A/N: 'We need longer chapter! We need Dareya' :D Fine guys! Wish Granted! Here you go with your LOOONNGGG Chapter and Dareya :D :D I hope you all will enjoy. Just one thing! Please wait patiently for the next part. Please!
Anyways, there's a treat for Abhirika lovers in this chapter :):)
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[Part 7]
Abhijeet walked to Daya and looked at him. He banged his hand hard on the table and breathed heavily. Daya observed his best friend. He lifted his eyebrows gesturing a 'Hua kya hai, dude?' and took a sip from his soft-drink filled glass.
Abhijeet looked at him angrily and said, "Yaar tumhe Roshni yaad hai?"
"Roshni?... Roshni… Roshni…" He mumbled thinking "Haan Roshni! Tumhari muh boli behen? Jiske Mom-Dad ki maut ho gayi thi?"
"Haan Yaar!" Abhijeet frowned.
"Par baat kya hai boss?" Daya asked placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Yaar subah ki who larkiyan kam thi jo Tarika ne mujhe uske saath dekh liya?"
Daya gave him a confused look. "Yaar, mein kuch samjha nahi….."
"Yaar mein use rang laga raha tha, aur yeh Tarika! And I just kissed her forehead…"
"Ohhhooo…. Toh yeh baat hai?" Daya interrupted laughing.
Abhijeet looked at Daya as he laughed uncontrollably. "Daya, yeh Mazak nahi hai! I am serious."
Daya found that his dearest was really serious. He stopped laughing and said, "Par Tarika, use uske bare mein nahi pata?"
Abhijeet shook his head. "Kabhi meri koi baat samajhti hi nahi yeh larki! Bas apni man-mani! Sirf apni baat! Choti si baat ka batangar bana dalti hai. Kuch kholar bolti bhi nahi…" Abhijeet looked up to see if Daya could relate anything. Yes, it was working. He stared at the floor with a serious look. Abhijeet continued, "Yaar hum mardo ki koi feelings nahi hai kya? Jab sach mein koi galti ho toh thik hai, par jab hamari galti hi na ho toh hum kyun sahe?"
"Sahi keh rahe ho Abhijeet…" Daya said placing his soft drink down. "Bin baat ka saza milna….. Par tum usse baat karo na! Tab toh baat banegi. Tum use bologe nahi toh who samjhegi kaise?"
"Yaar mein hamesha manane kyun jaaun? Who bhi toh aa sakti hai na?"
"Par us tak toh yeh baat pahunchani bhi paregi na….." Daya said thinking.
Abhijeet's face brightened, "Haan yaar! Par kaise?" He asked purposely.
Daya turned his face to Abhijeet and Abhijeet changed his expression immediately. Daya took a deep breath and said, "Mein baat karun yaar?"
Abhijeet gave an 'Oh God!' expression. "Yaar tum mard ho toh mardo ke side par raho na….?!"
"Yaar par…"
"Yaar nahi!" Abhijeet interrupted. "Hum mard aurato ke saamne kyun jhuke…?" He said purposely, as he had no idea what to say.
"Tumhe sab kuch thik karna hai ya nahi?" Daya asked.
Abhijeet was trapped. "Haan…. Thik toh karna hai…." Abhijeet looked down to think. "Par who tumhari baat nahi manegi!"
"Kyun?"
"Yaar, baat ko samjho…. Tum mere BEST FRIEND ho na…" Abhijeet stressed. "Toh definitely, who tumhari baat kyun manegi?" Abhijeet said and thought, 'Come on yaar, itne hint de raha hun! Ab toh samajh jaao yaar!'
Daya looked at Abhijeet, who had an extra sad look on his face. Daya didn't know what to do? The fault wasn't his best friends! It was a misunderstanding. He was right also, why would Tarika listen to him anyway? He was Abhijeet's best friend. The only thing that connected all of them now was Shreya. She was her best friend. If nothing else she would at least listen to her. Daya had to send the message to Tarika anyway, but Shreya? He looked at Abhijeet and he still looked upset.
"Ah….. Daya mein chalta hun yaar. Lagta hai Tarika meri zindagi mein likhi hi nahi hai…" Abhijeet said and turned. 'Last line kuch zyada ho gaya kya?' He thought and moved to some corner.
Daya stood there, alone thinking, 'Yeh dono bhi na! Par is baar toh mere dost ne kuch kiya hi nahi hai…. Tarika se toh baat kar nahi sakta…. Par Shreya se? Lagta hai usse baat karna hi hoga! Mein apne dost ko aise dukhi nahi dekh sakta. Yeh holi mein aise kharab kaise hone de sakta hun? Haan, dono thore pagal hai….. par…. Dono ko alag mein nahi dekh sakta! Par Shreya….. Mein usse baat kaise karun? Kaise?'
Abhijeet stood behind a tree and called Tarika. "Tarika! Yeh dono ab tak kya kar rahe hai?! Agar yeh idea kaam nahi kiya toh?"
"Abhijeet… Hum in dono ke dost hai! Aur in dono ko saath lane ke liye agar hum kuch bhi kar sakte hai, toh kya yeh dono hamare dost hokar kuch bhi nahi karenge?"
Abhijeet's face lit up at her brilliance and he smiled. "Tum jaldi se niche aa jao. I am waiting… ok?"
"Yeah! Fine!"
-oOo-
Daya stood near the swimming pool thinking if he should talk to Shreya or not when the world went silent. A music of love ran through his ears, a music which was known but still unknown. He looked up to see where the music came from.
The music came from his heart, he realized. A lady in white sari came walking, walking in the air it seemed. Her soft and gentle steps was something nobody could avoid staring. A sudden breeze blew on their faces. The breeze, soft and mild, blew her soft hair, which she had kept loose for this event. She smiled at one of her friends and the moon looked enviously at her, covering herself in the clouds. She smiled at one of her seniors and slid her smooth hand into his to give a slight, formal shake. With that little shake, her earrings swung like bells in the heaven and that was enough for Daya to consider himself dead. His heart stopped and a sigh escaped his mouth. His eyes moved with her every movement till she looked at him. She lifted her sari, to reveal her anklet decorated feet and walked softly towards him. Daya kept staring at her as she came closer and closer.
"Sir, mein aapse kuch baat karna chahti hun." She said and broke his stare.
"Huh?" He whispered coming back to the world, "Haan, bolo…."
"Sir…."
"Jo bolna hai jaldi bolo!" He said arrogantly as ego rushed through his glands.
Shreya looked into his innocent eyes as earlier incidents came into her mind. She wanted to say a sorry but last night's incidents stir up the heart-broken Shreya in her and she gulped the old memories. "Sir, mein nahi jaanti ki kya hua hai. Bas mujhe itna pata hai ki Abhijeet sir ke liye meri dost holi ke din ro rahi hai!"
Daya got angrier. "Agar tumhe pata nahi hai toh Abhijeet par ilzam kyun laga rahi ho?"
"Sir mein ilzam nahi laga rahi….. Aisa pehli baar toh hai nahi?"
"Haan! Sahi hai…. Par.."
"Aur kiss, uska kya?" Shreya interrupted.
"Who larki uski behen jaisi hai! Uske mom-dad ke marne ke baad who Abhijeet ko hi sab kuch maanti hai! Koi bhai pyaar se apne behen ko sir par kiss bhi nahi kar sakta?" Daya said and Shreya fell silent now. "Galti Abhijeet ki nahi hai Shreya! Aur mein Abhijeet ki side is liye nahi le raha hun kyunki mein uska dost hun, mein is liye keh raha hun kyunki Tarika bhi meri dost hai. Mujhe pata hai Abhijeet ne kuch nahi kiya hai. Agar kiya hota toh mein use khud jaakar thappar marta…."
Shreya's eyes filled with respect. Her arrogance melted a bit. "Iska matlab… sach mein Abhijeet sir ne kuch nahi kiya?"
"Nahi kiya….. aur mein tumse isi bare mein baat karna chahta tha. Tarika tak yeh baat pahunchani bohut zaruri hai!"
"Par Tarika meri baat nahi mangegi. Who toh chahti hai ki Abhijeet sir usse aakar mafi maange."
"Par Abhijeet ne galti nahi ki….. Who toh usse baat bhi nahi karna chahta.." Daya said. "Pata nahi in dono ko kya ho jaata hai? Agar ek dusre se baat nahi karenge toh baat clear kaise hogi?"
['Wow!' Tarika exclaimed hiding behind the banner with a 'Happy Holi' greeting, which was just behind Daya and Shreya. 'Itne samajhdar hai toh apni problem khud solve kyun nahi karte?'
'Chalo, acha hai. Ek dusre se baat toh kar rahe hai!' Abhijeet said staring at a group of lady officers. Tarika noticed it and smacked his shoulder. 'WHAT?' He yelled in pain.
'Abhijeet, kabhi toh normal behave karo!'
'Huh? Aadmi hun, larkiyon ko dekh raha hun? Aur kya normal chahiye tumhe?' Abhijeet said justifying himself. Tarika made a face and signaled him to keep quiet so that they could hear them.]
"Par sir, ab kya karen? In dono ko ek saath kaise laye?" Shreya said staring at the floor.
"Wahi toh soch raha hun…. Ab toh bas ek hi cheez ho sakta hai."
"Jhooth bolkar?" Shreya guessed.
Daya wanted to smile as she guessed it right but his past gave a 'N.O, NO!' signal. "Haan." He said formally.
['Kya yaar? Yeh toh humara plan humpar hi par try karna chahte hai!' Abhijeet said.
Tarika sighed. 'Yeh ek dusre se apni baat kyun nahi karte?'
'Kya kar rahe ho tum dono yahan par?' A strong voice shook Abhijeet and Tarika from tip to toe. The turned back immediately, to confront a danger for which they were not at all prepared. There stood a hard-built, strong and surprisingly handsome man behind them. He was of Abhijeet's age but held a senior post in Mumbai Crime branch than him.
'Sir….'Abhijeet had begun when he interrupted, insulting Abhijeet on his face.
'Let me tell you two. Yeh government's bungalow hai, aur kam se kam yahan dus kamre hai! Agar un dus kamre mein se kisi ek kamre mein bhi tum dono who karo jo tum dono yahan karne ki koshish kar rahe ho, I guess kafi decent lagega!'
'Sir…' Abhijeet raged when Tarika held his hand and said, 'Sir, hum bas baat kar rahe the. We are sorry…'
The man looked at her as she said. With a sudden awaken wildness; he scanned Tarika from up to down, delighting his eyes on areas which were strictly meant for Abhijeet. He gave a smirk and moved from there, taking a sip from his glass of drink.
'HOW DARE HE LOOK AT YOU LIKE THAT TARIKAA!' Abhijeet yelled but Tarika held his hand harder.
'He's your senior Abhijeet….'
'Haan toh? Toh who aise dekhega?'
'I thought he was just being normal…' She smirked and made Abhijeet regret his words. Abhijeet looked at her as his face filled with an expression of 'What a fool I was!' They turned to hear but there was no one. They came to the forth and found they had vanished somewhere.
'DAMN!' Abhijeet yelled frustrated, by both the incidents.]
-oOo-
"Tarika! Mere saath chal sakti ho?" Shreya held Tarika's hand from behind. The party was over. All the guests had gone back. Only these four were in the bungalow, still waiting for the colors to come back in other's life, but not theirs!
"Kahan?" Tarika said turning to her. She was all set to leave and stood at the large Iron Gate of the front garden.
"Who… Daya sir ne bulaya hai mujhe.." Shreya smiled.
Tarika smiled thinking, 'Wow! Toh yeh hai inka plan….' "Kyun?" She said biting her lips naughtily.
Shreya couldn't control a smile. She wished all this was true but! Destiny…. She though and said, "I don't know…. Par tum please aa sakti ho? Itne raat ko mein akele? Please, Please!"
"Par wahan Abhijeet to nahi hai na?" Tarika said purposely.
Shreya knew she will ask this. "Nahi Tarika!" she said confidently, "Who ghar chale gaye."
For a second Tarika thought if she was telling the truth, then she would kill Abhijeet. "Okay…. Tab thik hai.." She said and moved with her. Shreya took her to the hall and then to the back door which led to the rear garden. It had a swimming pool and yes, the artificial pillars of course, along which our Abhirika were playing. It was an oval pool surrounded by cemented ground. There were pillars at different interval with flowers decorated on them, which had now withered. There were little counters which still had colors on them. There were numerous trees along the boundary walls till a large tank, which stood at one corner of the large rectangular garden.
Abhijeet and Daya stood at the frontal side of the pool (Um… frontal side like, the door and then the pool, so they were standing in between the pool and the back door.)
"Daya, yeh Tarika kyun aa rahi hai?! Tumne toh kaha tha Shreya se milna hai na!"
"I….I… Really don't know Abhijeet." Daya said as if he was the most innocent human being alive on earth.
Abhijeet watched her stepping down those five steps. Both the girls had lifted their saris and looked like Cinderella getting down their carriages. Both the boys waited as they reached there slowly.
Tarika: Shreya? What is this? (Tarika turned to Shreya and then to Daya)
Daya: Sorry yaar, tum dono aisa toh milne wale the nahi. Isiliye jhooth bolkar lana padha….
Shreya: Tarika, Abhijeet Sir, aap dono ke beech mein kuch misunderstanding hui hai, jiske liye aapki puri holi barbad ho gayi.
Daya: Haan yaar. Problem kaunse couple ke beech mein nahi hota hai? Par agar who milkar baat na kare? Us problem ko samajhne ki koshish na kare? Toh baat kaise banegi?
Shreya: Aisi koi problem nahi hai jo milkar solve nahi ki jaa sakti, bas ek dusre se baat karne ki zarurat hoti hai….
Daya and Shreya watched Abhijeet and Tarika as they looked at each other angrily, till a little, sweet, unconditional smile curled up their lips. Daya and Shreya exchanged shocking looks.
Tarika (smiling): Sahi kaha Shreya, Aisi koi problem nahi hai jo milkar solve nahi ki jaa sakti, bas ek dusre se baat karne ki zarurat hoti hai…. (And Abhijeet and Tarika smiled at each other)
Abhijeet: Chalo Tarika! Baat Karni hai mujhe!
Tarika: Ek minute Abhijeet (she had just begun when Abhijeet clutched her hand and pulled her with him to the other side of the pool, behind the tank) Abhijeet wait! Meri Saari! WAIT!
-oOo-
"Abhijeet, what the hell are you doing? Tumhara dimaag kharab hai?" Tarika said freeing her hand.
Abhijeet watched the hand which she had just freed and then looked up to meet her eyes, "Pagal ho tum? Tumhe unke saath rehna tha?"
"Nahi! Aisa kab kahan? Meri Sari phas gayi thi! Aur tum hoki? This is what I don't like, you know!"
"Oh God! Fine, FINE! Sorry, Kam se kam holi ke din toh jhagra mat karo!" Abhijeet whispered angrily.
Tarika told herself 'Calm, Calm' and then whispered, "I just hope inhe kuch samajh aaye aur yeh ek dusre se baat kare!"
"Yes! Just hope!.." Abhijeet sighed.
"Anyways, tumhari holi achi gayi?" Tarika asked to change the topic.
Abhijeet shook his head and folded his arms.
"Kyun?" Tarika asked settling her Pallu.
"Humne APNI holi jo nahi manayi…" He said enviously and turned his face away.
Tarika looked up leaving her Pallu and gave a devil's smile. "Kyun? Un larkiyon ke saath subah maza nahi aaya? Kaise chipak rahi thi tumse! Aur tum? Kud kud-kar rang laga rahe the unpar jaisi mein toh hun hi nahi!" And she turned her face the other side.
Abhijeet kept quiet for some time and then told himself 'Fine! I will give up first!' He turned his face and whispered into her ears, "Ab Mana lein?"
Tarika blushed and bit her lips. She turned her face slowly and found a plate full of red color in his hand.
"Ab, yeh kahan se mila?" Tarika shot a question look.
"Yahi pe tha, rakh diya tha maine pehle se hi…."He blushed.
She blushed back and with a sudden realization she yelled in a whisper, "Meri saari kharab hui na, toh!"
"Nahi hogi baba….!" Abhijeet interrupted and took a handful from the plate.
"Zyada mat lagana, agar rang nahi gaya toh…"
"Rang toh mein aisa lagaunga Tarika jee ki aap chahkar bhi nahi mita payengi." Abhijeet said, lust dripping off from every word he uttered.
Tarika sensed the intensity in his words and looked down embarrassed. She smiled to herself and looked up to meet his eyes, which were already staring into hers seductively. This led a shiver down her spine and her heart beat grew faster. Abhijeet placed his right hand on her left cheek and moved it down lazily, feeling her warmth and softness and leaving a red trail of color behind it. He moved his hand as slowly as possible. She breathed heavily. Every bit of his touch produced a burn in her and she clutched his coat as she felt his hand moving down her neck. "Abhijeet…." She whispered with her eyes closed.
Abhijeet stopped to look at her pink lips which moved so beautifully when she took his name. They were so beautiful! He thought. He wished to feel them and touched them delicately with his uncolored thumb. She shivered at his touch as now her heart beat raced. It was the first time he had touched her like that. She felt good about it at the same time hell nervous.
"Kaun tha who?" Abhijeet asked seriously feeling her lips with his thumb, his eyes reflecting a desire.
"Kaun?" Tarika managed to whisper.
"Wahi, jisne tumhe mujhse bhi pehle kiss kar liya…?" He said observing her lips closely.
Tarika shivered and moved him with a little push. She blushed and with some seriousness she added. "Tumhe kya fark parta hai? Tumhare pass toh bohut larkiyan hai na chipakne ke liye! Jaao! Jaao disco mein aur.."
She stopped midway when Abhijeet placed his hand on her waist and pulled her close. She bumped into him with a jerk and her heart almost stopped. There was silence, a seductive silence between the two. The only thing that was audible was two people panting under the glorious moon light of Holi, with a reason that they were so close. Both could feel each other, each other's warmth and heart beat which grew faster with every second.
"Tumne bhang pee rakhi hai Abhijeet?" She managed to whisper to break the abnormal silence.
"Kyun? Yeh senior inspector bhang ke bagair mard nehi hai kya?" He answered looking deep into her eyes which made her more nervous.
She blushed at what he just said and tried to move but it was too late. She saw Abhijeet approaching for her lips. "Abhi…." She had just begun but next moment she found his lips on hers with his eyes closed. She was about to protest when his lips melted on hers and took her into some other world. Abhijeet kissed her like it was his last kiss on earth. His anger that someone had kissed these beautiful, soft lips before him erupted and he bit her lips hard, hard enough to push down a tear out of her eyes. Abhijeet left her gently and both opened their eyes quietly. They looked at each other and breathed. Before anyone could react Abhijeet pushed her against the tank wall and sealed her lips with another kiss. This time the kiss wasn't a revenge but a kiss to remember. They kissed and kissed and kissed. They kissed, with a passion to feel each other, to discover each other, to love each other….. once again...
They left each other slowly once again and both rested their foreheads on each other's. Both panted under the moon light and looked into each other's eyes. Abhijeet gulped to control his over pouring hormones and Tarika couldn't control a smile anymore. A tint of red appeared naturally on her face and she blushed hard. Abhijeet realized that this red was better the other red which he had put and whispered softly, "Bataya nahi, kaun tha who?"
Tarika looked down and breathed. She looked up where she found two eyes glittering at her and wanted an answer terribly. She pushed him back with ease and turned to leave.
"Come on Tarika! Kaun tha who? Mein maar hi daalunga Use!" Abhijeet screamed.
Tarika turned excitedly, "Tum apne aap ko maar daloge?" and she busted laughing.
Abhijeet stared at her as she laughed. He narrowed his eyes to think hard and when he succeeded, he smacked his head and a smile slowly curled up his lips. Tarika laughed harder. "TARIKAAA!" He yelled and pulled her close into another kiss.
-oOo-
"Pata nahi yeh Abhijeet aur Tarika ko itna der kyun lag raha hai." Daya said disgusted.
Shreya felt a bit bad at his comment and turned to go. All her anger had flown back to her and now she simply wanted to leave. They didn't even look at each other since abhijeet and Tarika left them. She took large steps and hurried to the door.
"Shreya…" Daya called, for the first time, but that didn't stop her. "Shre… Shreya! Mein tumhara senior hun! Stop when I say!"
Shreya stopped at the word 'senior'. "Sahi kaha sir, aap bas mere senior hai! Sirf senior!" She said and started walking.
"SHREYA!" Daya shouted and she shivered. "Kya ho raha hai yeh sab? Huh? Tum kuch bologi bhi?"
"Puchna toh mein aapse chahti hun sir!" She turned angrily. "Ho kya raha hai yeh sab?"
Daya: Matlab? Kehna kya chahti ho tum?
Shreya: Wow sir (She tilted her head sarcastically) Ab aap mujhse matlab puch rahe hai? Mein samjhaungi aapko ki hua kya hai? Sir, aapke itne bhole banne se mujhe koi fark nahi padhta! Kyunki mujhe aapki asliyat pata chal gayi! Aap bas mere emotions ke saath khel rahe hai!
Daya (confused): What…? listen…/
Shreya (avoiding him): Mein hi pagal thi! Kisi par bhi vishwas kar liya! Ek baar bhi nahi socha ki who insaan mujhe mujhe dhoka bhi de sakta hai! Sir, agar kuch aisa tha, aap mujhe pehle hi bol sakte the! Aapne mere saaath aisa kyun kiya? Kya yahi hai meri jagah Daya sir? Bas… bas ek hasi-mazak ki chiz hun mein?
Daya fell from the seventh sky and now felt like digging up his grave. What the hell was she even saying?
Shreya (continued, her voice shook): Mein aapke zindagi mein pehli larki nahi hun! Pata hai mujhe, par kya baki sari larkiyon ke saath bhi aapne aisa hi kiya tha? Nahi, galti aapki nahi hai! Galti toh meri hai. Har bar! Har bar aapke irado ko galat tareeke se leti rahi. Par aap yeh bata sakte hai ki kyun aap bhagkar aaye Ahmedabad? Kyun meri jaan bachai? Kyun?
Daya: Kyunki….
Shreya: Agar aapke zindagi mein koi aur tha, aapne bataya kyun nahi? Kyun nahi bataya ki aapke zindagi mein koi Piyali hai! (Daya frowned at the word Piyali. He was just about to say something when she spoke again) Who Piyali, jise aap subah-subah holi ke din milne chale gaye?! Mein? Mein toh bas aapke truth and dare games mein ek entertainer hun! Aapke aur Abhijeet sir ke beech mein ek Mazak hun! Or rather, aapke liye Cid mein ek time pass hun!
Daya shook his head irritated. That girl was not even listening to him. How was he simply supposed to tell her the truth? "Shreya…. Tum mujhe kuch bolne dogi?" He said again but she continued saying, "Aapne yeh thik nahi kiya sir….. Blah Blah" 'Okay! Enough, enough of insult!' He thought in his mind. If this was the only way then fine! He turned her pulling her close to him. He took her face in his hand and sealed his lips with hers, so that she shuts her ****ing speech, which was simply meaningless. Her eyes widened when she felt his lips and with a rage of fire she pushed him away. She raised her hand high and brought it down on his face, leaving five finger marks.
" HOW-DARE-YOU-SIR ? How dare you touch me?" She yelled breathing heavily.
A/N: Please wait for the next part :) Thanks for reading! And it's the first time I am saying. Please review guys, Please! This is just for you all… :):)
