Chapter 3
A/N: Hi guys. Hope you all are doing well. Thank you to all the reviewers and the silent readers for supporting me.
Guys this is a very unique story with many new things. Soo try to understand. Ok. Love you all. Keep supporting me. Do review on you are the reason too.
Acp sir was sitting in his room, deeply drowned in his thoughts. He was confused that what to do and what not to do. He was worried about his both sons. After losing his own son, he knew well that how it feels like, losing someone who is very close to you. Abhijeet and Daya both were like sons to him. He can't bare to lose any of them.
"Ye Hq wale hamien kuch bata kyun nahi rahe hain. Kahin waqai Daya ko kuch ho tun ahi gaya." That horrible thought shivered him to the core. He took a deep breath in order to calm himself down. Just then his phone starts ringing. He, without looking at the caller Id picked up the phone.
"Hello." He tried to act normal.
"Hello ACP sahab. Main Hq ka head Kabir baat kar raha hoon. (in angry tone) Bataye ke Abhijeet kahan hai."
"Woh tu apne ghar par hoga (after thinking something) Ohhh...acha tu aap us ki us subah wali larayi ke bare mein baat kar rahin hain. (in soft tone) Kabir sir, mein us ki jagah aap se maafi maang raha hun. Woh abhi naadan hai aur Daya ko leke pareshaan bhi (after saying Daya's name his heart pinched but he hurriedly composed himself).
"Mein us bare mein baat nahi kar raha hun. Aap jaante hain us ne kiya kiya hai. (in a bit loud tone) Us ne hamare computers hack kar ke sari information chura li hai."
"Kiya? (Acp sir exclaimed) Sir aisa kaise ho sakta hai. Yaqeenan aap ko koi ghalat fehmi ho gayi hai. (he tried to sound confident) Aur sir, maaf kijiye ga par aap ke paas kiya sabot hai ke yeh sab ussi ne kiya hai." He tried his best to save his son from this situation.
"Aap ab bhi sabot maang rahe hain Acp sahab. Subah sab kuch aap ke saamne hua tha. Kis tarah us ne hamien dhamki di thi ke woh Daya ko bachane ke liye kisi bhi had tak jaye ga aur dekhein us ne jo kaha tha woh us ne kiya." Anger was clearly visible through his voice.
"Sir woh aisa kabhi nahi kare ga, ye sab sirf aik itefaaq hai… is se zyada kuch nahi. (Acp sir was not believing it but somewhere in his heart he felt that he is hearing the truth) Acha sir aap thora wait kijiye main us se baat karta hun kyunke mujhe is bare mein kuch nahi pata….and he cut the call without hearing the answer.
He without wasting a second dialled Abhijeet's number, which he didn't pick up in the first two attempts but he received it third time and started the conversation with
"Ji sir boliye kia hua." He sounds normal.
"Abhijeet mujhe tum se phoochna tha ke (he stopped for a minute and started listening carefully) Tum drive kar rahe ho. (tensely) Is waqt kahan ja rahe ho tum."
"Shehr se bahar. (keeping his tone normal) Aap ko kiya lagta hai computers hack karne ke baad, sari information mil jaane ke baad mein wahin rukon ga take who log mujhe aa ke pakar lein."
"Abhijeet. Mujhe yaqeen nahi aaraha. Kia waqai tum ne yeh kiya hai." Acp sir asked not believing it.
"Han sir. Bachpan mein aik mahawara suna tha ke jab ghee seedhi ungli se na nikle tu ungli tehri kar leni chahiye. Maine bhi wahi kiya."
"Kyun bache, aisa kyun kiya tum ne. Jaante ho na ke who tumhein cid se nikal sakte hain." Acp sir sounds like a tensed and worried father.
"Aap ko tu maaloom hai sir ke maine aisa kyun kiya hai. Kiya aap ko pata hai ke Hq waloon ne hum se kia chupaya hai. (adding in anger and fear) Daya aur us ke 4 saathi jo mission pe gaye the. Un mein se teen ki maut ho chuki hai. Sirf Daya aur Gautam bache hain. Jin ke bare mein unhein kuch pata nahi. Aur jahan tak baat mujhe cid se nikalne ki hai tu, mujhe is se koi farq nahi parta jab tak ke mujhe Daya nahi mil jata mein wapis nahi aaon ga. Bata di jiye ga un logon ko."
He cut the call and threw his phone on the passenger seat. The anger on HQ department and the fear of losing Daya made him drive the car in more than normal speed. He was driving car, harshly while taking sharp turns. A memory flashes in his mind.
"Boss, wish me luck. Kal mein mission par jaa raha hun na." Daya excitedly told Abhijeet who was busy in packing his stuff.
"Meri duaaien tu har waqt tere sath hein." He smiled on his cute demand. "Acha suno, jab mauka mile call kerna."
"Bhai sahab, mein mission par jaa raha hoon. Kisi vacation par nahi jo wahan se call karon. (looking at him with the corner of his eyes) Tum kia jano mission par kia hota hai."
"Han bhai. Aap tu mahan hain. Kaho tu statue of liberty hatwa ke wahan tumhari murti lagwa doon." Abhijeet asked him while joining hands in front of him.
"Idea bura nahi hai. I like it."
"Chalo ab jaldi so jabhi tu subha jaldi utho ge. (Daya throw an irritated glance on him and went to his room.) Apna khayal rakhna. (Abhijeet murmurs under his breath. He was not feeling good but je don't want to make Daya worry too).
Abhijeet stopped the car with a jerk. He was breathing heavily with sweat drops on his forehead. That was the last time he saw Daya. Last? Was that really the last time? No, he will use all his strength to find Daya, his brother, his friend, the reason of his life.
….
….
In a village, A man was lying on a charpai. He was injured but the harshest injury was the one which made him forget that who is he? Why is he here? What happened to him? He tried to think and some flashes came infront of him. Like two people getting beaten and an injection and rods.
An Ahhhh…. A painful one escaped from his mouth. The old man came running to him and asked in pure concern as "Beta kai zyada dard ho raha hai."
"Mmm...Mein kaun hoon. (he was looking panic. He looked towards the man and asked) Ap kaun ho?
"Beta mera naam tu Ramu hai. Tumhara naam kia hai." The man replied simply.
"Mera naam…Mera naam…. (he holds his head while closing his eyes in pain) Mujhe kuch yaad nahi aaraha."
"Acha tum abhi aaram karo. Tumhare ghaw abhi taze hain."
The man closes his eyes while mumbling... "Mein kaun hoon."