hello kese ho sab log.. hope sab bariya hi honge... Dareya story hai bolme ki zarurat toh hai nahi...
sorry for the grammatical and spelling mistake...
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Daya : see what i found today... your diary..may you like to hear your own story... isiliye leke aya ise...
He said it to a life less body who is lay on the hospital bed.. ECG wires , oxygen mask , saline, urine pipe are now her daily deal. she is in coma from one month...
Daya : ( placing his hand on her) shreya... kab tak tum mujhe ese saja dogi... ab bas bhi karo...
Yes she is Shreya, fighting with the God of death or with the side of him... we don't know... but daya and her parents are searching for the beams of hope.
Daya : ( go through the diary) kya kya likhti thi tum apni diary mein... dekhu zara... normal daily stuff... oh ! toh yaha apne mere bare maine likha hai...
he starts to read loudly so that she can hear it .. only she not the others...
aaj mujhe daya sir se forever wali ishq ho gaya hai... unki tough body ke andar jo bacha dil aaj bahar aa gaya... unhone bina bole hi usadmika madat kiya... bina bole hi sab samjh jate hai... kash vo meri dil ki halat bhi samjh lete...
his eyes get a tear and lips get a smile , turned the pages...
sab bate kar rahe hai , maine galat kiya abhijeet sir ke sath..
us waqt as a CID officer har choti chiz ko maine kuch zyada hi importance de diya tha..
mujhe tab bhi bura laga tha aaj bhi bura lagta hai.. par kese samjhu sabko.. galti toh maine kiya hai..
tarika , daya sir sabhi naraj hai.. fir bhi main ekbar kosis karungi.. daya sir ko apni dil ki baat batane ki...
he leans towards their flashback...
Shreya is standing, facing towards the sea...hot winds are come from the sea and hits her...Red hot sun is getting ready to say bye to all. Daya is coming from her behind..
Daya: kya huya tum yeaha esi kue khari ho...
shreya : nahi kuch nahi
she said hesitantly... obviously she is very nervous, she is going to say him ' I Love You ' .. the three magical words..
Daya : kue bulaya yaha?
shreya : bas ! kuch baat karni thi..
Daya : hum bureau pe bhi toh kar sakte the!
shreya : haan kar sakte the.. par mujhe maan kiya isiliya bulaya yaha ...
now what he has to say..
Daya : bolo?
shreya : main aap ko passand karti hoon yeatoh aapko pata chal hi gaya hai..
daya : hmm...
shreya : toh aap kya sochte hai mere bare main ?
Daya : main yea sochta hoon ki jitna ho sake tumse dur rahu... jo bhi tumne kiya hai na uske badh bhi abhijeet ne tumhai maf kar diya hai ... usne yea kese kiya yea unse hi pata hai... par main nahi kar sakta shreya... bureau main itne sare log the kisi ke dimag main hi esi bakwas chise nahi aya sibway tumhare dimag ke... kese soch leti hoon yea sab itni asanise...
shreya : i feel sorry daya sir... main abhijeet sir se bhi mafi mangungi..
Daya : galti ka ehesas kisi se hone ke badh agar mafi mangi jaye toh use sympathy gain karna khete hai...
shreya : sorry sir... galti kiya hai toh sorry bolna hi padega...
He come out from his thoughts and looks into the pages..
mujhe laga daya sir mujhse naraj hai, par nahi vo toh mujhse naftar karne lage hai.. aaj unhone jo kuch bhi kha , ab toh mujhe iski adat padh jana chahiye .. fir bhi bura lag rha hai..
"meri halat kuch yue hai ki
raste se kisi ki ate huye mout ko bhi gale laga luu
koyi mujhse puche aur
main uski chan ki nid churalu... "
daya : how rudely i behaved with you Shreya... maine kabhi kisi ko dard dene ke bare nahi socha.. par jise main pyaar karta hoon usko hi maine tod diya...
"jis mukam pe kabhi tum thi aaj main bhi hoon
sorry tumne bhi kha tha aaj main bhi khe rha hoon..
bas main thoda sa late
hoon.. "
main tab bhi tumse pyaar karta tha aaj bhi karta hoon...
He turned the pages again...
papa ne kal Siddharth ke bare main bataya.. maine papa se kha toh papa ne kha 'kya vo tumse pyaar karta hai'.. is ka jawab nahi hai mere pass...
meri chuppi hi kafi tha papa ke liye..
papa ne kha hai ab tum is saddi se mana maat karna... maa ki tabiyat bhi kharap hai unhe aur zyada tension na doon...
ab toh sirf ek hi rasta bachta hai... daya sir se ekbar baat kar ke dekh lu... sayad vo maan jaye...
again he goes back to his memory...
In the bureau there is very few people all are busy in their own p.c.
shreya : sir ?
Daya : hm ?
shreya : agar aap free hai toh mujhe apse kuch baat karni hai...
Daya : bolo..
shreya : sir kal papa ne meri shaddi ke bare main puch rahe the..
daya : toh ?
he answered even not looking at her.. may be he is busy, may be he is angry, may be he can't meet his eyes with her..
shreya : apse apki jawab chahiye... kya hum is riste ko aage
daya : wait hum ? matlab ? main tumhare sath kisi bhi riste se juda huya nahi hoon...
shreya : right sir... ( looking at his eyes ) main apse pyaar karti hoon aur apko propose kar rahi hoon ab aap kya kahenge ?
Daya : i don't want any toxic relation...
' toxic relation ' she thinks for few seconds about the word then she goes no..
shreya : mere pass time bohut kam hai... apse ek bar request kar rahi hoon ki ek bar please soch lijiye... main apse pyaar karti hoon... kisi aur se shaddi karna mere liye mumkin nahi hai...
Daya : apni maa papa se baat karo fir...
shreya : meri na khena waja kya du..
Daya : toh mera tumhai haan khene ka waja kya hai ? haan par naa khene ka waja kafi lambi hai...
shreya : right sir ! main hamesha se galat sochti hoon...( looking at her fingers) jab apne hi baat nahi sunte hai toh geroo se umid bhi kue karti hoon !
this was their last conversation. this was her last line ..
abhijeet was listening all this from his place...after reaching home , completed their dinner.. now abhijeet is searching for a opportunity to talk with daya..
abhijeet : daya sun..
daya : bol..
abhijeet : beth na...sofa pe..
daya : ab toh bolega...
abhijeet : haan haan kue nahi bolunga...
daya looking at him with great annoying look ...
abhijeet : maine aaj teri aur shreya ki baat suna... tu Shreya se ese baat kue kar rha tha ?
his annoying look even grows a bit ...
abhijeet : acha thik hai main janta hoon tu kue kar hai... par usne tujhse request kiya hai yaar... are request chod propose kiya hai usne.. ab tu ek ladki ki proposal ko tu na kahega.. ( saying a bit like a child )
Daya: abhijeet !
abhijeet: dekh maaf kar de yaar use... mujhe pata hai tu bhi use pyaar karta hai... fir sirf is gusse ki waja se tu dono ki zindegi barbadh kar rha hai...
Daya : abhijeet usne tumhari is haat pe haat kari pehenayi hai...
Abhijeet : toh ? tujhe sayad yaad nahi hai purvi ki case pe tune ekbar ke liya hi sahi par sak tune mujhpe kiya tha...
He get up from the couch and daya is looking the his foot's fingers silently...
abhijeet : aur yea bhi baat bhul ek ladki ke liya apne pyaar ko chod ke kisi aur se shaddi karna kitna dard deta hai...
present time , his eyes getting wet remembering all the past...
Daya: maine abhijeet se kha tha , main aagle din bureau pe tumse baat karunga... aagle din main toh bureau pohoch gaya par tum nahi... dopeher ko pata chala tumhara accident huya hai.. jis sudha ki mujhe besabrise intezar tha vo mujhpe hi keher banke barsa...
he rubs his eyes and turned the page...
daya sir ne aaj bhi mana kar diya... par mujhe pata hai main ek na ek din unhai mana hi lungi... meri daya sir bohut hi sweet hai bas gussa karte time time unki nak thodisi lal ho jati hai...
but main unki gusse ko bhaga dungi...aur fir hum dono kisi pahari jaga pe jayange.. khula asman.. lambi lambi per( tree ) bikhre huye badal... unhai ek chota sa cottage jaha main aur daya sir ki destination wedding hogi...
kitna maja ayega..
He closed the diary.
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Daya : doctor kya main shreya ko ghar leke jaa sakta hoon ? j mean kya vo travel kar sakti hai ?
Doctor: haan koyi problem hona toh nahi chahiye par aap ko ek nurse ko rakhna padhega...
Daya : ok doctor..
After completing the paper work , Daya and shreya reached to the dreamland of shreya what she actually described in her diary..
Daya : look... jesa tumne kha tha bilkul waja jaga dhunda hai maine... uchi uchi pahar... per... badal.. thandi thandi hawa... aur ek chota sa cottage... jaha hum saddi karenge... chale cottage ke andar..
she is sitting on wheel chair... she and he both went into the cottage where a priest is already present and the cottage is decorated with flowers as a perfect wedding house...
In some hours their wedding rituals starts...
only abhijeet , acp sir, her parents, tarika and purvi is present here...
Priest: aap phere kese lange ?
what a big question! our daya has a plan... he takes her in bridal style and completes the ritual... next he fill her vacant place on head with vermilion then mamgalsutra...priest : ab shadi sampoon huya...
Daya : tumhari diary ke akhri pannope lekha huya echa pura huya shreya...
they can't do their marriage legal but complete each other before the God...
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END
story yehi pe khatam hoti hai... hope aap sabko passand ayi hoo... please review karke batana maat bhulna...
A/N ; Nisha : hey dear nisha maine kabhi kavin aur ishita ko as couple image nahi kiya aur na hi main comfortable hoon...toh sayad main inpe story nahi likh paungi... sorry dear...
Fan club : hey honey ! Glad to have you ! I was reached in seven clouds that you love my all stories... so lovely to heard this... yea obviously i will write acp -abhijeet centric story as soon as i get any plot... as you know na ! Sorry honey !
now come to Bapi : Fake ! ho ji yea kya agar kavi fake hai toh abhivi konsi real hai jo tumne mujhe request kiya tha unpe story likhne ke liya... aur vo bhi tab jab Abhirika onscreen couple hai... matlab kuch bhi ! Yea toh vo wali baat ho gayi na ' touda kutta tomy , sadda kutta kutta ' ! kid growns up..
anyway;
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thanks for reading...
bye :)