ACP Pradyuman picked up the envelope...opened it and read the letter inside...after finishing reading,he looked up towards DCP Chitrolle with shock and only uttered...

Pradyuman: Abhijeet ka resignation letter?...how is it possible?...us ne resign kar diya?...

Chitrolle(with disappointment): haan...aaj subah hi mere office mein aaya tha woh...apna resignation jama karke chala gaya...

They did not notice when Daya had arrived at the cabin door...he shouted...

Daya: chala gaya?...kahan chala gaya?...

ACP and DCP both turned towards him with shock...Daya again shouted...

Daya: bataiye na sir...kahan chala gaya mera bhai?...

Chitrolle(with tease): woh janke tum kya karoge Daya?...you hate him...is not it?...kal uske haath mein goli lagi thi...tumlogo mein se koi bhi kya uske ilaaj ke liye kuch kiya bhi nahin...uska koi fikar hain tumlogoko?...to main kyun bataun kahan gaya hain woh?...

Pradyuman: to usne bhi koi mahan kaam thodi na kiya gain...itme dino se hume dhokha de raha tha woh...hum uske saamne uske liye rote rahe,uska shraddh kiye par usne ek baar bhi hume yeh nahin bataya ki sir royiye mat...main aaplogo ke saath hi hu...to aap yeh kaise ummed kar sakte hain ki humare dil mein uske liye pyar aur fikar bacha rahega?...

Daya: haan sir...usne bohot hi ghilona harkat kiya hain...apni beti tak ko nahin choda usne...uske karate champion banne ki sapna tot te toot te bacha hain...aur to aur uspe goli bhi chalaya usne...hum use kabhi maaf nahin karenge sir...kabhi bhi nahin...

Chitrolle(in sharp tone): wah!...wah!...kitna achcha logic diya hain tumne...arey tumlogo ko pata hain ki usne aisa kyun kiya?...pata bhi hain tumlogo ko ki woh kitna dard mein hota tha yeh sab karte waqt?...CID bureau mein Tezz gang ne bug laga diya tha...tumlog jo bhi baat karte the wohlog sab sun sakta tha...Abhijeet ne isliye apne dil pe patthar rakhke chup tha...har raat ko woh mere pass ake rota tha...main bhi jitna ho sake use hausla deta tha...par us se uska dard thodi na kam hota tha...aur rahi baat junior national karate championship ki...to use Neha ke vishwas jeetne ke liye Shreya ke saath aisa karna hi pada...par usine inspector Anila ke zariye use wapas bhi laya tha...aur agar woh Shreya ko shoot na karta to Tezz gang ka dusra koi zaroor karta...aur uska nishana jaan bujhke nahin chukta...Daya tum aur Shreya humesha se hi Tezz gang ke gun ke nishane pe rahe ho...par Abhijeet ke wajah se tum dono aaj bhi surakshit ho...sahi salamat ho...aur kuch janna hain tumlogo ko?...

He stopped noticing the teary eyes of the hard stone hearted cops standing in front of him...he asked...

Chitrolle: kya hua?...ro kyun rahe ho ab?...tumlog to yahin chahte the na...tumlog to usse nafrat karte ho na?...shakal tak dekhna nahin chahte ho na uska...to mubarak ho...woh chala gaya hain humesha ke liye...ab khushiyan manao...party do...ab to tumlogo par se sare khatra tal gaya hain...haina?...

He too stopped to gulp down the ball of tears and pain which had struck in his throat...Daya broke the silence at last by whispering softly...

Daya: hume maaf kar dijiye sir...maaf kar dijiye...humse bohot badi galti ho gayi hain...please hume maaf kar dijiye...please hume Abhi ke pass le chaliye...hume usse maafi mangni hain...woh maaf kare ya na kare...kuch farak nahin padta...par hume chodke mat jaye...yahin kehna hain...bas...

Pradyuman: haan sir Daya theek keh raha hain...please hume uske pass le chaliye...please sir...hume ek baar mauka dijiye use wapas lane ka...please sir...

Chitrolle: Daya,Pradyuman aaj woh UK wapas jaa raha hain...ek naukri mil gaya hain use wahan...woh wahin settle ho jayega...hum use wahin khush rehne dena chahiye...

Dr. Tarika,who was coming to get a file signed from ACP Pradyuman,was hearing all these from the doorstep...she now spoke up...

Dr. Tarika: woh wahan khush nahin reh payega sir...woh bas humare baaton se hurt hoke yeh faisla liya hain...please sir let us go to him...

DCP Chitrolle looked at their sad yet determined faces and at last said softly...

Chitrolle: theek hain chalo...

Abhijeet took a sip of his coffee...he was sitting in the longue of the airport...Anila was sitting beside him and said in soft tone...

Anila: jana zaroori hain Abhijeet?...I mean sare rishtein naate yahan chodke...tum gusse mein aake koi aisa waisa decision mat lo...yeh mera request hain...

Abhijeet(sighed): mere saare rishtein to mera saath kab ka chodke chala gaya hain...ab main yahan rehke kya karunga Anila?...main jab UK mein tha...aur treatment complete kar raha tha...tab maine kafi interviews diya tha...actually main DCP sir ke ehsun zyada din tak nahin le sakta tha...isliye...itne dino baad e-mail se jawab mila hain...call centre ka job hain...asaani se pet chal jayega...

At that moment,an announcement for London-Mumbai flight could be heard...Abhijeet stood up...sighed sadly...and handed an envelope to Anila with...

Abhijeet: yeh envelope ACP sir ko de dena...chalta hu...

Anila(sighed): jao...apna khayal rakhna...aur contact rakhna agar ho sake to...

Abhijeet: tum bhi apna khayal rakhna...aur please yahan ke sare khabar mujh tak pahuchate rahena...good bye...

Anila: good bye...

He left with silent steps while pulling his trolley bag behind him...after throwing a disappointed glance towards the entrance of the airport...Anila only sighed...

The CID team rushed into the airport...only to see Anila sitting in a sofa...waiting for them...Daya rushed to her and asked...

Daya: Anila Abhijeet kahan hain?...kahan hain woh?...bolo na kahan hain woh?...

Anila(with a sigh): chala gaya woh...chala gaya...humesha ke liye...is desh se...(in sharp tone)...aur aaplogo ke zindagi se dur...

Daya(hell shocked): nahin...nahin aisa nahin ho sakta...woh kabhi humse dur nahin jaa sakta...kabhi bhi nahin...Pata hain mujhe ki humse galti ho gaya hain...par uska itna bada saza nahin de sakta woh...nahin kabhi nahin...yeh sach nahin ho sakta...kabhi nahin...

Pradyuman went forward and hugged his younger son gently...Daya now started to weep badly...Pradyuman ruffled his hand in his hairs...Anila forwarded the envelope towards them and said in soft tow tone...

Anila: yeh Abhijeet chodke gaya hain aaplogo ke liye...main chalti hu...

Daya took it from her hand and opening the envelope,took out a letter...he read it aloud...

Dear CID Mumbai,

Mujhe maaf kar dena aaplog...agar humare 18 saal ke saath mein agar aaplogo ke dil mein mere liye kabhi bhi kahin bhi pyaar jaga hain to...please mujhe apne is ghilona harkat ke liye maaf kar dena...par main kar bhi kya sakta tha?...mujhe apne saath honewala har zulm ke badla lena tha...is beech mujhe pata bhi tha ki main aaplogo ko hurt kar raha hu...par agar main yeh zimmedari na leta...to Tezz gang aaplogo ko aur bhi nuksan pahucha sakta tha...main aaplogo ke pass rehke aaplogo ko protect karna chahta tha...par...par shayad mere faisla galat tha...please mujhe maaf kar dijiye...main aaj aaplogo ki zindagi se bohot dur jaa raha hu...yeh mat samajhna ki main kisike baaton se naraz hoke yeh kadam uthaya hain...Jaane ki waqt ek secret batata hu...us din us lawarish laash ke saath mera DNA match hone ke wajah pata hain aaplogo ko?...woh maine hi apne DNA ke jagah us laash ke DNA dal diya tha CID database mein...Tarikaji se itna to seekh hi gaya hu main itne dino mein...

Main jahan bhi rahu,jaise bhi rahu...mere dil mein aaplogo ke liye pyar,izzat aur maan kabhi bhi kam nahin hoga...aaplogo ke saath yeh 18 saalon ki khatti meethi karwi yaadein mujhe humesha tadpata rahega...main bohot miss karunga Daya ke yaari ko...Shreya ki pyar ko...Dr. Salunkhe ke saath nok jhok ko...ACP rir ke lad pyar ko...sabko...

HUM HAIN IS PAL YAHAN...

JANE HUM KAL KAHAN...

HUM MILE NA MILE...

HUM RAHE NA RAHE...

RAHEGI SADA YAHAN...

PYAAR KI YEH DAASTAN...

SUNEGI SADA JISE...

YEH ZAMEEN ASMAAN...

ONE MONTH LATER...

In CID Bureau...

Daya was working in his desk silently...when ACP sir entered the bureau...he stopped looking at his younger son...his face was pale...

ACP sir sighed...one month had passed since Abhijeet had left for UK again...ONE MONTH!...in this period neither he tried to contact them nor he had returned...perhaps he was happy there...

Daya stood up seeing him...he signalled him to sit and said in soft yet painful tone...

Pradyuman: kya faida Daya use yaad karke tadapke?...woh bhi wahan khush hi hoga...warna hume contact karne ki koshish zaroor karta...shayad woh hume bhool gaya hain...

Daya was about to say something when a nice song from a melodious voice could be heard from the doostep...

DHADAK RAHA HAIN DIL

DIL KO MAIN KAISE SAMJHAUN...

TUJHSE MILU YA MILE BIN

YAHAN SE CHALA JAUN...

AISA NA HO TU

YEH DIL TODE...

ZAMAANA HAANSE SARA...

MERE DIL NE TADAPKE

JAB NAAM TERA PUKARA...

Daya and ACP sir was completely shocked...they rushed out and saw whom they had expected...Abhijeet!...Senior Inspector Abhijeet...with his FORMER FACE was standing outside...

Daya went to him and hugged him the next moment with a teary...

Daya: Abhi!...

Abhijeet too hugged his silly brother...and they remained in at that state for long...ACP Pradyuman,the stone hearted leader of CID Mumbai...also wiped away his tears...

Duo got down from their car and Daya went forward to open the door with his pair of keys...suddenly he felt Abhijeet had not come forward...he smiled,went to him and put his hand on his shoulder with a soft...

Daya: boss kya hua yaar?...wahan kyun rook gaye?...yahan aao na...

Abhijeet: yaar mujhe dar lag raha hain...pata nahin Shreya kaise react karegi?...yunh aise itne mahine baad...pata nahin yaar main bohot nervous hu...peechle baar jaane se pehle use mila bhi to nahin tha...

Daya: aur mujhe aaj tak yeh samajh mein nahin aaya ki tum wapas kyun gaye the?...mana ki thoda gussa dikhaya tha humne...par tum chale gaye is tarah?...bilkul theek nahin kia tha tumne?...

Abhijeet: plastic surgery karwane yaar...mera Varun wala chehre ke liye operation UK ke ek hospital mein hua tha...par mera naya maksad pura hone ke baad woh wali chehra mere liye useless tha...so mujhe apna purana chehra wapas pane ke liye UK lautna hi pada...

Daya: tumhare woh wali chehre mein problem kya tha Abhi?...hume to koi problem nahin hota...

Abhijeet: problem hota yaar...mera woh chehra tumhe Varun Malhotra ke yaad dilata rehta...woh Varun Malhotra jo swarthi hain...bura hain...apne maksad ke liye kisiko nuksan pahuchana jiska adaat hain...tumlog kabhi mere saath free nahin ho pate...tumlogo ke dil mein Senior Inspector Abhijeet ke jo tasbeer hain...use wapas lana bohot zaroori tha...Varun ke burai mitane ke liye Abhijeet ke achchai ka bohot zaroorat tha...Abhijeet ke return ke liye Varun ke har nishaani mitana bohot zaroorat tha...isliye yeh second plastic surgery ka bohot zaroorat tha...

Daya silently patted his arm...Abhijeet closed his eyes and after gaining some strength moved forward...Daya opened the door and duo entered the house...together...after several months...

Next moment,Abhijeet startled very much feeling a warm hug around his waist...he shivered recognising the touch...then he,with extreme pleasure yet extreme shock,heard a soft voice as...

Voice: papa...

He,with shock,turned back...and saw whom he was expecting...SHREYA!...his deary daughter...who SPOKE...not by sign language as usual...but by her VOICE...

He knelt before her and spoke with extreme shock...

Abhijeet: Pari...tumne boli!...tumne boli Pari!...apne aawaz mein boli?...ek baar phir se bolo na beta...

Shreya(with sweet smile): papa!...

He was about to request her to speak once more...when he felt Daya's touch on his hand...Daya said...

Daya: bas karo boss!...usse zyada baat mat karwao...abhi kuch hapte hi hua hain speech therapy ke success ka...dheere dheere woh zyada bolne lagegi...tab tak wait karo...

Abhijeet nodded and wrapped the little doll in his arms...both of them had a wide smile in their face...though both were dropping tears on each other's shoulder...

Abhijeet signalled Daya through eyes...Daya too knelt in front of them...and Abhijeet opened his arms and pulled him in a warm soothing hug...

At 11 pm...

Abhijeet came out from Daya-Shreya's room after confirming both of them's sound sleep...he too was enjoying the duo friendship stories narrated by Daya to Shreya...after so many months...

He sighed...Senior Inspector Abhijeet was back to his life again...hectic yet soothing life...peaceful and happy life...the life which he always dreamt of since all these dull months...now he was back to his home...his life...his own life...now he was happy...

He again peeped into his brother's room to check them...the happy smile on their face brought a smile on his lips too...he went towards his room while humming a song...humming,which was one of his habit now...he was humming...

TU...TU HAIN WOH HI...

DIL NE JISE APNA KAHA...

TU HAIN JAHAN...

MAIN HU WAHAN...

AB TO YEH JEENA...

TERE BIN HAIN SAAZA...

MIL JAYE IS TARAH

DO LEHRE JIS TARAH...

PHIR HO NA JUDAA...

HAAN YEH WAADA RAHA...

YEH WAADA RAHA...

END OF THE STORY...

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