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Part 2(E)
My New Story
Abhijeet could see that two of his precious relatives entered the cabin with lowered faces and guilty attitude... wait a bit... what he thought? Relatives? Relatives and they? Nope! Never! He mentally kicked himself for making another mistake again but externally just sighed and looked towards them.
Daya and ACP sir came near his bed while he looked up, directly towards their faces. ACP sir sat down on the chair beside the bed and grabbed Abhijeet's hands in his. Abhijeet once looked towards ACP sir's grip over his hands. He did not get his hands released from that grip, but he did not speak anything also. He was completely silent. Daya was the first to start the conversation with a low...
Daya: ummmmm... abhi kaise ho Abhijeet?
Abhijeet(in calm tone): theek hoon...
Again a deep silence prevailed in the room which was making the atmosphere heavy. None found even a word to anyone. ACP sir remained starring towards the floor while Daya remained starring towards Abhijeet's face and Abhijeet was looking towards both of them. Finally, ACP sir said...
ACP sir: Abhijeet, hume maaf kar do... hume maloom hain ki humne, khas karke maine tumhare saath bohot galat kiya hain lekin please hume maaf kar do...
Daya: haan Abhijeet... hum apne kiye par bohot sharminda hain... we are really sorry... team bhi bohot sharminda hain... tum please hume maaf kar do...
Abhijeet now sat up straight and said in calm and straight tone...
Abhijeet: pehli baat to yeh hain ki aap dono ko mujhse maafi mangne ki koi zaroorat nahin hain... main samajh sakta hoon... aap log majboor the... apni apni... (stressing his words)... duty ke khatir...
ACP sir: nahin Abhijeet... hume tumhare saath itna bura suluk nahin karna chahiye tha... We are really very sorry...
Abhijeet(in same calm tone): Aap sorry mat kahiye sir... koi zaroorat nahin hain... waise bhi mera to dimagi halat waise bhi theek nahin hain... to agar kuch gadbad hota hain to zahir hain ki shaq mujh par hi aayega... I can understand...
Daya put his hands over Abhijeet's shoulder and said in moist tone...
Daya: Abhijeet hum jante hain ki hume tumhe itna kuch nahin kehna tha... lekin vishwas karo yaar... mujhe tum par pura bharosa tha... lekin main... lekin main jata nahin paya yaar... aur... aur sirf mujhe hi nahin... ACP sir ko... humare team ko... sab ko tum par bharosa tha yaar...
Abhijeet now looked towards him directly and said in straight tone...
Abhijeet: mujhe kya pata tha bhi ya nahin? Aisa bhi to ho sakta hain ki tum jhooth bol rahe ho...
Daya's hand got automatically released from Abhijeet's shoulder as he stepped backwards a bit and said in stunned tone...
Daya: main... main jhooth... jhooth bol raha hoon?... tumhe aisa lagta hain Abhijeet? Tumhe mujh par bharosa nahin hain?
Abhijeet could notice a few drops of tears over Daya's cheek but today it did not create any effect over his heart. How could it create? A few drops of dew could never create any effect on a rock. And a rock was formed of several pain and sufferings... so had Abhijeet's heart. He said in firm tone...
Abhijeet: mujhe kya pata? Mujhe to kisi ne bhi nahin kaha ki koi mujh par bharosa karta hain... sabne to mujh par ilzaam hi lagaya hain... to mujhe kya pata ki tum sach keh rahe hi ya jhooth?
ACP sir: Abhijeet yeh kya keh rahe ho tum? Tumhe sach mein aisa lagta hain ki hum par bharosa nahin karte?
Abhijeet(in calm tone): haan lagta hain... kyun ki mujhe kabhi bhi, kisi ne bhi nahin kaha hain ki woh mujh par bharosa karte hain...
ACP sir(in moist tone): mujhe tum par bharosa hain Abhijeet... team mein sabse zyada tum par hi bharosa karta hoon main...
Abhijeet(in cold tone): accha? Mujhe to kabhi aisa nahin laga! Jab bhi mujh par koi ilzaam lagta hain to mere khilaaf khade hone wale pehla shakhsiyat to aap hote hain sir...
ACP sir: woh isliye Abhijeet kyun ki main yeh nahin chahta ki koi aur tumhe aake kuch kahe... koi aur kahe isse to behtar hain ki main khud hi keh doon... isliye hi bas...
Abhijeet(with a small teasing smile): aap kehne ki saath saath kisi aur ko kehne se rokte bhi to nahin sir... koi bhi junior kabhi bhi aake mere khilaaf... lekin sir, jab aap par koi ilzaam lagta hain to main to kabhi bhi aapke khilaaf kuch nahin kehta sir... humesha aap ka saath deta hoon... lekin aap!...
ACP sir and Daya remained sitting and standing there with lower faces while Abhijeet remained starring towards the window with dry eyes and pale face. After a while, he turned his face towards Daya and ACP sir while saying in low tone...
Abhijeet: aaj nahin to kal main aap logo ko maaf zaroor kar dunga sir... mere pass yeh hi to rishtein hain... aap logo ke siwa mere pass hain hi kaun? Lekin... lekin mere pass bhi dil hain... mujhe bhi dard hota hain... mujhe nahin pata aap log yeh baat samajhte hain bhi ya nahin... lekin shayad mujhe yeh sab batane ka mauka phir nahin milega... meri beemari meri kasoor nahin hain jo aap log mujhe guneehgaar thehrate hain... main...
ACP sir and Daya did not let him complete his words but pulled him in a tight hug with a simultaneous...
ACP sir and Daya: hume maaf kar do Abhijeet... hum waada karte hain ki ainda kabhi tumhare saath aisa kuch nahin karenge... kabhi kuch nahin kahenge tumhe... kabhi dil nahin dukhayenge... please hume maaf kar do...
Abhijeet once looked towards the open window and then slowly embraced back those two bodies which were hugging his body too tightly. He just closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
It was 11 PM already when Daya was seemed to be sauntering in the hall of their house with an anxious face and anxious whisper as...
Daya: aaj khabar leta hoon iska... pata nahin kahan chala gaya hain... raat ki gyarah baj chuka hain... janab ka koi khabar hain hi nahin...
It was long four months after all those mess happened in trio's lives. Everything was back in form like earlier... wait wait wait... really? Was everything back in form totally? Had Abhijeet returned in his original form again?
The answer was partially yes and partially no!
The main door opened with a soft creak as Abhijeet entered the house by opening the door with his own keys. Daya now stopped and went towards him. Abhijeet stopped on his tracks seeing him coming towards him and said in confused tone...
Abhijeet: kuch hua hain kya yaar? Aise kyun aa rahe ho meri taraf?
Daya(in firm tone): time dekha hain tumne? Raat ki gyarah baj chuka hain...
Abhijeet: my God! Mujhe to maloom hi nahin pada... so sorry yaar! Main abhi fresh hoke aata hoon... tum khana lagwa do...
He was about to step towards his room when Daya grabbed his hand from behind and asked in soft tone...
Daya: kahan the tum Abhi? Itni der lag gayi...
Abhijeet's face became iron hard within a moment as he gently got his hand released from Daya's hand with a firm...
Abhijeet: Daya maine shayad tumhe pehle hi mana chuka hoon tumne yeh sawal poochne se... main kahan gaya tha yeh mera personal matter hain... aur hum chahe jitna bhi accha dost kyun na ho, main tumhe kabhi allow nahin karunga ki tum mere personal matter par dakhalandazi karo...
Daya did not say anything but lowered his eyes as Abhijeet went to his room. Yes, this was the outcome of that incident. This personal matter! The slight distance between their relationship. No, not only between their relationship, but his brother's relationship with each and every members of their team. A line of limitation had come between them.
But it did not mean that Abhijeet did not love, care or respect them anymore. He still laughed on Freddy's silly jokes, he still scolded Pankaj for his mistakes and he still guided Purvi as a senior. He still teased Dr Salunkhe and he still flirted with Dr Tarika. He still remained standing beside Daya and ACP sir.
Then what was the difference? Yes, there was indeed a difference. Though Abhijeet had almost become like earlier there was something which had changed. Like Lakshman Rekha of Ramayana, he had drawn a Abhijeet Rekha around himself. He did each and everything which was outside that boundary, but none was allowed to enter inside that shell. He had created a separate personal place for himself and Daya knew that he really enjoyed being inside that shell. He could allow others to act like earlier and he too act like before, but that too, with a limitation. Nowadays, Daya felt his friend being too far away from with others. He just sighed and touched the door of Abhijeet's bedroom with a low, guilty and painful...
Daya: tum kabhi hume maaf nahin karoge na Abhi?
He went towards the kitchen with low steps while wiping away the small tear drop which had come into his eyes unknowingly.
On the other hand, Abhijeet came out from the washroom after freshening up session and went before the dressing table, viewing himself in the mirror silently. No, he had not gone in any forbidden area, he just had gone to library. He could have easily told this to Daya but he did not. Nowadays, he loved to keep some secrets maintained in his life. He had joined an online class of learning guitar and had bought one also. He was really loving all these. He was now happy that along with his CID duties, he was doing things according to his own will and was doing things according to his hobbies.
But was he loving all these? Somewhere deep in his heart, he felt that the answer was no. But now he could never step back. Rahul had made him realized one hard reality of life that may not one's life contained love, but it must contained respect. Self respect was the most important factor of life. He had decided to hide a part of his life from his team members' eyes. From all those mess happened, in his life he had learnt not be a taken for granted factor for anybody. And it was much better to write at least one chapter, in the story of his own life, by himself in his own pen. It was really good to become a "Kora Kagaaz" rather being a "khuli kitaab".
He picked up his guitar and played a tune with a soft smile playing over his lips...
Ek sau sola chaand ki ratain
Ek tumhare kaandhe ka til
Geeli mahendi ki khushboo
Jhooth mooth ke shikwe kuch
Jhooth mooth ke waadein bhi
Sab yaad kara do
Sab bhijwa do
Mera woh saman lauta do
Ek ijaazat de do bas
Jab isko dafanaungi
Main bhi wahin so jaungi...
Main bhi wahin so jaungi.
END OF THE STORY
It is really necessary to move away from certain relationships if you want to live with self respect. Don't be too much taken for granted for anyone or in any relationship. Otherwise people will just use you and then throw you away like a used tissue paper.
So this was the end of the journey of Kora Kagaaz. I am really grateful to Abhisikha didi for giving me just an amazing plot idea. I am really grateful to you who have read, reviewed, followed and favlisted the story.
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Your Nikita.