A/N: Mujhe weekend me bilkul time nahi milta, isi liye 2 din update nahi kar payi. SORRY! As said before, chapter short hai, par I hope ki yeh sab ko pasand aye. I will definitely update the next chapter soon. Stay tuned and post reviews...
Daya opened his eyes with effort, he could figure the blurry figure of Abhijeet in front of his eyes. He wanted to touch his face - he tried, but he felt sharp pain on his hand! An "AHHH" escaped his mouth. Abhijeet looked concerned - "Daya, tujhe dard ho raha hai? kya hua Daya? bol na?" He looked keenly at his face.
Daya was looking at his own hands, where the needle - saline are attached. His stare seemed something very much unusual to Abhijeet, and it was confirmed by Daya's action, who immediately started pulling the saline channel and needles from his hand.
"Kholo - kholo isse - yeh nahi chahiye - " he was struggling hard to remove all those things- Abhijeet immediately held his hands, but Daya threw it off. Abhijeet looked at him with fear and disbelief!
"Daya tu - tu aisa kyun kar raha hai?" he asked with his all effort, "tu meri baat sun Daya-"
Tear came to his eyes. But Daya was doing the same, and now looking at Abhijeet, he shouted, "Tumne kiya hai ye sab Abhi? Mere paas bhi mat aao! yeh sab hathao mere upar se - hathao yeh sab -"
The word "Abhi" soothed his ears after so long time... A tear drop fell from his eyes, but he had no time for that. In front his eyes his Daya was struggling - he had aleady hurt himself. Blood was oozing from his hand. Abhijeet rushed near him, ignoring Daya's shout. He remembered the doctor's word! Now he could understand what he meant. But he would be there for him, always...
Abhijeet touched his head to calm him.
"Daya, tujhe yeh sab nahi chahiye na?" he asked as lovingly as possible.
With this tone Daya calmed a bit, and looked at him, "Isse dard ho raha hai, Abhi!" The way he told this, made Abhijeet feel his heart was being pieced with a sharp knife. He slowly touched Daya's hand, the portion was badly injured due to this. blood drops were there. Abhijeet was lightly moving his fingers.
"Bahot dard ho raha hai, Daya?" only pain was there in his voice. His face was completely wet with tear. He continued, "Ab aur nahi hoga, main doctor se baat karta hun, yeh saline ke baare me, tujhe ab aur dard nahi hoga mera bhai".
Daya looked at him with hope, "tum doctor ko bolo na, mujhe yeh sab nahi chahiye, yeh dard wala suii-"
Abhijeet tried to distract him with, "Daya, tujhe bahar dekhna nahi hai? yaha se dekh - woh dekh" - he pointed towards the window - from that window a beautiful view of valley was visible. Daya looked at that with amazement.
"Mujhe yaha acha lagta hai - aur yeh thand bhi..."
After so many days, these words were reaching his heart. Abhijeet was looking at him with full eyes. He knew that, Daya was not just as before, but he is back, he is back to him! His Daya was finally talking to him... He remembered those moments of his waiting - finally it ended...
Mujhe doctor se ek baar baat kar lena chahiye, isska khayal ab kaise rakhna hai, woh bhi janna zaroori hai
"Daya, tum kuch der ke liye yehi baitho, main doctor se baat kar loon, thik hai? aur apne haath ko mat hilana, OK? isse aur bhi dard hoga, aur maine kaha tha na, ke ab tumhe aur dard nahi hoga! to tum apna haath nahi hilaoge, OK?"
Daya nodded quietly. Abhijeet called the doctor.
It was night. Abhijeet was sitting beside Daya awake. His one hand was placed on Daya's forehead. Daya was sleeping due to the effect of sedative.
Abhijeet: Nahi Sir, yehi mera faisla hai, aur yeh nahi badalnewala -
ACP: Par tumhe ekbar phir sochna chahiye iss bare mein
Abhijeet: Main jo kuch bhi kar raha hun, soch samajhke hi kar raha hun. Aap please mera resignation accept kar lijiye -
ACP: Lekin Daya ka treatment yaha par bhi to ho sakta hai -
Abhijeet: Yaha par hua Sir! par ab doctors ka bhi manna hai ke usse bahut hi shant jagah mein rakhna hai, jahan usse stress na ho, aur usse care ki zaroorat hai, aur -
ACP: Usse hum yaha ka koi achcha mental ass-
Abhijeet: (cutting him in a quiet by determined way) NAHI! Woh mere saath hi rahega, mere paas! Usse mera zaroorat hai -
ACP: Par -
Abhijeet: Main usse kisi bhi keemat par nahi khona chahti hu Sir - KISI bhi keemat par nahi - please accept this letter -
Abhijeet came out of trance with the slight movement of Daya beneath his hand. Daya seemed to be a bit restless. He was trying to move his hand but before he could, Abhijeet held his hand and started to massage around the affected area gently. Daya soon drifted into deep sleep again.
"Main rahunga tere paas har waqt - doctor chahe kuch bhi kahe, Main apna bhai ke haath bandhke aise nahi rakh sakta - mera bhai hai woh - meri zindegi hai - koi pagal nahi!" He thought as remembered the doctors words...
Usse ab bahot hi care ke zaroorat hai, abhi uska deemagi halat kamzor hai... woh aise salines ke saaath agar kuch karega to chot pahuch sakte hai, behtar hai, tum sotey waqt uska haath kisi soft cloth se baandh diya karo...
Abhijeet jerked out of his thought, he shivered with the thought of tying Daya's hand! He looked at his face keenly, there was no sign of pain. He started patting his head gently, like a mother trying to put her baby to sleep...