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WARNING..!:- guys.. please mujhpr ek ehsaan krna... yeh chapter... mai unn logon ko padne ki salah nhi dungi.. jinhe psychological issues h.. i mean like depression, anxiety, virtual issues nd also who have a weak heart... please... forgive me nd don't read this chapter... I won't be responsible for anyone's loss...
And bash krne se phle pura chapter padh lena... coz... i won't tolerate that... aur... kisi ko 'crime petrol FIR' kb se air hone vala h, pta h kya? daya sir vala epi kb air hoga.. nd timings bhi bta dena yr..!
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"what..? come on man.., u know i don't know Hindi..!" Mark asked in annoyed tone.
"nothing much... i wondered if u hv informed boss or not.." daya asked after letting out a sigh... coz he got successful in stopping the chatterbox.. Mark...!
"yeah... but... (carefully looking at daya's face) your face doesn't seem u r well..!"
daya smiled a little.. he took the laptop in his hands.. nd returned to his chair limping... while Acp, Salunkhe nd Rajat left to check the so called mission information, which were to be faxed... nd Abhijeet got a call.. so he sidelined himself in a corner...
"ohh.. nothing much serious.. m fine.. (hiding his eyes) leave it yr.." daya shrugged it... nd tried to change the topic..
"btw congrats dude.. u accomplished another mission successful..! now..? any other plans..?" Mark wished him.. but he was listening everything with closed eyes.. nd a constant smile playing on his lips...
"hmm.. (laughed lightly) ab sirf aakhri mission baki h..." He answered in a dreamy tone... Mark got confused again on what he said again, in Hindi..!
"w.. what did u say now..?" Mark said going suspicious nd horrified on his tone...
"mission.. last mission..." nd with this he hurriedly picked the knife that was placed on the edge of the chair... without wasting a single second... nd...
snichh..! snichh..! snichh..!
his wrist got three deep cuts which had started throwing blood out of his body with a pretty scary rate... it seemed as if his body were thriving for this only ... the evil red colored water in his veins..,, it furiously came down exploring his wrist joint.. then his broad creased palm.. then his thick, strong, slightly curled fingers nd then... down... to the ground...
plop...! plop...! plop...!
clink..!
the knife fell down from his right hand.. rather he intentionally did so... he just leaned back on the same chair... seeming far away from reality, trying to lurk behind the darkness... trying to find the way out of his sufferings... nd with this voice Abhijeet got attentive nd looked at him with a horrified call
"DAYAAAA...!"
...maine apni khushk(dry) aankho se lahoo(blood) chhalka(spill) diya...
...ek samunder keh rha tha mujhko paani chahiye...!
- Late Dr. Rahat Indori.
SIMULTANEOUSLY ON THE OTHER SIDE:-
"sir yeh reports toh bta rhi h ki.. he was a IB officer... undercover...!" Rajat's voice rose high tearing the thick coat of silence... nd confused atmosphere was changing to tense one...
"haan... aur inme toh yeh bhi likha h ki voh charon.. drug dealers the... voh bhi milawati nd nakli drugs... (shocked tone) isse toh kitne logo ki jaane jati hongi..!" Salunkhe accompanied rajat in explaining the medical related knowledge..
[guys by this i mean doped drugs... something irrelevant mixed in it.. which would be harmful for people... nd i am not much sure if this happens in real life or not..!]
Listening this, Acp's mind ran to a different conclusion.. Oops..! not conclusion another question... his eyebrows were deeply furrowed nd his forehead started making resting stairs for the sweat drops by making densely creased forehead...
"haan.. lekin.. (suspicious tone looking at a dead body's pic) yeh IB vale itni be-rehmi se kabse maarne lage..? (rotating his three fingers) kuch toh gadbad zaroor h.. kuch aur hi baat h.. ya.. ho skta h ki... (guessing tone) daya se shayad koi personal dushmani ho inki..?"
when they heard...
"DAYAAAAA..."
"yeh to abhijeet ki aawaaz thi..! kya hua daya ko..? chalo dekhte h..!" Acp ordered nd with a tense nd horrified expression all left... to the cell...
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"ohh no..! rajat jldi ambulance bulao...!" salunkhe panicked while running towards daya nd making a hellish barrier between his death nd life... but his attempts, don't know were working or not...
"daya..! yeh kya kiya tumne yr..?" Abhijeet asked him holding tears in his eyes... yes.. he was crying.. the sharp shine was crying... that too for a criminal..! ohh sorry sorry.. a legal murderer... he was constantly patting his cheeks... even after being acquainted that daya was conscious... he tried... even... still...
daya just smiled... nd two salty but relieving drops, for him, left out to start their expedition... no..! no..! emigration...! but his eyes... they were resisting to open as if had captured a glimpse of something... and would shatter it into many pieces if opened...
"kuch toh... bol yaar...!" Abhijeet asked him feeling great difficulty even to look at him.. every slap, every kick, the torture.. everything was coming back to him, increasing guilt in his heart, thou' times as much as he did... but he wasn't wrong at his place...
Though he didn't wanted to open his eyes,,, he did... coz speaking something now would be better than taking the words away with his very own soul,, increasing the pressure nd guilt in his very own black heart... according to him... no.. he can't afford this... he have to say...
"ek... ek baat Mom tak... ahhh... pohuncha dena... (hopefully looking in abhi's eyes) unse kehna... (tearly) ki mai.. mai unka beta nhi bn paaya... (crying tone) unse maafi... maang lena... dost..!"
his words... d-o-s-t... this made Abhijeet shiver with scare... he had goosebumps after listening this stammered rather limping tone... he looked at Salunkhe..,, whose expressions were enough for him to guess the upcoming danger... but.. how..? how could he accept so early..? no.. he won't accept daya going so early..! he didn't know.. why..? why he was feeling so close to him.. who was not more than a criminal in front of him just few hours ago... because... maybe, at that time, he was screening a creepy beast highlighted with neon color, hiding his inner pure soul... but now... this was HEE... this was original HEE...
"Rajat ambulance kb tk aa rhi h..? (he shouted loudly then turned concernful to daya) tujhe.. kuch nhi hoga dost.. tera yaar tujhe kuch nhi hone dega..!"
"kya kr.. loge tum...? jb mai khud hi nhi jeena chahta... (laughing painfully) mujhe bachane k liye... jeene ki nayi ummeed chahiye... aur voh... voh tumhe kahi nhi milegi...!"
"kya keh rhe ho yr... kuch nhi hoga.."
but before Abhijeet could say further four people entered with stretcher in their hands.. nd they all made him lie on it... Abhijeet was still grabbing his right palm just to calm his own inner fear might be..! nd Salunkhe was still with the freaky barrier on his wrist...
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"Abhijeet... Mom ka... khayal rkhna..."
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"kuch nhi hoga tujhe..!"
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"iss duniya mei mera... kaam... khatm... ho gya h..."
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"chup ho jaa daya plsss...!"
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"good.. bye... agle jaman mei... pakka tumhara dost bnuga... (smiling while breathing heavily) dushmani bohot... khel li... ab... ab aur nhi...!"
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"arrghhhh..!"
he woke up... completely drenched in sweat... he was breathing at a double rate... his.. his eyes started releasing the salty drops which got mixed up with the sweat drops very soon... yes he always cried after having this fuckin' dream...
"why..? again...?" this is what he asked to god always on this day... why.. this dream now... again...?
he sat on the bed... feeling slight pain in his forehead... which was another symptom related with the dream... he simply ignored... he.. he was so horrified with the dream that he had named the incident... his death... yes.. his death... but...
he...
was...
not...
daya... !
he...
was...
Abhijeet...!
YESS... GUYS SO THIS WAS THE CHAPTER END... ND AAPKO ISS CHAPTER MEI KYA SMJH AAYA YEH.. AAP REVIEW MEI LIKH SKTE H, KYUKI JO BHI APKE GUESSES HONGE VOH GALAT HI HONGE...
hehehe... meri writing style smjhne thoda aur time lagega apko... coz mujhe seedhi seedhi stories likhna nhi psnd... complexities... i love... so bear it with me.. nd saare doubts mei story end tak clear kr dungi... have faith on me...!
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TD