There is nothing new in the story. I have uploaded it an year ago, and it will get deleted soon. I took much effort in writing it. So I don't want to get it deleted forever. Sorry for the inconvenience caused.
Darkness swallowed the Mumbai city once again .It was raining cats and dogs. No one dared to peep out in that messy weather. But he was walking. The sudden outburst of the nature was not enough to surpass his feelings of guilt. He never knew that this feeling of guilt is so piercing that will not even allow him to cry out his pain. It was not for the first time he was feeling guilty. But he always had a soothing touch and soothing word around him to ease him of the pain every time. Today it is different . None of the justifications of his brain could justify his act. Today he has broken the strong bond , the bond which beheld his life ,by a single sword of treachery. He roared though it was not audible amidst the roar of rain.
The scene slowly shifted to that dark cage where a wounded soul , with his eyes closed and thoughts numb, was resting his back on the bare wall squatting on that cold floor. The violent rage of the rain was far from his consciousness .Today his thoughts are crippled. Sitting in that cell he felt tired and broken. It was not that he was there for the first time. From that incident which stole him off his identity, he has been there several times accused and handcuffed . But none of those incidents were enough to conquer the ever -applauded confidence of Senior Inspector Abhijeet. But today his own soul has slayed that confidence. The bruises in his skin, the bleeding lips, the hard punches mocking gazes, sarcastic comments and the disgusting interrogation has definitely made marks on his body, but not in his mind. The thing that haunter his mind is that silent and unexpected treacherous act by his soul .Why? The only word that is recurring in his lips in this span of time. The only question he want to ask him. But is it possible now. Either the continuous torturing or his own depressive thoughts will take a toll on his life soon. But he has to survive at least to meet his eyes with that of his to have his questions answered
Yes ,there were disturbances between them for the last few days. That letter which ought to have conveyed the love of a soul to another has become the bone of contention between two best buddies, who claimed themselves to be each other's life. His last direct encounter with him is still playing in front of him.
Abhijeet: Why have you shot him dead Shreya?.I had never expected it from you. Do you know what price we have to pay for your negligence
Shreya:Sir ,I am sorry he was about to shoot me. I find no other way.
Abhijeet: So what you should be ready to give up your life
(Then he interrupted which made it something hurtful to all the listeners.)
Daya: Tum ye Kya kah raha ho? galti ho gaya ab us bath ko chodo or age Bado.
Abhijeet: Wah Daya. Yathi Shreya ke sthan pur koyi aur he tho bhi tum yehi kahunga?
Daya: Just shut up Abhijeet. You are crossing your limit.
Abhijeet:aur Kya? kitni mehanat karke unke adda ke pata Chala. aur tume lakta he ki mein galat hum?
Daya:Galati sabse Hoti he. tume to yadashah ghone ki Bahana milti he. parantu sabko nahi. aur ab mere letter Shreya ko nahi Diya aur us galti me marham Patti lagane ke liye dusrom par gussa dikatha he.
It was enough for Abhijeet. He uttered slowly-to tume lakta he ki mein apna personal gussa utar Rahi he aur Mera yadashah Gona ek natak he
Daya in a chewing tone-mujhe Kya maloom? me aisa Kuch nahi kaha
Abhijeet: aaj me bahut Khush hu Daya . Thanks (in a low tone to Shreya)sorry mere galti that Shreya
Yes he was hurt that day. but those words may be accidental. uska gussa mein janta he Na. galti Mera dha. Uska letter nahi de paya. lekin ek galti ke liye itna bada dhoka. Ye mein Kya sochti he. nahi koyi aur wajah Hoga. Parantu Kya.
Those scenes again flashed In front of him .Shreya arresting him .Dcp Chitrole ke mocking gaze. Acp sir ke chehre me gussa aur nirasha. Those comments of the people and reporters and finally his down head.
Suddenly his trance broke with a slow shrieking sound of that rusty iron door and the piercing comment of that man