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Today he could not say any rude words to the man, sitting in front of him. And today he could not look over his unshaven face and tired body. He just remained sitting there, silently. ACP sir himself broke the ice of silence after some moments...
ACP sir: shayad mera aur tumhara yeh hi aakhir mulakat hain Abhijeet... main kal hi Gadchiroli ke liye nikal raha hoon... aur tumhara contract agle hapte khatam ho jayega... uske beech main nahin laut paunga... isliye aaj sirf bye bolne aaya hoon...
Abhijeet did not reply to his words. He just lowered his eyes while his disobedient fingers continued to play with a paperweight kept there, on the table in front of him. ACP sir continued after a moment of silence...
ACP sir: aur ek baat, iske baad ho sake to tum ek baar phir se apni zindagi nayi tarike se shuru karo... in sab karwi yaadon ko peeche chodke... mujhe maloom hain ki zindagi tumhari hain, aur iske bare mein kuch bolne ka koi haq mera to nahin banta... khas kar tab jab maine hi is zindagi ka bohot sara keemti waqt barbaad kiya hain... bohot sare bure experience diye hain... lekin Abhijeet, sab meri tarah nahin hote hain... meri tarah itni swarthi, itni buri... life ko ek aur chance do... ek new start do life ko...
He stood up after saying this and at the very moment, Abhijeet looked up, directly towards him. After taking a glance of his face, ACP sir again said...
ACP sir: don't worry, main kabhi bhi tumhare saath contact karne ki koi koshish nahin karunga... tumhare saamne nahin aaunga kabhi bhi... bas tum khush rehna...
He left the place with slow steps, leaving a silent Abhijeet behind. He just sighed and remained starring towards the paperweight held in his hand. After a while, he discovered that his eyes had become moist. And he, in his extreme surprise, discovered that there was a layer of fear which was engulfing his heart in its tight grip. ACP sir would live in a rural place, that too in such bad weather condition? He could not imagine how would he manage to live there? God knew what kind of diseases had spread there! What type of insects and how many types of snakes were there? What then if something happens to him? He felt that all these questions were jerking his heart badly, crumpling the ever present wall in it into a small mould.
But he could not step towards him. He felt that the distance between them was for whole lifetime. He could think about him, could concern him from far away but could never go near him. If he went to him today, he would again repeat his old mistake. He would fall for him again. He would began to love again. And that too to such a person, who had snatched his brother away from him.
At the very moment of thinking this, his gaze became hazy due to tears. A deep sigh, from the deep core of his wounded heart, came out, automatically.
ACP sir was standing in the balcony of the building, with his hands forwarded out. Rain drops were falling in those old hands, wetting both his hands and his eyes. He was really feeling empty today. Not empty, but he was having such a feeling which could not be given a name. Till yesterday, he was eager, excited and anxious about how to get back Abhijeet in his life. But today he was not having a single such feeling. He was just having a strange numbness.
Till now, he was just trying to get back Abhijeet in his life, just because for his happiness. He wanted him in his life to be happy himself. But had he thought about Abhijeet's happiness during all these? Had he thought that would Abhijeet be happy with that person, who had snatched away his brother from him?
No, he would never be happy!
And it was better to leave him alone for his happiness!
What would have happened if any scientist had invented a time machine? Then he would have gone back into the past and had corrected his old mistakes. Then he would never have blamed Abhijeet. Then he would never have...
After sending each and every evidence to the headquarters for saving Abhijeet, Daya directly entered ACP sir's cabin, without even a knock. With the sound of his footsteps, ACP sir, who was working in a file, looked up with surprise and after finding Daya, he said in an angry tone...
ACP sir: yeh kya badtameezi hain Daya? Sare tameez bhool gaye ho kya?
Daya(in firm tone): badtameezi main nahin... aapne kiya hain... (pointing his finger towards him)... aap hain badtameez...
ACP sir stood up from his chair in anger and roared, though in lower tone...
ACP sir: Daya!
Daya: aap to is tarah hi chillate aaye hain humesha sir... yunh is tarah chillake hi aap hume beizzat karte hain aaye hain humesha... aur is baar bari meri Abhi ki thi... ek baar phir se aapne us par ilzaam lagwaya...
ACP sir: woh meri duty thi Daya...
Daya(with a smirk): kisi ki beizzati karna aapki duty nahin hain sir... in fact, kisi bhi nahin hain...
ACP sir: dekho Daya mujhe is waqt tumse koi behes nahin karni hain... aur na hi tumhari koi baat sunni hain... tum jaao yahan se...
Daya(in firm tone): sunna to padega hi aapko sir... aaj ek baar phir aapne Abhi oar ilzaam lagwaya... aur woh bhi is DCP ki baat manke... aap jante hain ki Abhi ki dard ke bare, uski takleef ke bare mein? Nahin!... aapko to aapki so called duty aur aapki reputation ki pari hain... aapki yeh so called izzat pe dhabba na lag jaye isliye hi aap Abhi ko headquarters bhej diya... aaj use wahan bewajah torture kiya jayega... (ACP sir tried to say something)... haan sir bewajah... kyun ki yeh baat aap bhi jante aur main bhi manta hoon ki Abhi begunaah hain... lekin aapne use bewajah saza jhelne ke liye bhej diya...
ACP sir(in anger): ab tum had se bahar jaa rahe ho Daya... apne had mein raho tum samjhe? Warna...
Daya: warna kya sir? Suspend kar denge? Demote kar denge? Transfer kar denge? Ya sidha terminate kar denge?... (with a smirk)... mujhe farq nahin padta sir... aur sach kahu to sir, ilzaam bhale hi Abhi par laga hain, lekin woh qatil nahin hain... qatil to... (pointing his finger towards him)... aap hain!
ACP sir(in anger): Daya!
Daya: aapne Abhijeet ki vishwas ki qatal kiya hain sir... humesha se hi karte hain... jab bhi koi ilzaam lagta hain us par... sirf us par hi kyun?... hum sab par hi... jab bhi koi ajnabi aake hum par ilzaam lagata hain, aap turant humare khilaaf ho jate hain! Kyun sir? Itna shaq kyun hain aapko hum par? Aapke nazar mein kya har waqt sirf hum hi galat hote hain? Hum har baar aap par yeh umeed lagate hain ki is baar shayad aap humare liye kuch karenge... lekin nahin, aap aisa kabhi nahin karte...
ACP sir(in chewing tone): mujhe kab kya karna hain yeh main tumse seekhna zaroori nahin samajhta...
Daya: haan haan woh samjhenge kyun? Aap ko to sirf hume galat samajhna aata hain... ek baat main aaj aapko keh deta hoon sir, yeh jo aap humesha humare saath aisa karte hain woh theek nahin karte... haan main samajhta hoon ki duty hain lekin duty ki aadh mein kisi self respect, kisi izzat ki dhajjiyan uda dena sahi nahin hain... duty to Abhi bhi karta hain, main bhi karta hoon lekin us bar jab undercover cops ko marne ka ilzaam aap par tha, tab hum dono aapke saath the... Abhi aur Freddy ne to bureau tak chod diya tha... taki woh sirf aapko dhudh sake... lekin aap kya karte hain iske badle? Kuch nahin! Aur yeh kuch nahin hi aapko bohot mehenga padega... aap is sab ki keemat ek din zaroor samjhenge... lekin afsos sir, tab tak bohot der ho chuki hogi... aap tab chahke bhi kuch wapas nahin pa sakenge tab...
ACP sir, now, was really unable to understand his anger. Daya's words had really hit him in the core, or better to say, in his ego. He just pushed away Daya, and left the cabin in angry steps without giving a second look to him and with an angry shout as...
ACP sir: main tumhare kisi bhi baaton ka koi jawab dena zaroori nahin samajhta... samjhe tum?
He left the bureau in angry steps, being unaware of the blunder he had committed and what pain was waiting for him in his upcoming future.
ACP sir came out from his trance as he felt a warm drop of tear was rolling down from his left eyes slowly. He did not care to wipe it away but hit his hand with the railing of the balcony loudly with a silent question running his head as "why?"
Why every time it was he who committed all the mistakes? Why he could not keep control of his anger then? Why had he pushed Daya? Why had not he turned behind once? Why had he kept his mobile in silent mode? Why he was the victim of fate always?
Why? Why? WHY?
Due to that push, Daya had lost his balance and his head got dashed with the corner of the table as he his foot got slipped. The glass cover on the table top had broken and some glass pieces had entered in his head, causing the wound to be more critical.
It was Salunkhe sir, who had taken Daya in the hospital as there was nobody except him in the bureau as it was late night already. Salunkhe sir, with the help of the security guards, had taken Daya to the Lifeline hospital and had admitted him there, after signing his own name in the place of the relatives of the patient, in the form.
He had rung ACP sir several times, but he had not picked up his calls. So he had informed about this in the headquarters, from where Abhijeet got aware about this accident, and had immediately come the hospital.
On the other hand, ACP sir had gone to home directly and had fallen asleep in anger affer putting his mobile in silent mode as he did not want to hear any apologies from Daya after so much insult. Actually then he was thinking of himself and his own self respect only, his ego was badly hurt as that day someone really had given a major blow in the weakest point of his heart. He was really feeling so much anger because he was unable to digest that somebody had raised his finger towards him and had pointed him his mistakes. He planned a major punishment for Daya and had gone to sleep.
Next morning, after breakfast, when he had picked his mobile again he found there were thirty missed calls from Salunkhe sir's number and fifteen missed calls from Daya's number. A chilled stream ran across his spines and he immediately rang back Salunkhe sir as he feared that something was wrong. He was afraid of something and his fear came true when he had heard Salunkhe sir's voice from the other side, but it was not that soft and warm as usual.
Salunkhe sir: aap actually kis tarah ki insan hain ACP Pradyuman yeh mujhe bataiye zara! Kitna gair zimmedar? Koi kisi ko itni buri tarah dhakka marta hain kya? Uske baad puri raat call bhi nahin accept kiya... itna gussa!... malooom hain aapko mujhe kitni pareshani hua Daya ko hospital mein admit karwane ke liye? Pata hain aapko kya halat hain us bacche ka?
ACP sir felt a loud shiver in his body at that moment, hearing this. He felt that darkness had covered his surroundings, he was feeling suffocated. He was feeling that someone had shaken his whole world within a single moment. He managed to ask in trembling tone...
ACP sir: kya hua Daya ko? Woh... woh hospital mein kyun hain? Kahan hain?
Salunkhe sir(in shock): hospital mein kyun hain matlab? Maloom nahin hain aapko? Ya phir gussa abhi tak utra nahin hain? Jo bhi ho, Daya theek nahin hain... uski halag serious hain... agar gussa utar jaye to Lifeline Hospital aa jana... kal maine Daya ko bohot mushkil se wahin admit kiya hain... aur ek baat, aaj se aapke saath mera koi rishta nahin hain... kyun ki, aap ek bohot acche aur kaabil ACP zaroor hain lekin ek bohot hi kharab insan hain... bye..
Saying this, Salunkhe sir cut the call immediately. But till then, ACP sir's whole life had turned up and down. His whole world had been uprooted ruthlessly. He remained sitting there like a stone statue. Actually, all of a sudden, the memories of last night had appeared in front of his eyes. How blindly he had pushed Daya away from him! Then he had not even cared to look behind also. Perhaps for being so angry and humiliated once at a time, he was not properly conscious. He was unable to think so much. How could he do so? How could he commit such a mistake? How could he harm his son?
All these thoughts were making him so angry on himself! He banged his hand over the table, in front of him, and shouted. Not due to physical pain but due to mental one. His eyes got lowered lowered automatically due to shame and guilt. He was not in the state of thinking or doing anything after this.
How would he be able to stand in front of Abhijeet after this? How would he face him? Would he be ever able to meet his eyes anymore? But he would have to go there, in hospital. He would have to face the consequences. He would have to see how much injured was Daya!
He drove speedily to the hospital, being unaware of the incident waiting for him there. He askes about Daya from the reception and ran entered the said corridor and the scenario in front of him just made him stunned like hell.
END OF THE CHAPTER
So what might have ACP sir seen? What was awaiting him? What was Abhijeet's reaction after this? What will happen in the Gadchiroli trip of ACP sir? Will Abhijeet forgive him? Will they be reunited? How? Stay tuned to know more.
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