room attached with
the main room of lab. Abhijeet wanted
to accompany Daya but knew that he
was needed more here than with him.
Daya followed her, taking small
reluctant steps and kept his eyes to the
floor. Niyati pushed the wooden doors
of the room, & after her, Daya also
came inside and door automatically
went back to its place. She was soon
in front of a metal cupboard in a
corner of the room, searching for the
first aid box. Neither she said anything,
nor he spoke. There was a complete
silence in the room. Daya was still
standing at the same place after he
had entered, & he didn't dare to look at
her again, he didn't want to. Looking up
and down in the cupboard for first aid
box, she finally spotted it at the top of
cupboard. She picked it up & turned to
him, but stopped when she saw that he
was standing. A small smirk played on
her lips, when she spoke in a easy
going tone. "Arey Daya! Abhi tak wahin
khare ho. Beth jao bhaee, ise apni hi
lab samjho." When he earned a chuckle
from her, he looked towards her but
didn't say anything in return of her
words. He roamed his eyes in the room
to find a chair to sit. There was one in
middle of the room, he went to sit on it.
Niyati came to him, shuffling through
the box and took out a pair of scissors,
surgical tape, roll of bandage, cotton &
bottle of antiseptic. He was quietly
sitting there, without looking at her &
waited for her to start her treatment.
Though he expected her to take this
opportunity to kill him. She ripped a
bud of cotton from cotton roll, and
spoke. "Remove your shirt." He looked
up in surprise and instantly "What?"
was the only word that left his mouth.
He had forgotten that he will have to
remove his shirt, in front of her. She too
looked at him this time, & repeated her
words slowly. "Remove. your. Shirt."
Daya looked down, feeling
embarrassed. It was obvious that he
had to do this, but he had not thought
about it before. Opening each button
one by one, he was still gazing down.
Niyati was looking at him with interest,
as she waited for him. Slowly &
carefully, he freed his arms from the
sleeves, & Niyati bent at him to remove
blood stained bandages. Daya was
trying to look unaffected by her
closeness, which was making him
uncomfortable doubtlessly. Her
raspberry scented shampooed hair
brushed his face every now & then. She
smelt... wonderful. Niyati had removed
the bandages, & now she observed the
wound. It was a deep, bad looking
injury, just above his left side of chest,
which would've caused a minor
surgery too. If the bullet would've been
hit a little below, it would've pierced
through his heart... She silently wished
it had happened. There were fresh
stitches, which were now split open &
blood was oozing out. It must've been
painful too... unknowingly, she felt sad.
But sadness never came alone to her.
It always brought the old memories of
her life. A bitter smile occurred to
her lips and she gulped. She picked the
cotton quickly and dabbed it in the
antiseptic liquid, & spoke bitterly. "Kitni
ajeeb baat hai na Daya, aj meri job ka
pehla din, or 'tum' mujhe mil gaye." She
started rubbing the wet cotton over his
wound, he shut his eyes tightly to
keep himself from hissing in pain. She
continued. "Mein ne kabhi nahi socha
tha k Mumbai mein mujhe pehli duty...
apne bhai k murderer ki dressing kar
k deni paregi." & she chuckled. His
head was shot up to see her face in
disbelief. She was still busy in
cleaning, & he had forgotten his own
pain. He gulped and spoke with
pleading eyes. "Dr. Niyati please.." his
voice barely above a whisper. Niyati
was startled to hear him, & looked at
him while giggling. "Kyun Daya?
Takleef ho rahi hai ye sun kar, k ek CID
officer ho kar bhi, tumhari wajah se kisi
ki jaan chali gai? But tum
tension mat lo, mein kisi ko nahi
bataoongi. Tumhari reputation safe
rahegi." She winked at him and
smirked. Niyati picked up the bandage
& started wrapping it around wound
and shoulder. She again started to say.
"Tumhe fark bhi kya parta hai, kisi ki
takleef se. Tum CID wale ho, duty ke
liye apni jaan agar de sakte ho... to kisi
ki le bhi sakte ho." Her words felt like
hundreds of pins were pinching his
heart. It was more painful than being
killed with a bullet. Daya looked at her
too with hurt evident in his eyes. "Mana
ki jo ghalti mujhse hui, uski keemat
mein poori zindagi nahi de sakta. Agar
mein chahoon tab bhi nahi... Lekin kya
ye mera dosh tha k mein sach nahi
janta tha?" Niyati had calmly listened to
his each word, completed to dress him
up. & now she intently looked at him
with a smirk, clearly showing that
whatever he said, she's not gonna
believe. "Tum chahte to bacha bhi
sakte the. Pehli bar meri jaan bachai,
or phir mere bhai ki jaan le kar kya
mila Daya?" Her eyes had turned
glassy, and voice gave away the secret
of her tears which she was trying hard
to hold back. She bit her lower lip for a
moment, & then stated. "Mein tumhe
phir kabhi nahi dekhna chahti thi, lekin
jab tum mere saamne aa gaye ho, then
listen. 'I still hate you, & I'm never going
to forgive you.'" Saying this, she
marched out of the room, pushing the
door & wiping a tear which had
betrayed her to slide down her cheek.