So sorry for such late but due to my network errors, I was unable to enter in fanfiction. Even I could not attend any of my classes too. My exam will take place in next week. I don't know what to do.
NOW HAVE A HAPPY READING….
PART 1(D)
The Total Destruction Of My Story
Abhijeet looked up towards them and his face got paled. He threw away the doll, which he was playing with and grabbed the backrest of the bed tightly. He closed his eyes tightly and shouted in scare…
Abhijeet: kau… kaun ho aap log? Mujhe… mujhe mat maro… maine kuch nahin kiya hain… (turning away his head in scare)… Rahul yeh log kaun hain?
Daya rushed to him and grabbed him tightly by his arms with a shocking yet painful…
Daya: Abhijeet hum hain… Main hoon… tumhara bhai… aur ACP sir bhi hain… woh dekho….
Abhijeet jerked himself away from him while screaming in pain and fear…
Abhijeet: chodo mujhe… main nahin janta tumhe… Ra… Rahul kahan hain? Usne kaha tha ki who khelega mere saath?... (opening his eyes to search Dr Rahul)… kahan hain woh?
ACP sir(in shocked tone): Abhijeet kya hua hain tumhe?
Abhijeet(in scare): kaun Abhijeet? Main nahin janta kisi Abhijeet ko….
Daya(in helpless tone): Abhijeet tum ho boss… tum hi ho Abhijeet…
Abhijeet(in lost tone): main hoon Abhijeet? Kya pata! Mujhe to kuch yaad hi nahin hain… (picking up the doll)… mujhe to yeh bas yeh yaad hain… (hugging the doll in his chest)… pata hain, yeh mera dost hain… mera best friend hain yeh… maloom hain iska ek naam bhi rakha hain maine….
Now ACP sir came towards him and fondled his head gently, which made Abhijeet flinch a little bit. He said in a soft loving tone…
ACP sir: accha? Kya naam hain iska?
Abhijeet(with a sweet and innocent smile): Daya!
This one word made ACP sir's face got paled while Daya bit his lips tightly in order to suppress those bitter sobs which was burning, both of throat and eyes simultaneously. ACP sir managed to smile softly and said in a loving tone….
ACP sir: lekin Abhijeet, yeh Daya nahin hain… (Abhijeet frowned)… Daya to woh hain… woh dekho… (pointing towards Daya)… wahan hain Daya…
Abhijeet(in stubborn tone): nahin… woh mera dost nahin hain… (showing him the doll)… yeh hain mera dost… woh ganda hain… (while fondling the doll's head)… yeh accha hain… (kissing him)… mera pyara Daya…
At that point, Daya rushed out from the room by covering his face with his palms. ACP sir and Abhijeet could hear the soft sound of his sobbing which made ACP sir's eyes moist again but today Abhijeet did not pay any heed to this, he continued to play with the doll, which resembled a cute little boy with white complexion.
ACP sir now looked towards Abhijeet once, who was busy to play with the doll, and then come out from the room to search Daya, whom he found standing in the corridor, covering his face by his palms, weeping silently.
On the other hand, Daya was unable to suppress his tears anymore. The disobedient tear drops were continuously rolling down by his cheeks. He had never expected to be the witness of such a day in his life again when his brother was unable to identify him again. He was feeling too much guilty. The guilt of bringing Abhijeet here such forcefully was haunting him again and again. Abhijeet's helplessness, his tears, his continuous begging for not sending him here was continuously ringing in his ears. That shocked expression, those trembling lips were hitting his heart like sharp spears. He was feeling numb. He felt that Abhijeet's inability to recognize him was laughing at him madly. Each and every fingers present in the world was raised towards him, blaming him for his brother's this condition. This condition of Abhijeet was only due to him. If he had succeed to stop ACP sir from sending Abhijeet in the asylum, then nothing like this could have happened. He had lost Abhijeet… only due to his own fault.
Feeling a soft hand over his shoulder, he turned back and saw ACP sir was standing there with moist eyes. He immediately hugged his father figure tightly and whispered….
Daya: yeh sab kya ho gaya sir? Abhi… Abhijeet ka yeh kya halat ban gaya hain? Woh to hume pehchaan hi nahin paa raha hain… aur aapne dekha na, woh kaise us gudde ko lekar khel raha tha? Woh use Daya manta hain jab ki main uske pass hi hoon! Woh mujhe chod kar us gudde ko apna manta hain…
ACP sir: tum pareshan mat hona Daya… dekhna sab kuch theek ho jayega… sab bilkul pehle ko tarah ho jayega… phir se humare beech senior inspector Abhijeet banke khada hoga… yeh sab hona… yeh sab hona pehle se hi likha tha uske saath… honi ko kaun tal sakta hain Daya? Iske peeche koi to zimmedar nahin hain….
At that moment, a firm voice came from behind them as…
Voice: ab bhi yeh hi kahenge aap ACP sir?
Both turned behind to find Dr Rahul was standing there with a firm expression stuck over his face. Daya separated himself from the embrace of ACP sir while ACP sir said in confused tone….
ACP sir: kya kehna chahte ho tum Rahul?
Dr Rahul: main yeh hi kehna chahta hoon ACP sir ki kya aapko ab bhi yeh hi lagta hain ki is sabke peeche koi bhi zimmedar nahin hain? Waqai aisa lagta hain aapko
ACP sir: kaun hain iske peeche ka zimmedar?
Dr Rahul( in strong tone): aap hain is sab ke peeche ka zimmedar?
ACP sir(in shocked shout): RAHUL!...
Dr Rahul(in firm tone): chillane se kuch saabit nahin hota hain ACP sir… yeh sab sirf aur sird aapke wajah se hi hua hain… aapne hi to zor jabardasti se bheja tha na Abhijeet ko yahan? Ab kaun lega Abhijeet ka is halat ka zimmedari? Woh rota raha, girgirata raha lekin aapne uski ek na suni… ab kyun yahan khade hoke magar mach ki aansoo baha rahe hain aap dono? Bureau jaiye, party kijiye… aap logo ka maksad to pura hua na? Abhijeet naam ka bojh to hat gaya hain sar par se!
Daya(in anger): bas karo Rahul! Kya bole jaa rahe ho? ACP sir ne aisa kiya kyun ki woh Abhijeet ka bhalai chahte the!
Dr Rahul: to ho gaya na bhalai? Khushiyan manaiye…
Daya: Abhijeet hum par kabhi bojh nahin tha Rahul… hum Abhijeet ko bilkul pehle jaisa banayenge ek baar phir se… use kuch nahin hoga…
Dr Rahul: tum to chup hi raho Daya… sharam nahin aa raha hain kehte huye? Abhijeet ne zindagi mein sabse zyada bharosa tum par kiya tha… lekin tumne kya kiya? Use akela chod diya jab use tumhari zaroorat tha… humesha se hi to aisa karte aaye ho… haan ek baar jab uski yaaddash jane ke baad ek aurat ka qatal ka ilzaam laga tha tab saath diya tha uska (Abhijeet khatre mein series)… lekin ek dusra case batao jab tumne uska khulke saath diya? Shayad ek baar bhi nahin… aur is baar bhi nahin…
ACP sir and Daya looked towards each other and then ACP sir said in low tone…
ACP sir: mera irada galat nahin tha Rahul… main to bas itna chahta tha ki Abhijeet ki wajah se kisi ka koi nuksan na ho…
Dr Rahul: kya saboot hain aapke pas ki is sab ke peeche Abhijeet ya uski dimagi halat hi hain? Kisi ne dekha hain use kuch karte hain? Nahin na? Phir? Aap aise kaise bina saboot ke kisi par itna zulm kar sakte hain? Aaj Abhijeet ki is halat ka zimmedar sirf aap hain… sirf aur sirf aap… so please, aap dono ab yahan se jaiye… Abhijeet ne mujhse kaha hain ki aap dono ko yahan se jane ke liye keh doon…. Aur agar aap dono yahan se nahin gaye to mujhe majbooran police ko call karna padega…
ACP sir and Daya looked towards each other and then left towards the stairs after having a glance of Abhijeet's cabin door. Dr Rahul remained starring towards their way for some moments and then entered in Abhijeet's room, silently.
Here, ACP sir and Daya reached in duo's house and threw themselves on the sofa. Both were feeling tired. Not physically, but mentally too. Today, they had to watch their most dear relative in such a miserable condition, but they were unable to help him. The reason behind Abhijeet's this condition was they themselves, they could not deny this fact.
Some tear drops rolled down from the corner of Daya's eyes as he his mind was continuously revolving back to the scene when he and ACP sir compelled his brother to go to the mental asylum. His shocked gesture, his helpless, his fear, his requests were continuously pinching his heart continuously. Abhijeet's painful voice, his hurtful gesture was continuously hitting him. He was feeling so suffocated! Perhaps he had supported him, then nothing like this could have happened. He lost his brother.
He came out from his trance with ACP sir's voice. His senior was saying in soft tone….
ACP sir: tum pareshan mat ho Daya… kuch nahin hoga Abhijeet ko… hum sab milke use theek kar denge…. Main hoon na?
Daya sat up straight with a jerk. He looked towards him with straight gaze. A hot iron piece was burning down his heart with extreme pain, in which his tears were getting evaporated while his mind was getting hell irritated. He said in a firm yet chewing tone….
Daya: ACP sir… will you please keep your bloody mouth shut?
Today he did not address him only as sir as he was not his father figure anymore. He was only his senior and today he felt no love or fondness towards this man. Only the sight of this man was making him irritated and angry. The miserable condition of the only relative of him, which he had to see only just some hours ago, which giving birth to a raw, painful burning fire in his heart which made him say something more as….
Daya: khud nuksan karke khud hi bharpayi karne ki koshish aap na hi kare to hi behtar hoga….
ACP sir(in shock): Daya… yeh kya keh rahe ho tum?
Daya: main sahi keh raha hoon ACP sir… aaj mere bhai ki jo bhi halat hain woh sirf aapke wajah se hain… aapki zid, aapki ego aur aapki ghamand ke wajah se… aapne Abhi ko kabhi insan samjha hi nahin…. Woh aapke sirf ek machine tha… aapki demand puri karne ki machine… ab ho gaya na aapki demand puri? Ab to hum par rehem kijiye aap…mujhe aapni haal par chod dijiye… aap please yahan se chale jaiye… warna main aapko kuch ulta sidha bol dunga… jo ki main nahin chahta….
ACP sir remained starring towards him for some moments and then left the house silently. A silent tear rolled down from his eyes as his heart was burning down in the pain of losing his both sons together. He was feeling guilty. The incident of sending Abhijeet forcefully was continuously appearing in his mind, which was making his eyes again and again. He was suddenly felling that there was certainly any mistake done in this long calculation of life. He was really feeling ashamed of his own deeds… he was ashamed of himself.
The next morning, both ACP sir and Daya received a phone call from the asylum which informed a common news to them. The common news was:
ABHIJEET WAS MISSING FROM THE ASYLUM!
The End of Part 1
Part 2(A)
Picking up a Blank White Paper
When ACP sir and Daya reached the asylum, the security guard stopped them and informed…
Security Guard: Dr Rahul ne aapko unki chamber mein bulaya hain… unke pass aapke liye ek bohot hi important information hain…
ACP sir and Daya exchanged a confused gaze with each other and then rushed towards Dr Rahul's chamber where they found him sitting with an annoyed face. Daya rushed towards him in anger and shouted….
Daya: kya hua? Dekha hum par bharosa na karne ka anjaam? Agar tum hume yahan se bhej na dete to aisa kuch bhi nahin hota… aaj agar Abhi ko kuch ho gaya na to uska zimmedar sirf tum honge Rahul….
Rahul now looked up towards him and then signaled them to sit down while taking out a memory card from the pocket of his coat. He attached it with his laptop and said in calm tone…
Dr Rahul: yeh memory card mujhe Abhijeet ke pillow ke neeche mila… shayad woh ise saath lekar hi aaya tha… maine dekha hain iski contents ko…. Yeh memory card aapko is case ko solve karne ke liye bohot madad karega… isse hi shayad pata chal jayega aapko ki Abhijeet ke saath aakhir hua kya tha aur shayad yeh bhi pata chal jayega ki woh ab kahan hain?
He opened the content of the memory card and ACP sir and Daya saw that it was video in it along with a word file. Dr Rahul played the video and turned the laptop towards ACP sir and Daya. But the video was enough to made the both speechless in shock. They became just hell stunned. The content of the videos was just unbelievable.
END OF THE CHAPTER
So what might be the content of the video? Why they both got shocked? Why Dr Rahul is so calm? Where is Abhijeet? Is he kidnapped? Or he has escaped from the hospital? Will he recover from the mental illness? Will he ever regain his actual form? What is the real mystery? Who is doing all these? Will Abhijeet forgive CID? Stay tuned to know more.
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It is going to be the final disclosure about the criminal and his weapon too. I am too excited to write it.
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