She received the call and the colors of her face faded away. She was struck hard by the words of the caller.
Shreya (shrieked): Nahi!
She broke down crying badly.
Daya heard her shriek and ran towards the room. He saw her cuddling into a ball, keeping her face on her knees and her hands wrapped around her legs.
Daya rushed to her and kept his hand on her back and patted in to console her.
Shreya (crying): Daya sir, mujhe abhi turant jana hai!
Daya (confused): Kaha Shreya? Aur tum is halat mein kaha jaogi?
Shreya (held his hand): Sir please, mera abhi Sunshine Orphanage jana bahut zaroori hai. Please!
Daya (softly): Lekin Shreya, tum is halat mein kaise jaogi?
Shreya took her phone and hurriedly called anyone.
Shreya (sobbing): Hello ACP sir.
After sometimes,
Shreya was crying and ACP was hugging her to console her. They were in the backseat of the car and Daya was driving hurriedly.
Shreya (sobbing): Sir, agar unhein kucch ho gya toh?
ACP (caressing her hairs): Shreya, nhi baccha, unhein kucch nhi hoga, don't worry.
Shreya was tearing profusely. Daya felt a oinch in his heart, seeing his love's this bad condition.
Shreya (crying): Meri hi galati hai, mujhe inhein kucch nhi btana tha, isisliye unhein yeh asthma attack aaya hai. Main hi humesha hoti hoon sabke dukh ka karan. Pta nhi kyun main us din unlogon ke saath accident mein…
Daya (shouted): Shut up Shreya! Bahut sun liya tumhaara aur bahut bol liya tumne… now just shut your mouth! (he saw Shreya and sighed, softly): Shreya, please, apne aapko har cheez ka doshi manne se kucch ho nhi jayega… please control yourself.
They soon reached the orphanage and Shreya came out of the car. She tried to walk but was about to fall when Daya caught her in his arms. He took her in his arms and went in.
They went inside the room, where Shreya's uncle was lying.
Her tears started to flow in a greater speed. She closed her eyes and buried her face in his neck and sobbed hard. Daya slowly kept her on the stool next to the bed.
She opened her eyes and held her uncle's hand.
Mama ji (breathing heavily): Shreya, beta mujhe tumse ek aakhri baat kehni hai, isse pehle ki main mar jaon.
Shreya (crying): Aapko kucch nhi hoga… (kept her forehead on his hand, which she was holding) I am sorry, mujhe us din aapse aise baat nhi karni thi.
Mama ji (smiled lightly): Shreya, tumhaari koi galati nhi hai, mujhe tumhe bta dena tha. (caressed her hairs) Beta, tumhaari maa, yaani meri behen Sumitra ne tumhaare liye ek locket diya tha mujhe, bola tha ki jab tumhe main sach btao, toh tumhe voh (took a deep intake) locket- locket de doon. (he signaled something to Chini and she gave him a small beautiful golden chest, which he forwarded to Shreya): Yeh lo Shreya.
Shreya took it and opened it. She looked at the beautiful locket of heart shape and then looked at her uncle, who nodded once to assure her. She took out the pendant and wore it with the help of Chini. Uncle smiled lightly and sighed contently on the pre-crowning of the beautiful princess.
Mama ji (to ACP): Pradyuman, meri beti ka khayal rakhna… Ab yeh tumhaari immedari hai, jabtak yeh Galevia wapas nhi jaati.
A toCP nodded in assurance.
Mama ji (softly to Shreya): Beta, mere jaane ke baad is haasi ko mat bhulna jo meri khushi ki wajah hai, samjhi.
Shreya nodded tearing. Mama ji closed his eyes slowly. It was the last sentence he spoke. He left without any pre- information.
Shreya (crying): Mama ji! (She broke badly and cried till she made herself more weak)
Daya hugged her, to compose her but she felt more weak and cried for hours.
Shreya didn't speak to anyone for a day. Her face became dull and she seemed to be lost in the trial of memories.
The next day….
Daya woke up and got freshen up. He made the breakfast and went to Shreya's room, only to find her coming out of the washroom with the support of the walls. He went to her and took her in his arms. She smiled lightly and whispered a thank you to him, while he smiled back.
Daya (softly): Shreya, ab tumhaari tabyat thik hai na. (she nodded): Ok, toh chalo breakfast kar lo.
She nodded and they went down the steps.
Shreya sat while Daya went to get the food. Shreya was playing with her locket, when she opened it. It had a picture of her as a baby and of her parents. They looked so happy. It looked like, that the picture was taken during her birth, as her mother was sitting on the hospital bed and her father was sitting on the edge of the bed. He was holding Shreya near to his heart with his wife, keeping her hand on the baby.
She smiled sadly, when she thought it to be only a small happy phase of their lives and that is gone forever, never to return.
Daya came till then and saw her lost in the photo. He slowly kept the food on the table and stood behind her chair to have a looked on the photograph. He smiled and admired the photo. It was really easy to recognize that the baby was Shreya, with her big beautiful eyes and the birth mark.
Daya (softly): Tum ek dum apni maa ki tarha lagti ho, haan bas tumhaari smile tumhaare papa ki tarha hai.
It was only then, when he came in notice of her.
Shreya (looked at him): Main bhi yahi soch rhi thi (looked again at the photo): Kaash abhi bhi yeh dono mere sang hote, toh shayad aaj mujhe itna dukh nhi hota.
Daya (smiled): Accha, phir tum pehle hi ek princess hoti aur kabhi bhii mujhse aur humaari CID family se nhi mili hoti.
Shreya (softly): Toh phir chhod kar jaane ka dukh bhi toh nhi hota na.
Daya said nothing. Yes, he went speechless, because she was right. Not only she will feel the pain but the others will too… especially him.
Shreya (to divert the mind): Accha, toh ab nashta kar lein mujhe bhuk lagi hai.
Daya nodded and they had their breakfast.