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HAPPY BIRTHDAY ADITYA SIR..!
Yes today is a very very special day as it's the birthday of our very own, talented and handsome Aditya srivastav..!
Wish him and pray for him guys, your prayers and wishes do matter allot.
For every candle you blow on your birthday you will get bundles of happy memories and tons of happiness.
Wish you a beautiful and happy Birthday.
On your birthday, may you experience joy
On your birthday, may you experience love
On your birthday, may all your dreams come true
On your birthday, may all your desires be filled
As you wish upon a star, your life be starlight
As you wish upon a star, your life be star-bright
As you wish upon a star, zillions of stars gaze over you
And a wish upon a star, made come true
Happy birthday, to a beautiful soul
Happy birthday, to a wonderful you
Happy birthday, to a gentle soul
Happy birthday, to a great you
Happy happy birthday to a once in a lifetime kind of person
Happy birthday to you..
Okay some guests said somethings which did hurt me, what I can say here is, I am sorry dearies, you really don't matter if you don't care what I am or what my personal life is.
Sorry for being rude, but that is what I am.
A BIG BIG THANK YOU TO ALL THE LOVELYREVIEWERS! Thank you so so much guys, i hope the above doesn't hurt you all...it's just that i felt bad when guest said that i am being insensitive and i don't care about you all. and the latest one was even hurtful... :( i am sorry if anyone else is hurt..
Sorry for late update guys, and itne kam reviews kyun?
Next chapter:
"kya sir.."
"arre Salunkhe sahab aap toh naraaz ho gaye"
"arre yeh kya kiya aapne? Agar kuch hojata toh sir?"
"sir aap chinta nahi Karen, hume aap par pura bharosa hai"
Salunkhe's legs failed under him, he crashed down on floor on his knees. So many words roaming around him, whispering to him about the trust and love the person had. But he remembered something else too, something he can't be able to forget…
"mujhe pata tha, pata tha mujhe ek din yeh gandi machli pure talaab ko ganda kar degi.."
"daya per goli abhijeet ne chalayi hai.."
"iss abhijeet ki wajah se puri ki puri CID team badnaam ho gayi hai.."
"kalank hai...yeh abhijeet CID team par ek bahot bada dhabba hai...kalank hai.."
Tears flowed down his eyes, he was not able to control his emotions anymore and his hands grabbed his head and now crying voice coming out from his mouth with some whispers as…
"mujhe..mujhe maaf kardo abhijeet…please- please mujhe maaf…"
"maafi ke layak nahi hun main, koi bhi saza dedo, kuch bhi kehdo, lekin yaar aisa nahi karo, please…abhijeet.."
Daya came out from his shock, looked back at Salunkhe who was sitting down on cold floor with the biggest guilt of his life. He looked at Atul and now grabbed his hands with..
"doctor, aap…aap jhooth keh rahen haina?, abhi..abhijeet aise hume chodkar nahi..abhi tak toh sabh theek tha na? phir achanak, (looking at atul suspiciously), sir abhi theek haina? Ussi ne aapse yeh jhooth bolne ko kaha hai na? sir please bataye na, hum abhi ko yeh nahi pata lagne denge promise sir, lekin aap bataye na, (pleading tone), please sir.."
Atul looked at daya and then at his hands which were now grabbed inside a person demanding for a single ray of hope, but atul had no hope to give to this person, he just made his grip tight and said in low tone.. "daya, (daya looked at him) (his voice crack) abhijeet sachmein..main jhooth nahi bol rahan hun daya aur nahin abhijeet ne mujhse aisa kuch..(extrmemly low tone) usski body bahot weak thi, blood loss bahot jyada hua tha, woh cope up hi nahi karpaya…heart beat bahot low hogayi thi, phir breathing mein bhi problem…
Daya's grip became loose, but atul just grabbed him tightly and hugged him with.. "nahi daya, nahi, tumhe haar nahi manni hai daya, (looking at Salunkhe) tumhe inn sabhko aur apne aap ko sambhalna hoga daya, (painful tone) please daya, abhijeet bhi yahi.."
Daya simply looked at him painfully. Atul said nothing but pulled himself out from that hug and said to daya in much firm tone while leaving the place after glancing at all others too.
Atul(in strong tone)- jaao daya.. (daya in confusion) abhijeet se millo ek baar…
Daya first shook his head in tears absent mindedly, then look forward and just pulled himself inside the room…
His buddy lay there completely motionless, his body was now not attached to any machines or equipments. His head had a cut because of a knife, his chest still covered with blood driping bandages. Daya moved forward, wanted to touch his buddy's face, but he restrained himself, his eyes filled with tears. He just looked at that face for so many minutes but then without a word and without even hugging his buddy for once he just moved out.
He can't be able to wrap his buddy in his protective shell anymore as even if he tried to do that he didn't knew whether he be able to back or not, he didn't tried to grab that hand either because he'll be never able to loose that grip once more and to grab it properly now he needed to leave which he not dared to do as now his aim was to punish that person who pulled his buddy in that deep sleep.
Delhi (cid headquarters):
A meeting was going on with the most prominent heads who were attached to the particular mission which was turned down because of being busted by the international-indian and as well as some in-department traitors.
They were going on sencere discussions as to how, after so much security the officers got caught, and the reason that came forward was that there was someone from inside involved in this.
Acp sir though seemed to all a bit tired but yet he was paying utmost attention to the matter being discussed. He had already informed all that he had left the file with abhijeet, everyone nodded and said nothing, though DIG sir showed some disagreement, and was even angry but he seemed to much worried and absent minded too. Though this didn't missed the eyes of those tough, intelligent ACPs, they didn't dare question being low in rank.
They were discussing about the protocol they needed to take forward and about the security of the concerned officers who were, after much difficulties saved from the hands of the brutal terrorists. The security matters, the identity of the officers, the security of their families, their lives forward and most importantly the information they have got and other things related to the matter were being concerned with great sincerity.
"tring tring..tring tring"
The only phone which was allowed to keep on that belonged to acp ajatashatru started ringing. He excused himself and moved out to take the concerned call. The matter was, his one informer was going to bring some special info, so he was allowed to keep his cell alive to receive that.
Here after few minutes he be back, Acp sir looked at his direction and easily got that he was disturbed, he stood up from his place and went to ajatshatru, patting his shoulder he asked to him..
"kya baat hai ajatshatru? Tum itne ghabraye hua kyun ho, haan?"
Ajatshatru just looked at this man whom he considered his teacher, his "guru". He didn't knew how he was going to give the news to this person as he knew that this was not an ordinary knews.
Dig looked at both and now after seeing so much watage of time just said in anger.. "kya ho raha hai? (looking at ajatshatru with pointed gaze), ajatshatru kya baat hai? Kisska phone tha.."
Ajatshatru(composing himself)- sir who Mumbai se mere ek informer ka…
DIG(eagerly)- toh kya kaha ussne? Kuch kaam ki baat..
Ajatshatru looked at Acp sir, but after looking at his gaze on himself just turned his head to DIG side and say..
"sir, may I switch on the TV please?"
DIG(confused)- ajatshatru?
Ajatshatru(firm tone)- it's important sir..
DIG(nodding confusingly)- yes, go ahead.
Ajatshatru looked at acp sir once more who had fixed his suspicious glaze on him, he just looked away and moved to switch on the TV while acp sir kept looking at him confusingly.
The loud hustle bustle of the reporters and the various things that these people broadcasted from ads, to reviews to different satirical plays fell on the ears of the popele inside who were till now completely cut off from the world to take care of it. But there was nothing that grabbed their attention, nothing that surprised them or anything that seemed important as ajatsahatru quoted it. But as ajatshatru stooped fidgeting with the news channels after getting what he wanted, the facial expressions of each and every person present changed from shock, to disbelief, to pain and later to dissapointement, but the expressions of two people were quite different, DIG sir just sighed while Acp sir blinked his eyes, his expressions were first blank, then disbelief and then after hearing the same thing for the fourth time they turned to painful ones. A painful whisper excaped from his mouth as "ABHIJEET!".
Nobody came forward, neither they tried nor they wanted to, they wanted to give some time alone to this man, though they all were different but all of them knew what the pain of loosing a officer is, but what separated them from this man known to be stone hearted was the fact that he considered his team as his family and his lovely, brave adamant officers as his sons and daughters.
Though there was nothing called as "blood relation" between them which could bind them, but they were all bind with a single strong and thick thread called loneliness which they never experienced again after being a part of this family. But this made it difficult to accept the unevitable death that was carved in their lives a little earlier than the lives of others.
The pain, the loss, the not believing attitude, the memories, the blood, the closed eyes,the crying, the calling, the burning stake, the ashes and the small pieces of bones left were all more intense, painful, piercing and difficult to bear.
The man just sunk on his knees remembering the ever calm, the ever intelligent, the ever honest, the ever helping, the ever sacrificing, the best son, the best officer, the best descendent and the ever…the ever forgiving…son, strength, eye, arm…pillar of his team, his dream, of himself, of his soul.
The pain was more intense, the pain of loosing him was more than he can bear because he was the reason, yes he knew he was..!
"sir aap chinta nahin Karen"
"main dekhlunga sir"
"sir ek khush khabri hai"
"tumhare muh mein ghee shakkar abhijeet"
"tumhe mujhpar bharosa haina, abhijeet?
"haan sir bilkul, hum sabhko aap par pura bharosa hai"
"aapke bina sabh bahot khaali khaali lagta hai sir"
"sir aapko hume batana tha na"
He remembered when this man put his life on stake for him…
"nahi sir, aapki zindagi humari zindagi se kaheen jyada keemti hai"
"abhijeet, tumhe wahan nahi jana tha, dekho kitna khoon beh raha hai, yeh log"
When he put aside his dream…
"cid ka Acp banne ka raasta acp pradyuman se hokar jaata hai daya naaki unki laash ke upar se"
When he cried for him….
"sir, sir hum bahot dar gaye the..aap theek toh haina sir?"
The moments of smiles and laughters…
"sir aapki chinta mein humne toh kahna peena band kar diya tha"
"haan who toh dikh raha hai"
"maine, maine toh aaj subah hi naashta kiya tha sir.."
"hahaha.."
He closed his eyes, as some tears made their way down and he saw them falling on the floor shattering he remmeberd, he never ever gave any importance to those tears which this man shed…he wanted to but he restrained himself, because he knew when these tears fell on floor, besides shattering themselves they brake the person too, he never wanted his strength to break so he made him like himself, a bit more softer but yet a person who will never break from within. But he never knew that this very person will break him one day..!
Seeing him completely lost, DIG just sighed, he had come to respect this team more than any other team, they shared a deeper bond, a deeper meaning of friendship, a deeper meaning of fatherhood, a deeper meaning of love, care, concern, togetherness everything. They were different from others and that was what made them the most loved and the most hated.
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Less reviews…that's bad..
I will update now only when I find the reviews satisfying. 50-60 at least guys..!
I hope you liked the update.
Once again HAPPY BIRTHDAY ADITYA SRIVASTAV SIR..!
Be always happy, smiling and joyful.
May you touch the sky of happiness and success.