Acha for this story Daya is not in his gentle giant abtar but if anyone remember him from his very first appearance in CID, wearing a coat innocent face. I don't know the epi name but I can find the image if anyone wants. Ab is story may Daya usi type dekhta hey. And Abhijeet looks like just before Tasha era.

So lagvag 9 years difference

Duo sun yea Daya ka role hi to plot twist hey so can't reveal BTW mujhe ek baat batao apko mere story bahut kharap lagta hey kya? Mera jo beta reader hey and also my inspiration and my fav critics usko apne aisa kyu kaha ki wo mere stry ka criticism krna chor dey…k mujhe nahi pata why you say so but ager unhone guide nahi kiya sayed mein story na kar pau..mera incomplete story bhi isliye incomplete hey bcz she was not comfy with that.. So ager apko mere story se prob hey to direct bolo

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To even if this don't reach your expectations please spare a minute to read.


''Happiness is nothing more than good health and a bad memory'' -Albert Schweitzer

When Abhijeet woke up again, it was to the muffled voices of what sounded like an argument outside his door. He couldn't make out what was being said but he suspected one of the voices belong to the person who was with him in the morning.

Abhijeet tried to sit up, and only managed a pathetic motion that jolted his battered body. He realized that he wasn't in the same place he was in earlier, for one; he wasn't attached to a heart monitor anymore, and this room was more spacious than the previous one.

His right arm was hooked to an IV line, and on the same side, an uncomfortable looking plastic chair sat unoccupied. There was a window that informed him of the nightfall, and a small door, which he assumed led to a bathroom. The left side by his bed was taken up by a small nightstand, and someone had placed fresh flowers for him there, alongside a jug of water and a glass.

The conversation outside died and as the door handle turned, he felt like the time slowed down, his heart beats were loud in his ears but they weren't fast. He was scared; scared of meeting whoever was behind the door and not recognizing him. May be his brother whom he can't recall.

The door opened, and in walked a lean but tall boy nearly 6 feet with exhaustion etched into every feature of his face, shoulders slumped down. He looked like a deer caught in a trap when he locked eyes with Abhijeet, as if he had no clue how to act..

the boy was frozen in spot. Abhijeet searched his mind for anything, desperately trying to recall anything that might connect him to the angel standing at the foot of his bed. He came out empty handed.

He looked at the boy carefully.

He looked younger than him by about 7-8 years at least.. So may be this is the brother he is missing in his mind.

"ehhh" he started lamely

But that was enough to snap the boy out of his haze.

''Abhi'' He wheezed, then he marched the rest of the space between them, carelessly throwing himself at Abhijeet

''Abhi'' Abhijeet grunted under the boy's weight, in a normal condition Abhijeet wouldn't have a problem supporting the skinny boy, but his whole body was aching.

''I'm sorry!'' The boy jerked back, cheeks burning up with embarrassment.

Abhijeet found his lips curving at the enduring boy, who smiled back at him shyly. Abhijeet swallowed, time to bite the bullet.

''Who are you?''

The boy paled, blinking at Abhijeet several times. He stared and stared then shook his head, he took in a shuddering breath; trying to compose himself, and failed miserably. He was trembling like a leaf as if scared for his life, hesitating on the words every time his lips parted to let them out.

Abhijeet felt something crushing his inside

''Daya'' The boy finally said.

Abhijeet remembered Rocky's words '"aur tumhara Bhai…Daya"

''Listen, wo Daya…mein...'' He had no idea what he was supposed to say. What would he tell the stranger at his hospital bed who said he was his brother? Yeah, no. Nothing came to mind.

Luckily, the door to the room opened, and the doctor from this morning entered. He gave Abhijeet a smile and stood beside his bed

"to aap kaise feel kr rahe hey ab?"

"awesome" he replied sarcastically

But there's truth in there

his head wasn't aching like it was when he first woke up, and despite the discomfort of the bandage around his head and whatever the fuck was plastered on his cheek, he was mostly okay.

''Mr. Srivastav, you have been in a car accident around this time yesterday. Do you remember anything?'' The doctor asked.

''No.''

The doctor nodded and explained to Abhijeet how he got here, his current condition regarding physical injury and his amnesia.

''We can't know for sure how bad it is,'' Doctor Shroff informed him apologetically. ''I need you to answer some questions for me. Are you up for it?''

''Sure.''

The doctor started asking him what he considered to be bullshit questions, his full name, his current address, his occupation. All of which is unknown to him. He was also asked to repeat some weird ass sentences, which he answered and the doctor nodded at him.

He sat emotionless through another agonizing half an hour of questions - during which Daya has sat down beside him and unknowingly had held his hand dutifully - the doctor declared that yes he had indeed lost his memories

Then moved out with instruction to take it easy or whatever.

The doctor then turned to Daya and explained to him what Abhijeet needed in the upcoming days. He told them, with a somewhat genuine regret, that Abhijeet was not going to get his memory back.

''We'll see if you can eat so we can remove the IV. We'll keep you overnight to monitor your vitals, if all is well, you'll be able to go home tomorrow,''

Doctor Shroff babbled some more about when to remove the stitches on the back of his head, but he toned him out, focusing entirely on the newly discovered relation… a big brother…he is a big brother.. So he must have few responsibility.. His kid brother is around 21-22.. So he must be a responsible adult.

But what.. How.. Does anyone have a handbook about how to cope with relations when you don't know about them even about yourself.

He came back from his musings hearing "Abhi tum thik ho?"

Abhi… so his brother calls him Abhi not bhaiya.. No this is not the most important things to be bothered with now but his mind got stuck with that.

He looked at Daya who is looking at him with wide expressive eyes which has concern fear and tiredness in it. He is still waiting for the answers.. Right

"to tum mujhe Abhi bulate ho.."

Daya looked confused then nodded and answered in a small voice "wo mummy papa tumhe bachpan mey Abhi bulate they to meine wo pick kr liya..fir kabhie change nahi kiya.."

"tumhara aur mera difference.. Mtlb age.."

"8 years 5months"

Abhijeet nodded

After a uncomfortable stretch of silence Abhijeet started "tum apne bareme kuch bataoge..mtlb I know this is weird per…"

Daya was sitting uncomfortably in the chair now shifted for what seemed tenth time "mere bareme…apne bareme nahi puchke mere bareme puchu rahe ho?"

Abhijeet shifted a bit, "tumhare bareme janunga to apne bareme kuch to automatic jan jaunga na…"

Daya opened his mouth but looked away again then started fidgeting with his hands "you're taking this well"

Abhijeet sighed "nahi…sach kahu to I'm panicking.. But panic will not help me..I feel like I'm going to have a meltdown. But nervous breakdown is never a solution"

Daya smiled ruefully "you and your logic..mujhe to lagta hey duniya khatam hone ko hoga aur tum logical way mey end kaise ho Sakta hey wo sochoge"

Abhijeet can't help it..he burst out laughing..

Daya looked up…and kept staring at his face as if he is seeing something entirely foreign…

Abhijeet controlled himself and asked "Kya kabhie haste nahi dekha kya mujhe?"

Daya looked down and shifted in his chair, looking for all the world like he wanted the ground to open up and swallow him.

Then started in a flow.

''We had a fight two days ago, and I left the house. Spent the night at a friend's place, I didn't know you were that angry. I mean we have fights all the time and I thought...nahi not thought.. Mein sure tha tum call karoge aur permission de doge…yea wapas bula loge..'' Daya stopped talking suddenly, taking deep calming breaths. Abhijeet remembered Rocky mentioning something like that but he want to hear in details.. He continued looking at Daya expectantly

Daya started again "per tumne call nahi kiya..I was so angry..mein expedition ke liye nikal gaya…wo to woha Rocky ka call aya to…tum humesha mujhe studies fir business uss planned road mey dekhna cahte they aur mein…free spirit"

Abhijeet nodded "koi bhi bara bhai yeahi cahega na?"

Daya looked at Abhijeet and nodded slowly then looked down. Abhijeet can't see his face but can feel the soft shiver in his body.

"Daya…Kya parte ho tum?"

"kuch..nahi.." Daya's voice is muffled..

"What. Per tumhe dekh ke to college.."

"im 21.."

"wo.. To graduation complete.. Ab kuch aur.."

"nahi..mein ..college drop…college drop out"

"kya..kyun.."

Daya's shivering increased.. "mein..mein…wo …tum…bhaiya.." and he started sniffling

Abhijeet figured it must be something emotionally painful for both of them and mentioning it made Daya distressed.

He don't know if he is the responsible one back then or someone else.. He don't care

All he can feel is a flare of anger in his chest, something almost protective bursting inside of him; he wanted to personally punch whoever caused Daya to sound this distressed. Huh!

He don't know this man a few minutes earlier and now..

He looked towards Daya who is butting his lips.

He tried to sit up but as expected failed so extended his left arm the free one with a call "Daya"

His own voice seemed so foreign to him. The soft loving voice.. Is it his?!

Daya looked up..

''I'm so sorry, Abhi. I'm so, so sorry.'' And tears were flowing now ''I'm really sorry, Mein rona nahi'' he hiccupped and his shoulders shook

He wiped his eyes harshly. Abhijeet felt like this was more Daya reacting to some unseen future than the question he asked. And why the hell is he so upset about crying.. Come on someone from your family has forgotten you completely that gave you right to cry. To breakout in complete sobs. Panicking.. And angst. The whole nine yards

He himself is feeling a need to cry from when he woke up. But now the need subsided and a protective urge has flared up..

Maybe he don't need the handbook.. He has all the big brother instinct in him. Inbuilt

''Daya..dekho mere taraf….'' He called, wet eyes met him, those were terrified

Abhijeet felt that he must be a very bad brother in the past. No maybe the memories gone is not all bad. Maybe it's a second chance!

And so he smiled. His own eyes wet, opening his arms for the boy. Daya's eyes widened as if he couldn't believe something so normal can happen. But within a second he jumped on the bed and hide his face in Abhijeet's chest and whispered "maaf kr dena mujhe pls…"

This hug is not forceful nor the careless one Daya gave upon entering.. This is a needy one. Daya hides his face completely in his chest like he is scared to face things outside..

Abhijeet started rubbing his scalp "sab thik ho jayega..kuch nahi hoga mere bacha..sshh..acha nahi puchta kuch thik hey na..hmm..jo dill kare bolna…"

Daya sat on the bed and relaxed but his face didn't came out from the hiding place.. Abhijeet tried to pull away but he whimpered so Abhijeet let it be. But his mind wondering why is Daya apologizing and for what

But whatever may be he believe what he said everything will be all right.. He can see the lights…