Blood dripped down from his tightly bound wrists, the rope was already red with his blood and now the floor also started to turn red. His white shirt was dirty with mud and blood. His trousers were muddy as well. Blood was there all over his body and his face. He was tied tightly around a chair on which he had been sitting from so many days now.

He felt tired and exhausted, the pain was so much from so many days that now he became used to it. He looked around the room where he had been from last….from last...he didn't remember…he had lost his count last time when they started beating him with bats and he turned unconscious for so many days.

A man came in his room and he looked towards him with only a little bit of movement as now a days any movement caused him too much pain.

He closed his eyes and waited for the man to open the curtains and let the sunshine fall in but when it already seemed so much time he opened his eyes only to find that man staring at him. He too looked him in his eyes…straight. The man silently went towards his back and opened his wrists from those brutally bound ropes.

His wrists, his arms seemed to be jammed from no motion from such a long time. He tried to bring them forward but they resisted it….he remembered at this moment, Newton's 1st law of motion…law of inertia. He smiled on his own, in these days he had learnt to find some humor in everything so that he can just stay alive.

In this he just managed to say teasingly… "soch lo kaheen bhag na jaaun main…"

Here the man now came in his front without a word and while grabbing his neck tightly said in utterly hateful tone…

"itne din itna torture kiya tujhe magar tune haar nahi maani (he smiled enough to make that man more irritated, but the man had learned to be calm in his presence) aaj bhi zinda hai…(while jerking his neck) aur apni yeh hansi dikha raha hai…(in extreme hate tone) sach inspector agar uss din tu nahi aaya hota na usse bachane toh aaj na tujhe itna sehna padhta aur naahi hume...ek baar mein sara kaam tamaam, hume apni information mil jaati aur tujhe itna (while pressing a wound on his leg, the man winced in pain) dard bhi na hota…(picking up that man while still grabbing his neck) lekin koi baat nahi…(smiling mischievously) aaj tera sara dard khatam kar dete hain…"

He was not afraid or scared of death anymore, in these days he had faced worse than death. But he just wanted to see him once…see all of them for one last time.

Before that man pushed him down in that vast ocean of darkness, he barely remember that he had heard them come to save him. But he knew he was too much a burden on them and nothing else…nothing more.

His breathing became more painful as he grasped for breath with that fatal wound poisoning him from inside out. He had thought it would be easy to die but it seemed too painful, every moment with them came in front of his eyes like he was watching a 3d movie. His every breath was more painful than the former one and it was when he was losing himself in that darkness of pain, he felt a soft pair of hands touch his face with so much trembling in them…he managed to take a slight glance of the person and a small smile made its way on his lips as he softly touched his brother's face with a whisper as… "apna khyaal rakhna daya.."

Daya whispered in teary tone… "ABHI nahi..."

A/N

I know it's too short but isse jyada update karti toh theek nahi rehta issiliye itna hi kiya abhi..

Also this is something weird for you all, i know and that's why i am giving such short update.

Just let me know whether you will like to read on this further or not, based on what you'll like to read i'll continue...

and of course the main decision lies with KRITIKA DI..

and i am really sorry di if this story has hurt you in anyway...