Happy Birthday Daya sir. Wish you a many many happy returns of the day.
Here is a treat for you all in his Birthday.
NOW HAVE A HAPPY READING...
PART 2(C)
Selecting A Pen
It was a small and dark room consisting only a chair in it, in which a figure was seemed to be tied with ropes tightly. The bent down head of the figure was giving the proof of his unconscious state. Another shadowy figure was seemed to be standing beside the chair with something held in his hand.
All of a sudden the light of the room lit up and ACP sir saw, in the video, that the figure who was sitting there in unconscious state, was none other than Abhijeet! The figure beside him was still standing there, but his face was not visible as it was covered by a skull shaped mask. But he could hear the man's voice along with his cruel laughter. He said in sharp, merciless voice...
Man: Abhijeet ko aise dekhke dhakka lag raha haina ACP? Dukh bhi ho raha haina? Parantu kyun? CID Mumbai ke boss, the stone hearted ACP Pradyuman ko ek pagal dimagi mariz ke liye dukh kyun ho raha hain? Tumhe to tumhara har ek officer bilkul perfect chahiye na? To ab kyun pareshan ho rahe ho iske liye? Yeh to ab kisi kaam ka nahin hain... ek dum pagal ho chuka hain... pata hain tumhe?... (with a laugh)... yeh na mujhe uncle keh raha tha!... can you imagine? Senior inspector Abhijeet mujhe, ek criminal ko uncle keh raha tha? What a joke!
He again burst out in laughter burst which made ACP sir's eyes red in anger. The man now took out a gun and pointed it towards Abhijeet's head with a ruthless...
Man: janta hoon ki tum ab gusse mein laal ho rahe honge... magar ab koi faida nahin... agar tum apne is officer cum bete ko zinda dekhna chahte ho to... to Daya ko lekar aaj raat dus baje apne ghar ke saamne khade rehna... aur haan aur ek baat... agar mujhe pata chala ki tumhari team follow kar raha hain tumhe ya tum aur Daya apne saath koi tracker lekar aaye ho, to usi pal mera tumhara nata khatam... agle din apne ghar ke bahar... (indicating towards unconscious Abhijeet)... iski lash dekhne ke liye taiyar rehna... aur yeh bhi yaad rakhna ki asaan maut nahin dunga main ise... tadpa tadpake marunga... itni dard dunga ise ki tum... samajh rahe ho na tum? Good Bye ACP... jald milenge...
ACP sir looked towards Daya with firm gaze who too was starring towards him with same gaze present in his eyes. They shared a conversation through their eyes, silently.
At 10 PM of the same night Daya and ACP sir was seemed to be standing in front of ACP sir's house with anxious faces. Daya was looking quite impatient while ACP sir was silent, looking guilty. Suddenly he said in anxious tone...
ACP sir: pata nahin Abhijeet kis haal mein hoga? Woh kidnapper pata nahin us par kitna zulm kar raha hoga... mujhe uski bohot chinta ho rahi hain...
Daya(in low tone): kash yeh chinta hume pehle huyi hoti to aaj shayad yeh din na dekhna padta hume... hum yeh kabhi mana nahin kar sakte ki aaj Abhijeet ka jo bhi halat hain uska zimmedar hum log hi hain... humne hi use jor jabardasti se yahan asylum mein bheje the... woh ro raha tha, chilla raha tha, vinti kar raha tha lekin humne uska ek na suni... bhej diya use yahan... kya pata, aaj woh agar ghar par hota to yeh sab hota bhi ya nahin... tab Abhijeet bhi theek hota... kam se kam woh apna bachav to kar pata...
ACP sir was about to say something when both felt a sweet smile in the air. He felt that his eyes were getting heavy while his head was getting light. He looked towards Daya and found him in the similar condition. He was feeling dizzy. A nauseous feeling trapped his nerves into it's tight grip as he fell down on the ground, unconscious.
When ACP sir gained back his consciousness he found himself in sitting position, with his wrists tightly tethered with the arms of the chair. He jerked his head a bit to get his vision cleared and then looked around himself to have a look about his condition.
He was sitting inside a hall while Daya too was sitting in another chair, and surprisingly enough, he was not tied. His sitting position was clearly was indicating that he was still unconscious. ACP sir called him in weak and soft voice, with the hope to wake him up...
ACP sir: Daya... Daya...
But Daya did not show any signs of being conscious. ACP sir jerked his head disappointedly and tried to free himself by shaking his hands but it was of no use. The ropes were enough tight and ACP sir himself was not feeling such strong now. He sighed and began to wait for anyone to come to meet him.
After some minutes, the door got opened and three shadowy figure entered the room. ACP sir sat straight and made his face firm. As the first man entered in the enlightened area, ACP sir found him to be the skull masked man. So he asked in a firm chewing tone...
ACP sir: Abhijeet kahan hain?
In response, the man just turned, grabbed the second man's hand and threw him towards ACP sir while the third person went to Daya's chair and pointed a gun towards his head. The second man landed near ACP sir and groaned in pain as...
Man: ahhhhhh!
ACP sir looked towards him with a jerk as he knew that he could never mistake to recognize that ever known majestic voice. He whispered in shock...
ACP sir: Abhijeet!
Abhijeet looked up towards in scare and then, all of a sudden, hid his face into ACP sir's lap with...
Abhijeet: mujhe bacha lijiye uncle... yeh log bohot bure hain... mujhe bohot marte hain... mujhe bohot dard hota hain uncle... aap mujhe yahan se le jaiye... phir main aapka accha baccha banke rahunga... main to ek good boy hoon na?
ACP sir(in teary tone): haan Abhijeet... tum ek good boy hi ho beta... accha ek kaam karo, mera haath khol do...
Abhijeet nodded and then slowly untied ACP sir's hands. ACP sir stood up from the chair and grabbed Abhijeet near him, as if he was protecting his most precious gemstone. The masked man, who was watching all these silently till then, now began to clap loudly and said...
Man: bhai wah! Kya pyar hain baap bete mein! Yeh hi tadap... yeh hi tadap to mujhe dekhna tha tumhare aankhon mein ACP... jitna dard tumne mujhe diya tha, aaj tumhare aankhon mein bhi utna hi dard hain...
ACP sir(in anger): kaun ho tum? Kyun badla lena chahte ho tum mujhse?
Man(in anger and hatred): sirf tumse nahin... is Abhijeet se bhi badla lena chahte hoon main...
ACP sir: parantu kyun?
Man(in hatred): woh isliye kyun ki tum dono ke wajah se mere bete ko phansi huyi thi... aur aaj tum and tumhare bete ke saath jo bhi hoga woh hi hoga mera badla...
At the same moment, ACP sir heard a minute groan from Daya's side and looked towards him. His face got brightened in the hope which the man noticed and he burst out laughter with a teasing...
Man: zyada umeed mat lagwao ACP... asli tamasha to ab shuru hone wala hain... tumhe pata hain peechle kuch dino se CID team ke saath jo kuch bhi ho raha hain woh Abhijeet nahin balki Daya kar raha tha... dekhoge kaise?
He took out his mobile from his pocket and dialled a number. In the very next moment, Daya's mobile, which was lying on a table nearby, rang loudly... but wait! wait!... not in regular ringtone... but in a sweet dizzying music. And Daya?
ACP sir looked in horror that Daya, who was now opening his eyes slowly, now completely shut his eyes and his body fell down in the chair again, like a lifeless body. ACP sir stepped towards him with an anxious...
ACP sir: Daya!
Man: chinta mat karo ACP... bas kuch palon ko baat hain!... abhi theek ho jayega...
And he was right!
Daya opened his eyes again as soon as he finished his words and stood up with a jerk. His eyes were wide open with no gaze present in them. They were completely blank! And his face was expressionless as if he was not a human being, but a fair complexioned life sized doll. The man smiled evilly and whispered...
Man: shabbash Daya!... ab us admi ke haathon se woh gun le lo...
Daya nodded positively and then walked to the man, standing near him, in equal measured lifeless steps and took the gun from his hands. The man again spoke up, but now in an excited tone...
Man: bohot khub Daya! Ab gun ko tumhare saamne khada hua us buddhe admi ki taraf modo... aur uski seene ki taraf nishana lagao... ekdum pass aake...
Daya walked towards ACP sir with same slow, measured yet lifeless steps while ACP sir pushed away Abhijeet from him as he did not want Abhijeet to get harmed during all these. He then began to walk behind with a desperate shout as...
ACP sir: Daya hosh mein aao... Daya kya kar rahe ho tum? Daya main ACP sir hoon... tumhara ACP sir... tumhare pita... Daya!
Man(with a evil laugh): ab aa raha hain maza... Daya goli chalao... bohot natak ho chuka hain is budde ka... fire!
Daya nodded with the same expressionless face and pressed the trigger.
BOOM!
The sound of the gun was followed by a loud painful groan as "ahhhhhh" and then it was followed by a painful shocked whisper as...
"Daya!"
END OF THE CHAPTER
So what might have happened? Who got shot? Who uttered the whisper? Did Daya really shoot ACP sir? What will CID team do to rescue trio? What will be the next step of the kidnapper? Will trio survive? How? Will Abhijeet be alright again? Or he would have to remain the same for his whole life, if he managed to survive? If he cured, will he forgive ACP sir and team? Stay tuned to know more.
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