Bello..! Here's a new plot... This story is inspired from MY idols 'TheShristiJain'...'DUO MRF appi jaan'... nd 'Anjelbetu DI'... thank u soo muchhhh... coz u all hv attempted to write on daya sir's childhood... nd this is gonna be a bit same...
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Nd this plot is on the special request of reviewers on my stories... Dayaislove.. sapnadaya.. Ishq daya... nd I myself... They wanted me to write a Daya nd ACP centric story... So I hv started this... Yes of course it would include ACP-abhijeet nd danaya... My own inventory...
Disclaimer:- the place KOSUKO.. is my own discovery... hehehe... It doesn't coincide or represent any real place or organization. It's all my imagination..! I only own a single character ie Shanaya.. nd the rest r taken from the TV show C-I-D..
GEMINI PRIMARY BOARDING SCHOOL..!
- Kosuko..
so the story starts from a boarding school... yes a boarding, that too a primary school... it was the same day.. the same bluish brightness... the same sun shone, sometimes hiding behind the clouds... the same cheering nd laughing sounds coming from a large play ground... but...
but something was different... y.e.s.s... today was...
28th of December... Here in Kosuko, this date was a big day for every student.. nd also for every parent... coz today the students were free to leave the premises... for both purpose... one, if u hv completed ur studies.. or second, coz of holidays which would start and last for a month nd a half...
many students were shouting... laughing... even crying for getting away from the school... but the students in the last category were very few... i mean as a student if i was left,, no no no.. lets not talk about me... lets talk about HIM... he, a child probably in his mid-teens, could be seen in the play ground... standing far away from the students crowd... in his own thoughts... but, something was there in his hand... with shiny surfaces... so called a MIRROR CUBE... but the pattern was badly distorted... as if he intentionally did so... it was tough to understand that he was happy or not...
"Daya..!" a voice reached in ears... his fingers stopped, flipping the mid-corner pieces to its right place in the cube.. he instantly looked in that direction...
he could see a girl... might be of his age.. moving towards him... her eyes were small but indeed expressive.. the eyes, which have a unbelievable talent to hide the pain in them... but... from him, hiding it was useless...
"D.. ye mera number h..." she came to him nd handed him a piece of paper... on which some numbers were scrabbled...
he without even looking at the paper piece in his hand... replied her calmly
"mujhe tera number yaad h Seenu..!" he was looking at her face... which was sad till now... but now, after his reply, have turned disappointed
"offo..! D.. tu na humesha buddu hi rhega..! (pointing at the paper) yeh mera naya number h... (sad pause) US jake number change krna pdta h na...!" shanaya explained him...
"thank u.." he straightly replied averting his gaze to the other side... coz her departure was something which hurt him the most... they both were friends.. no.. not only friends.. but they had the power to understand each other's pain nd grief..
"D.. don't worry... everything will be fine..! (a tear formed in his eye) nd I hope ki tum sbko accept kr loge..!" she said while making him face to face... his eyes already had tears... nd looking at his condition her eyes also formed some drops...
"seenu plss..." he just stopped her to talk anything regarding that fact or must say reality... yes.. it hurt him the most talking about it.. talking about his so called existence...
"daya..! achha sorry..! ye dekho..! i hv something for u..." she simply chose to change his mind... nd avert the thought for the time being...
"what..?" he asked while she pulled out something from her small bag pack... nd extended it to him...
"yeh watch h... (he tried to reject when) are.. are.. HUM dono ki pocket money se hi kharidi h... aur esi same mere paas bhi h.. (he relieved nd took it) tujhe humara plan yaad h na..?" she asked him with a light pinch of sadness...
he simply nodded while his teary eyes were just admiring the watch, which was different from others... it was a kind of wrist phone... in which u would get notified for calls nd messages, even if u hv lost ur phone...
"phir toh mai tujhse kabhi duur nhi rhungi... theek h..?" she smiled and again tried to hide her tears... but a call disturbed them, which came from the other side
"SHANAYAAA...!"
she turned to the source nd after identifying the call...,, a tear fell from her right eye... which she instantly wiped in a reflex... nd turned to the source to reply
"aayi chachu..! (turned to daya/in teary tone) good... bye... (crying tone) i hope... hum phir.. jldi milenge...!" she completed nd instantly hugged him tightly...
GOD... This.. this hug made him weak again... he could hear his eyes fighting with the salty freaky tears... before he could resist more.. he already found his cheeks getting wet... yes... he was crying... this permanent departure nd separation was causing him so much pain... that he could not control himself further... he simply reciprocated the hug nd c-r-i-e-d... s-i-l-e-n-t-l-y...
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But someone was there... the third person... who was watching them... he could not feel the pain but looking at his small brother crying... he was also on the verge to cry... but NO... his brainn reminded him that he has to stay strong... for his father... for his brother... for himself even...
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Danaya broke the hug... and without waiting a single second Shanaya turned back... nd left in fast nd painful steps while every step let out a tear from both her eyes... daya too turned to the other side, coz looking at her going,,, no... he was not that strong... though he was habitual to see people going away from him... but she was different... she made him to cry on every hellish 28th of December... nd also alike this last 28th December...
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The silent spectator, who was till now waiting for both to complete their last meet... no.. not last according to them... he now stepped towards daya after wiping his face well and wearing black highly reflecting goggles... to hide his eyes of course... he was a young boy, with chocolaty complexion... might be in his late teens or appearing twenties... yes... he was ABHIJEET...
"DAYA..!" abhijeet called him... his call had a different concern... love indeed... and everything which it should have..
But with this call... daya got startled loudly... he immediately wiped his tears... put the watch in his pocket... nd turned slowly to face him... but no... he didn't face him.. he kept his neck down... he now had a habit not to make any eyes contact with abhijeet... this behavior was actually reserved for just some people of his life...
"hmm...!" he simply hummed focusing his eyes on the latter's right hand... which had a bunch of keys entangled in his first finger... proving him that the time had come to leave this school.. this life.. nd to enter the other phase...
"chalein..? (after a pause) tumhara samaan rakh diya h gadi mei..!" abhi politely nd lovingly asked him... who till now had not shifted his gaze from the key chain...
"hmm..." he again hummed... yeaa.. he used to just humm in front of him... nd also in front of someone else, whom he was about to be taken to... but why..? okay, lets not pierce his wound now, let us leave it to the correct time..
both brothers covered the distance to the car, which was a very few steps to abhijeet.. but for daya, it was like experiencing the deadly Ayahuasca once with each proceeding step...
SOME OTHER SIDE: A BIG HOUSE:-
A middle aged man was roaming continuously from one end to the other... just in front of the main big gate... his forehead were filled with some happy yet tensed lines... but.. why was he tensed? and we already hv a person to ask this question to him...
"praduman..? kya hua bhai..!? yeh ese evening walk kyu kr rhe ho..?" someone asked him while taking seat on the front couch...
"kuch nhi yr sakunkhe..!" acp praduman answered him with irritation..
"are yr... boss... (sal. came to him) tumhare dono beto ko yaha MUMBAI pohonchne mei abhi bhi ek ghanta h... aur tb tk toh tumhara kafi weight loss ho jayega..." sal. teased him nd laughed only by himself...
"dekh.. (warning tone) abhi mera mazaak ka man nhi h bilkul.. tu chup chap vaha couch pr bethe reh.." acp snubbed him with a tenseful tone... his tone had some fear.. some fear which his friend had already caught...
"tum chinta mat kro praduman..! sab theek hi hoga.." sal. tried to relief him a bit.. but
"kaise theek hoga sab..? haan..? dono kitne time baad aa rha h... ABHI pure do saal baad laut rha h... khair mujhe abhijeet ki fikr nhi h yr.. voh sb smjhta h.. (tense tone) lekin mera CHUBBY... kya voh mujhe smjh payega salunkhe..? voh toh pure chaar saal baad ghar laut rha h.. ya kehna chahiye ki ye uski majburi h..."
acp sadly nd tensely completed... while salunkhe felt sad for his friend in such a pain... but nothing was in their hand.. it was a possibility that his fear might come true... so.. he simply tried to lighten the moment
"tum bohot darte ho yr... kya tumhe apne abhi pr bharosa nhi h?" sal. asked him...
"khud se jyada bharosa h.. lekin..." acp simply answered but was cut by
"lekin wekin kuch nhi yr... dekhna tum.. tumhara abhijeet bilkul phle jaise chubby ko waps layega... aur phir hum ek team bnake tumhe bohot pareshan krenge..!" sal. tried to make his buddy smile a bit.. nd he was succeful in doing so.. but in deep his heart, he also had the same fear... the same, a kinda, guilt..!
so FRIENDS... its all for today... i hope that i hv met ur expectations in writing a trio plot.. nd yeah do suggest me, if a did COMMITED ANY mistake... it is gonna be a emotional plot.. so i hope ki apko psnd aaya hoga...
next chapter will contain duo moments.. acp-nd-duo moments.. such a silly preview.. isn't it..? hehehe...
AB JLDI JLDI REVIEW BHI KR DO... plsss... *puppy_eyes* plsss...
THANK U FOR VISITING...
#STAYHAPPY
REGARDS
TD