SANA, ZEBANAHID, GD, SIFA, JYOTI A, PRIYA, ARIB, EMAN, ABHINIDHI, SHIKHA SHARMA, NIKITA, ABHII, TANYA thank you
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Few months passed, today she has died. The loneliness is still there but now he got, that he has friends. Daya comes to visit him almost every day and Aditya at least 4 days a week. During these months he talked with ACP sir once and all other team members once. But he is not really comfortable with them.
He hears about the cases, sometimes tells Daya not to take tension. Sometime he also gets tensed, but didn't show this. After all he is not interested in all this
Right?
Days passes
Every day he gets up, looks over the newspaper, have his breakfast and medicines. Now days he is growing a kitchen garden there.
The whole noon He tries to concentrate on crime novels which according to Daya was his favorites and according to Aditya was a secret of him being a great detective. Then by the evening he usually gets a call stating that Daya will come or not and
He prepares dinner most of the time for two or three. Yea...now it's a rule that Daya will have a dinner here only.
That day it's late in evening, but not a single call from Daya. Aditya called to inform him that he is going out of town for some days. After talking to him he thought to call Daya, but then stopped thinking
Why should I?
Then, he don't know what came in his mind or heart he is really confused between them, he dialed Daya's number
Call got received, but before any one speak, he said "aj arahe ho?"
A dull tired voice answered
"Nahi… sir… mein aj nahi apaunga, aap khana kha lijiyega…"
His mind says
'Is he thinking that every day, I wait for him on dinner? I take dinner when I feel I should take; it's just a coincidence that he is also present on dinner table.'
But he didn't concentrate on his mind.
He said in ordering way "Kaam se free hotey hi foran gher aao…"
The other person sighed, but he didn't wait for his answer and cut the call.
The door bell rang at perfect standard time. Daya entered inside, but he was looking tensed. He sat on the couch and having his full concentration on the paper in his hands. He didn't even notice when Abhijeet came out of kitchen with two cups of coffee.
He sat on the opposite couch with "aab bolo "ge…kia baat hai…"
"Nahi…haan...me ...mein theek hun…aap kuch keh rahey they..." Daya replied absentmindedly
"Han…keh raha tha,"
"G...kahiye…"
"Mein pooch raha tha...kia baat hai…pareshan kiun ho,"
"WO..sir…aik case hai…aik bachey ka murder case…bahut be dardi se.."
He got silent again and Abhijeet caught his feelings. In past few months, no rather in past two years, Abhijeet understood Daya is a sentimental being. He gets emotional in most of the things. But this…a child getting killed , anyone can get emotional.
He broke the silence with "phir…"
He started "aapko pata hai…wo bacha..kitna bahadur tha…marne se pehle…aik number likh k gaya crayons se…shayad kisi kidnapper ko likhtey dekha ho yea kisise suna ho…aaj sara din isi case mey uljhey rahey…phir Acp sir ne kaha…sab ghar jao…kal fresh mind se kerenge…"
"Kese numbers…koi phone number, gari ka number…"
"Nahi sir…sab try kar k dekh liya…Na koi address na gari ka number na phone number…."
"Shayad koi bank locker… bachey ne kuch dekha ho… kuch suna ho…shayad apney parents ko baat karte,…"
"Nahi… bahut bara number hai… bank locker nahi…ho ga…"
"Accha… kya kya numbers hain…kuch yaad hai…?"
"Yaad… aik second sir, .hum logon ne…us number k jo photos liye they… wo hain…us ki aik aik copy sab k pass…mere…Fredrick k…Jayant k…Asha…Sudhakar…sab k pass…Sir k pass bhi hai...aap dekhoge?"
Abhijeet looks at Daya, he is looking so hopeful that he can't deny. Somehow during these two years Abhijeet has forgotten that how to say no, to this guy. So he nodes and Daya pulled out his wallet and then the photo.
On a piece of paper, many numbers are written in uneven way. He picks the notepad and pen
And soon they are sitting on floor on both sides of the table and writing the numbers separately on papers. Abhijeet rub the corner of his lip with pencil and said
"Kia ho sakta hay ye… na koi mobile number… na koi gari ka number….or itne sarey….zero bhi hain…kia?"
"Daya" he called unmindfully
Daya who was totally involved in those numbers literally jumped and said "kia…kia hua sir…"
"Apna mobile do…"
"Jee?"
"Arey…apna mobile do…jaldi…"
He handed him his cell and Abhijeet started looking at it keenly, and after nearly two minutes he started writing something on paper and looking at the cell after every second. Daya was looking at him with astonishment. Some pictures started forming in his mind and he completely got lost in past.
He didn't notice the passing time and jerked out when Abhijeet wave his hand in front of his eyes.
"g…g… sir…"
"Kia g g… kab se bula raha hun…"
"Kia hua…"
He placed the note pad on his palm and said bit irritated "ye hua…"
He glanced at the paper where numbers are written in pairs, some space is left between every two pairs and a word is written beside every pair of numbers.
Daya read all the stuff carefully, it was someone's name. Daya was looking at Abhijeet with open mouth then closed his mouth and did a fish expression
Abhijeet asked through action "kia hua…"
"Sir… ye… ye to humara prime suspect…"
Abhijeet looked at the name with "matlb bache ko pata tha ki kaun.."
Daya nodded "mein isko chorunga nahi sir dekhna aap..sir thank you..thank you"
Daya stood up hurriedly, took his cell phone and that paper and said "acha sir me nikalta hun…"
And moves to door.
"Arey khana to… khalo thora"
"Abhie nahi sir, isko sajah diya bina mein nahi kha paunga"
He opened the lock and then turned again
"Sir…aap dinner…"
"Han…Kar lunga…tum…jao…dihaan se…aur gussey pey kabu rakhna"
Daya ducked his head with a sheepish look; Abhijeet shook his head and stayed at door till Daya drove away
Next day early morning even before Abhijeet was fully up and around the doorbell started ringing continuously
Abhijeet moved to the door, irritated with the continuous ringing.
He opened the door and Daya barged in with "sir apne kamal kr diya..kal wo admi do hath partey sab ugal diya usne..usne bas apne swarth.." he stopped looking really sad
Abhijeet called softly "kal sare rat yeahi krte rahe?"
Daya looked down, Abhijeet shook his head fondly "ander ayo..thora fresh ho lo..breakfast aur coffee lata hu"
Daya moved towards the washroom and Abhijeet towards his room
Soon both sat on the dining table with coffee and toast, when Daya initiated "sir ek baat kahu"
"hmm"
"aap koi job I mean aise khud ko char diwar mey rakh ke to jindegi nahi gujrega na.."
Abhijeet snorted "mein aur kaam? Kaun dega ek unstable"
"sir…"
Abhijeet concentrated in his breakfast when heard a deep breath then "aap na ek private detective agency khol lijiye"
Abhijeet looked up with raised eyebrows
"haa sir aap pehle se hi bahut ache detective they, aur aap jo kehte hey na abhie aap nahi kr paoge dekha na apne kitni achi detection power hey aap mey..sir you are really a sharp shine.. aur humare cases mey bhi kabhie private help lag jaye to"
"Daya" Abhijeet interrupted calmly "ek bachey ki message samjhne se koi detection power nahi ajata..fir to wo bacha aur acha detective tha na..aise nahi hota"
"per sir"
"Daya ek detective banne ke liye kaafi achi brain ki jharurat hoti hey..aur"
He found Daya looking about to protest
He smiled softly "acha mere dimaag ka choro..aur detection ka bhi..khtm karo, fir gher jake rest lo..bureau bhi to jana hoga"
Daya sighed
And concentrated on food.
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