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Manzil hai woh mere dost..
Maut nahi jo ek pal me ayegi..."
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Sanusanu : Aap chahe toh aa sakte hai , Lekin baat meri maniye. Its too much better to be on the other side and read it. The one who writez has a very very messy mind. *wink*
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Apparna : Thank you for the compliment. And to answer your question I don't know if I further write any story at all to be specific. I mean I surely have some ideas in my mind but I have not implemented them or assinged them to any particular character. Maybe I will write another cid fanfiction or maybe I will go with twilight or some other fiction stuff or maybe not go ahead at all. That's the thing in my mind ,I don't know it so cant make any promises but I you want I will surely try my best ! Lets see how the time permits.
Guestlemonlover and guest : Hey new people.! It was quite actually shocking for me that in a whole suspense related series you could think that may be I can write some.mature content. I don't know what made you think that but again repeating myself. I will try to continue writing as much as possible but how much time permits me thats a big question. And even If I write I think that writing mature content is way out of my league. Sorry guys ...:-((
And last but not the least...Laksara : As always I missed you. I hope you like both the chapters...love ya...
When the new dawn came, Amairaah couldn't move. Not because she was tied pretty harshly to the chair but because every muscle in her body had seized up.
Her feet touched the bloody mess on the floor that was her adversary. Her eyes were already swollen and bloody spit drooled everytime she tried to open her mouth. Amairaah tried not to stare at her nose but she found her eyes constantly diverted to it. Some dried blood residues could be seen at aperture of her nostrils.
Her body had finally started revolting to the torture she was subjected to, since a couple of days.
Suddenly she couldn't believe what she saw. Was she hallucinating or was it actually happening. Amairaah closed her eyes for a couple of seconds and opened them to look clearly.
It was a happy family evening. The three most important persons were sitting in front of her and enjoying their evening cup of tea. There were jokes popping out of nowhere and the laughter could be heard with a clarity. Even the cold war that was always present between Shreya and Insp. D.N. Sharma had also seemed to taken a break. There was sun setting at the distance and the ending of the day couldn't have been more beautiful.
Amairaah was confused from where all of a sudden she was seeing this playing in front of her. But then she heard of a button being pressed again. And another video started.
It was the very next day. All the four family members had decided to make a family portrait so they were on their way for the family shoot. Amairaah could hear their laughter once again. And it was not just a noise that came from their mouth. The laugh could be seen in their eyes and how their faces were relaxed. In fact it wasn't also connected to their face it came from within.
It was years now that Amairaah had seen her mother like that. For a moment she had even forgotten that she had been held a hostage. She was just indulged in a world before her. A smile crept on her face and she tried to touch the faces on her parents but she couldn't. And then the years followed as reality suddenly hit her.
A button clicked again. But this time she saw a picture of her accompanied with her parents on an airport. She was bidding her sister a goodbye. And then suddenly ...CLICK...the sound came again. The next picture she saw was that of the three of them entering into the house.
Her stomach did summer saults. If only she could stop that moment. And then again...CLICK... The next photo that came was very unknown to her. She had never seen that. Hold on- Amairaah thought in her mind. It was picture of Amairaah tied up to a chair in a small room. She was unconscious. But the room that she saw in the background she had seen it somewhere. A vague sense of familiarity washed her. She looked around and then it came to her notice that the way she was in the foto is exactly in the same position she was now. The only difference was that she was little older now. The whole earth beneath her feet swept off. But then again ... CLICK... The foto started zooming and the button was pushed again to zoom further more. Who ever was handling this started to zoom the foto so much that the clicking sound made Amairaah fill with fear.
And 1-2 minutes the sound stopped.
But then when she had a look the foto she just couldn't understand with what kind of luck she was born.
There was a woman on the floor laying lifeless. Lifeless. Her hair was scattered in multiple places with dired crimson blood all over it. Her emerald green eyes were half open . The iris showed a sudden sadness.. Her lime colored green dress was filled with spots of red color as she lay their silently half sitting and half lying on the linoleum floor.
Amairaah looked back at the pillar near which her mom was seen on the foto. It was the same. Nothing had change except the figurine of her mother.
Amairaah turned away as she just heaved. Gasping for air in between. Her eyes stared into empitness and her lips lay hung open.
But then again did her luck ever showed mercy on her. Never...Never in all those years. So was it going to stop now.
No... Why the hell would it. And it didn't.
Amairaah was struggling to keep her calm when again... CLICK...
The bad got to worse and the worse turned to worst. It was like her nightmare. Her mother's turn was over and now it was time for her father.
Amairaah screamed on seeing the same fate of her father. And the scream seemed wrong in so many ways. She closed her eyes determined not to open it. And she closed it hard enough.
Amairaah just didn't have any more strength to see anything. But the next thing she heard was Shreya's laughter. She was compelled to open her eyes once again.
The whole CID team was sitting in a restaurant and she could get that their was a lot of leg pulling of Shreya and Daya going on.
...CLICK...The next thing was her house again where Shreya and Daya hugging at the entrance.
...CLICK...the whole cid team was an a beach scattered talking to people.
...CLICK... It was Daya's parking lot. He could be seen talking to Abhijeet.
...CLICK... this one showed Tarika and Shreya getting out their car in the CID bereau...
And just like that Amairaah hung her head in the most depressed way she could ever do that. She knew what these people wanted her to show. She felt as if she had lost again. All the courage she had tried to gather went in vain...
( Airport )
The four major officers of the CID Mumbai had just landed in Ahemdabad. And soon ACP Pradyuman started to look for someone. And within no time he heard someone saying , " ACP Pradyuman sir ?? " ACP Peadyuman turned his back ans saw a man in mid forties standing in front of him. " Inspector Shah Reporting sir !" Everybody greeted the Inspector that was going to with them through all their journey in this city.
" Aaiye sir , Hum sabse pehle aapka saman lekar hotel jate hai and then if you want to have some lunch hum woh karenge and then we will proceed with our investigation !" The man said nicely.
" Lunch ki jarurat nahi , We had a heavy breakfast ! Hum seedhe saman rakh ke investigation ke liye niklenge. " Abhijeet replied. Although it was far from truth. No body had eaten properly in the last couple of days. But they couldn't , they just couldn't resist to start the investigations here.
As they started approaching towards the parking of the airport they were escorted by two more police officers on either sides.
Shreya raised her eyebrows at the protection that they were being given but then Daya reminded her of the security that she and Amairaah were being alloted by the court due to the risk to their life.
It was almost half hour later that the whole team had reached the hotel and had started talking about their plans. They started chalking out the locations and the possibility of Amairaah being their. When they talking about the factory that had been located , Inspector Shah spoke up , " Sir I would suggest ki factory ke sath sath aap ekbaar Inspector D.N. Sharma ke Ahemdabad ke ghar pe bhi ekbaar jake aye !" Shreya was shocked to hear this . She said , " Ghar pe..Ghar pe kyu ?" Inspector Shah said again , " Sir jaise hi mujhe ye case allot hua tha maine thoda mere side pe bhi investigation shuru kiya tha." He pulled out his briefcase and started pulling out some Photograph that were taken from some cctv cameras. He handed them toh ACP sir. " Sir ye wohi ghar hai. Insp. D.N. Sharma ka. Waise pichle 4 saal tak yaha kuch disturbance nahi tha. Lekin kuch 2 hafte pehle se ne yaha kuch movement hone ki khabar mere khabri ne di thi. Maine fir samne ke dukan se CCTV cameras ke recording liye the. Just najar rakhne ke liye."
ACP sir was very keenly looking at the photoes looking for some clue. " Toh kuch pata chala ?" ACP sir asked. Inspector Sharma replied , " Sir ye jo insaan aap dekh rahe hai fotoes jisko maine red circle se mark kiya hai ye yahape din me kam se kam 3 baar dikhta tha. Jab ispe gaur kiya toh pata chala iska naam hai Rocky. Ye iska asli naam nahi hai sir. Intelligence ke hisab se ye apni duniya me Rehman naam se famous hai lekin ye bhi iska asli naam hai ki nahi iski koi garuntee nahi le sakta. Iska na koi country ka passport hai na visa. Aur koi n asli indentity proof. Suna hai ki abtak ki iska kaam tha jane mane terrorist organizations ko arms and amunitions supply karna." Shreya took the fotoes from ACP sir's hand and started concentrating on tha particular man. Abhijeet just roamed about in the room and started thinking and he just asked his fellow colleague , " Information toh tumne thik nikali. Par jitta tumne is Rocky ya Rehman ka description diya uss hisab se toh ye bohit bada aadmi pata chalta hai. Use iss case me kya interest ?" Daya came near Abhijeet and said , " Baat toh tumne logical ki hai ekdum boss. Ye kidnapping ki wagre bohot choti case ho gyi iss rocky ke liye !"
But then Inspector Shah came near Shreya and took the photoes from her. He himself had a good look at them and then continued , " Shreya kya aapko apke papa ke Rajasthan operation ke barime kuch pata hai ?" Shreya nodded negatively. The inspector continued , " Kariban panch saal pehle jo humare intelligence office ke on field agents the unke hisab se rajasthan ke kuch desert areas me ek terrorist operation bohot hi tezi se age badh raha tha. Us operation ke barime jankari pane ke liye ya kahiye usko rokne ke orders aapke papa ko diye gye the. Abdul naam se ek saal jeekar unhone uss operation ki puri dhajiyaa uda di thi jiska badla toh aap janti hi hai kaise liya gaya tha. Inspector Sharma ke family ke muder ki planning Khalid Mir aur Ibrahim Mir naam ke logone ki thi. Ye wohi log hai jo us terrorist operation ko head krte the lekin police enquiry me chut gye the. Jab Miss Amairaah Sharma ko Bombay ke kisi secluded beach se rescue kiya gaya tha tab police ke hath me sirf Khalid Mir aya tha. Ibrahim Mir firse khudko surakshit rakhne me kamiyaab rahe. " As Inspector Shah told all this to the officers standing in front of them he also simultaneously showed them every photographic and documentric evidence that he could gather in one day. " Ye jo jail ke salakho ke piche hai woh Khalid Mir hai !" Everybody was awestruck as every minute a new information was unfolding. Uptill now the thing was that Shreya's father was always being involved in anti terrorists activities not very much information was leaked. So everything came new to Shreya and even ACP Pradyuman.
" Toh kya tum ye kehna chahte ho Ibrahim Mir apne bhai ke liye ye sab kar raha hai ?" Abhijeet asked in a very serious tone. Inspector Shah laughed at that and said , " Nahi sir , intelligence ke hisab se Bombay se bhagne ke baad Ibrahim Mir apne terrorist organization ke main base camp me wapas lauta, lekin wahape use uske aur Khalid Mir ke unsuccessful operation ke liye maut ke muh chadhaya gaya. Toh abhi uska is case se kuch lena dena hi nahi hai !"
" Ye Rocky urf Rehman in sab ke bich kaha ata hai ?" Daya asked. " Rocky ya Rehman jise hum keh sakte hai woh ya toh Ibrahim Mir ya Khalid Mir in mese kisika beta hai. Ye jung ek aulaad apne baap ke liye ladh raha hai !"
Shreya sat on the near by couch in a worry. Worry about in how much danger her sister was. ACP sir was also worried. But his worry was totally different. " Toh kya ab hume us factory ke liye nikalna chahiye ?" Shreya asked. " Nahi Shreya. Ab hume pehle ye sochna chahiye ki hume iss case me involve hona hai ki nahi ?" ACP sir said shocking her to the last cell in the body. "Iska kya matlab hua Sir ?" Shreya became very hyper almost on the verge of losing controll. Daya came to her side and stroked her back and asked her to calm down. " ACP sir ka ye kehna hai Shreya ki ye case me hume interfere krne se pehle Anti terrorist bereau ko ekbaar inform karna jaruri hai. Sabse pehle ye unka case hai. Yeh ek national security ka mamla ho sakta hai" Abhijeet said very calmly from a distance. " Interfere...??? Interfere...??? " Shreya almost shouted. She went crying near ACP sir and joined her both hands to request him. " Meri behen hai sir woh ! Bohot kuch dekh liya hai usne abtak. Use aur kisika ka intezaar mat karvaiye ! Please me aapke samne hath jodti hi. Aapki bhi beti hai woh. Please uske barime kuch toh sochiye !" Shreya said in between sobs.
She knew it was a matter of national security but she couldn't help but be selfish at this moment. She just wanted her sister back. Daya retreated from his original postion and stood at the back. He just wiped two very little tears coming from his eyes.
He couldn't imagine the pain that Amairaah was bearing for tha last few days. He felt sad for the poor soul. What horrible life she was blessed with. What horrible rhings she had to see. He had kept his calm uptill now but now at this moment hearing the whole story his emotions were set free.
" Waise dekha jaye toh Shreya ka kehna ek tarika se thik bhi hai. Me manta hu ki mamla nationak security ka hai lekin agar apne Anti -terrorist bereau ko abhi inform kiya toh thoda bawal mach jayga. Isse shyd woh log aur underground hone ke chances hai. Toh mera kehna yahi hai ki jaisa chalte ara tha abhitak waisa chalne de. Ladki ki jaan bhi bach jaygi aur sab thik raha toh terrorist pakde bhi jayenge. Aur aapki position kafi reputed hai ACP sir ye police ki duniya. I am sure ki jab Anti - terrorist bereau ko khabar pata chalegi woh aapki baat thukrayenge nahi !"
ACP sir sat with an utmost confused feeling. He himself was much senior in this business and now he had no answer what to do. He saw Shreya and then he had a look at Daya. These two people were now burried in too much emotions. He then looked at Abhijeet , his right hand. With eyes only he asked the most trusted man in his life. Abhijeet nodded in one go. And then without questioning him ACP sir got up and said , " Thik hai toh fir , Daya aur Shreya tum Shreya ke ghar jao aur dekho kuch pata chalta hai kya. Aur tab tak me , Abhijeet, me aur Inspector Shah hum uss factory ke location pe jake ate hai." Shreya heaved a sigh of relief and started getting ready taking her gun and other stuff. Just then Daya's phone rang. It was call from Purvi.
" Haa Purvi bolo !" Daya said and they continued their conversation.
When ACP sir asked Daya what did they talk about , he said " Sir Purvi keh rahi thi ki Khalid Mir jo filhaal Pune ki jail me kaid hai usse directly koi milne nahi aya abtk. Lekin uss jail ka jo cook hai woh uss khane ke sath sath bahar ke msgs pohocha tha. Uska interrogation karne ke baad pata chala ki koi ek banda har mahine ke 2nd aur 3 rd Saturday ko ek msg bhejta tha. Ye lagbhag pichle 6 mahine se chal raha. Woh cook ke pass woh number mila jiske through usse pehli baar contact kiya gaya tha par as usual woh kisi khacha card ka nikla. Huliye me bas ye bata paya ki most of times jeans aur t shirt pehen ke ata tha. Naam toh kabhi pata nahi chaka lekin uske upper arm par R naam ka tattoo banaya hua tha. " Daya went near the small fridge to drink some water. After taking a lump some amount he spoke again ," Sir kahi aisa toh nahi ye milne wala rocky urf Rehman hi tha !" ACP sir thought for a while and said , " Ho sakta hai Daya bilkul ho sakta hai. Mujhe lagta hai hume abhi bina deri kiye hue apne apne kaam pe lagna chahiye. Everyone out for their jobs. Now !" ACP sir issued the order at once and everyone left in their respective cars.
( Abandoned house )
Even before Shreya knew, Daya and she had reached her old house. Shreya took deep breathes . The last time she was here it was her parent's funeral. It felt like an whole era had passed.
At exactly opposite side she saw a small store. She used to buy some penny candies from their. Although it had changed a little but it could still be made out that it was same shop with a same shopkeeper.
They both parked the car and got down. As soon as Shreya proceeded towards the main door to open it a bolting current ran through her spine. All the memories came flooded into her mind.They way she used to run towards her mother from this gate after school, The way she used to lure her mother for buying her some candy and the way her mother used to wait outside the porch for her in her college days when she used to be late.
Daya literally pushed her inside saying , " Chalo, hume jldi se jaldi case ko age leke jana hai. In sab chizo ka abhi time nahi hai." Shreya nodded and they both went inside.
A man in white pyjamas came running towards them. He asked , " Are aap kaun hai aur aise andar kaise chale aa rahe hai ?" Shreya said , " Ye mera ghar hai . Tum kaun ho aur Abbaji kaha hai ?" Shreya went near Daya and told her that Abbaji used to manage the house when they both shifted to Mumbai.
" Shreya ji ??? " The man asked. Shreya nodded . " Ji maaf kijiye maine aapko pehchana nahi. Me Raghu. Abbaji ka bhatija. Unki tabiyat aajkal me thik nahi rehti toh woh ghar pe aram karte hai. Unke jagah kabhi kabhi me ajata hu. Aaiye aaiye andar aaiye aap ." The man said as he escorted them inside.
As soon as he opened the door , Shreya felt a heaviness washing her.
By the door was a woven mat with rustic strings which showed thousands of boot marks - a testimony to the beautiful life that once dwelled here. Shreya could hear the laughter of herself and her sister. A whole new level of nostalgia was washing her hut she controlled herself this time. Daya took out a photo of Rocky and showed it to Raghu. " Ye aadmi aya tha yaha !" Raghu startled on seeing the photograph. " Ye...yee..tasveer aapko kaha se mili ?" Daya kept the foto back in his pocket and gave his expression when he came to know of the truth. " Dekha hai isko ?" He asked again. " Haaa...ha..ha saab. Ye na ekdin aya tha yahape chori krne ki koshish kar raha tha ! Me bhi seena taan ke khada tha sir yaha. Bilkul data raha..thodi hatha paayi bhi hui humara bich. Dekhiye mere sir pe abhi bhi chot hai. Par maine ek chiz lene nahi di usko !" The man said without a little hesitation. Daya pinched the bridge of his nose and said , " Ye ...ye yaha chori karne aya tha aur tumne ise roka ? Dikhao jara apni chot. dikhao !" He said. The man started opening his turban. As soon as he opened his turban Daya went near him and slapped him really hard. Even Shreya shocked at this incident. " Daya !" Shreya shouter. Daya even without looking at her raised a hand to stop her. " Seedhe seedhe bol nahi toh Ek aur lafa padega. Aur Daya kya lafa jab padta hai na , Muh me piano bajne lagta hai. Kya bajta hai ?"
The replied very scarily " Piano !" Daya held him by the collar again and said , " Chal bata kya kya hua hai yaha pichle 6-7 mahine me." The man said , " 50,000 rs mile the saab. 50,000. Shreya aur Amairaah ke barine jiite bhi information pata thi utti btane ke liye. Unka mumbai ka address , college , office kaha jati hai, kya karti hai , kiske sath rehti hai ye sab pata karna tha usko. Mujhe shakal se laga ki insaan thik nahi hai par me paiso ki lalach me aa gaya saab !" Shreya just couldn't believe what the guy in front of her did. " Tumhe pata hai tumne kuch paise ke liye Amairaah ki jaan ko kitta bada dhoka pohochaya hai. Tumhe andaja bhi hai ?" The guy cried suddenly feeling guilty for all his work. " Contact kaise karte the usko ?" The man took out a crumbled paper parchment from a near by drawer and gave it to Daya. " Kuch pata chala toh ye number pe contact karta tha sir. "
" Agar teri iss harkat ki wajahse Amairaah ko ittasa bhi nuksaan hua na toh Teri khair nahi !" Daya warned him and left followed by Shreya. He then immediately called Inspector Shah and notified him about the incidences and asked him to ask the concerned authorities to trace the particular number. Daya just again asked him that if they both could join the remaining team near the factory location and Abhijeet and ACP sir agreed.
( Factory )
Amairaah was still crying from all tthe videos and the photoss that were being showed to her. " Kehna kya chahte ho tum ?" She asked in between the sobs.
" Bas tumko ye dikhana chahte hu ki jaha camera itte pass jaa sakta hai uttehi karib bandook bhi jaa sakti hai. " Came a voice from behind. He was the same handsome guy to whom Amairaah had talked before. He was seen polishing a gun. " Chalo chodo..ye btao tumne kya socha hai ?" Amairaah cried making noises. What options she had now. Just for a mere court case she couldn't risk the life of Shreya and Daya. How could she. " Me tayar hu !" She said closing her eyes and asking forgiveness from her father above.
But at that moment only somebody knocked the door. The guy was angry as who disturbed them at his winning moment. " Thode der baad ana." He shouted. But the someone outside pushed the door open. " Aap isi waqt bahar aye !" An aged guy came through the door and ordered the younger one. The younger guy with a force punched his fist into a near by wood with anger and then went out with the older one.
As he went down he was greeted by a small group of people that he had managed to gather in an year or so. One of the guy handed him some photographs. It showed CID team at Ahemdabad airport ,then at a hotel and then Shreya and Daya at Amairaah's house. " Hume isi waqt yaha se nikalna hoga. Sab log nikalne ki tayari karo !" The older guy said. The younger guy screamed in frustation." Iss waqt kaise nikal sakte hai hai yahase. Woh kamini ladki tayar ho gyi thi. Me apne walid ko jail se bahar dekhne tak nahi hilne wala." He said almost shouting.
The older guy said , " Josh se nahi hosh se kaam lo. Yaha se bhag chalte hai. Woh ladki ko kahi bich raste me ekbaar ka khatam kardete hai. Na rahega baas na bajegi basuri !" The older man said. The younger guy didn't quite understood. " Aap kehna kya chahte hai !" The older guy replied , " Na rahegi ladki , Na rahega us case ka eklauta gawah. Na banegi koi strong case. Aapke walidaan ko toh fir bail ke bharose pe bhi rihaa kiya jaa sakta hai. Aap unki chinta na karo. Ladki ka kaam khatam krke aap border paar karalo khudka. Waha humare apne bhai passport aur visa ke sath tayar khade rahenge. Kuch dino ke liye kisi aur desh me underground ho jao. Case apne aap close ho jayga !Samaan bandho aur niklo !" The guy ordered everybody in the room.
After a few minutes of time the older guy went into Amairaah's room . Amairaah tried to retreat backwards on the chair. She was scared of this guy. He loaded the syringe with too much of some drug and very painfully injected Amairaah with it.
And the world again came to stand still. Eveything around was numb once again.And before she even knew it her face was again being covered by a black clothe.
( Barren land )
The officers parked their car on a barren land some distance away from the factory. If the goons were present there they didn't want them to get alerted because of their actions. Very slowly and carefully the marched towards the empty godown.
The main door was locked. ACP sir signalled Daya and within no time the door lay broken in front of them. When they entered the factory all they saw was a very long room with some abandoned stuff and nothing more. It could be made from the lightness of the air that there was nobody here.
" Achchise talashi lo ek ek kone ki !" ACP sir ordered and everyone started their work.
Daya reached a small door. It was locked too. With one single attempt he broke that too. It opened into a small room or a cubicle we should say. In between lay an empty chair that had thick ropes on it.
" Abhijeet..Shreya..he called out !" And everyone came running. " Aisa lagta hai yaha kisiko bandh ke rakha gaya tha ! Ye dekho rassi ke sath sath khoon bhi hai kafi !" Daya said pointing towards the small puddle of blood. " Kisiko nahi sir , Amairaah ko." Shreya said pointing towards tha jacket that she spotted at the ugliest corner of the room. It was Amairaah's, although soiled and it smelled horrible but it was of Amairaah. " Daya..jara kone me dekho kya gira hai waha plastic ka ?" Daya went their and saw a couple of syringes. These were the same syringes that were used to drug Amairaah.
Daya ran his hands through his hair. He just couldn't tolerate it more. Now just as Shreya wanted Amairaah he also hoped the same.
" Daya ye sab chize forensic lab me bhejna ka intezaar karo. Yaha koi nahi hai. Ab hume yahase chalna chahiye. Us number ko track krte hai jab tak forensic reports nahi ate." ACP sir said to Daya and he obliged.
All the evidences were sent to the central forensic lab with the help of Inspector Shah. As all of them sat in the car, Daya couldn't help but think of Amairaah. Where was his sister ? How much injured she was ? Has she been given food or were they starving her. He missed her arrogance, her back firing . He missed solving her problems and more than everything he missed taking care of her. Would this storm pass away ? He questioned himself... as they crossed the dusty roads on the periphery of the city...