CID Bureau*
Daya walks into CID bureau and sees Abhijeet engrossed in the newspaper.
Daya: Kya bhaishab kya padh rahe ho itna dhyan se??
Abhi looked up, folding the paper.
Abhi: Bss ek article padh raha tha ek famous reporter ka.
Daya: Achaa koi khaas article hai kya?
Abhi: haa khaas toh hai.. infact iss reporter ka har article khaas hota hai..
Daya: achaa wo kaise??
Abhi: Kyunki iski news aur article's mai kuch bhi cheez chhupayi nhi jaati... Yeh har baat sachi likhti hai chahe wo kisi businessman ke bare mai ho ya political personalities ke baare mai..
Daya nodded and leaned in.
Daya: sahi mai.. iske jaise 3-4 aur reporter aajaye toh na jaane kitne frod logo ka chehera saamne aajaye..aur aadhe se zaada desh sudhar jaaye..
Abhi nodded.
Abhi: Bilkul.. filhal toh yeh ek hi sab par bhari pad rhi hai..
Their conversation was interrupted by a phone call.
"Hello Cid.. sir yahan borivali mai ek lash mili hai.."
Abhi: Thek hai hum aate hain...
Daya followed.
Next Day*
Daya, Sachin, Pankaj, Shreya come to ACP's cabin, they see Abhi talking on phone.
As soon as he disconnected the call he turned towards the team.
Daya: Kya hua boss kya bola acp sir ne kab tak aayenge??
Abhi: wo aaj nhi aapayenge unki flight miss ho gayi hai.
Shreya: Toh sir ab kya?? I mean bahar sab press wale aachuke hain.
Daya: Ab acp sir nhi hain toh abhi hi lead karega.
Abhi: Hmm chalo.
The CID team, led by Abhijeet, faced a sea of reporters, cameras flashing.
Suddenly a fiery reporter, stood tall.
Reporter: Iss baar lagta hai cid kuch khaas mehnat kar nhi rhi iss case pe.
Abhi's eyes locked onto hers, calm.
Abhi: Aisa bilkul nhi hai miss...??
Reporter: Purvi..
Abhi: Miss Purvi...We're working tirelessly.. Justice will be served.
Purvi smirked: Justice? You mean delayed justice?
Abhi: Justice isn't instant coffee, madam..It takes time...
Purvi: Really?? Aapka yeh time sirf gareebon ko hi insaaf dilaane mai lagta hai.. agar aaj hi kisi bade politics ya actor ka khoon ho jaaye toh din raat lagakr aap log khooni ko dhundhenge.
Abhi: Dekhiye.. hum din raat iss case pe bhi mehnat kar rhe hain..
Purvi: Achaa.. dikh toh nhi raha hume.
Abhi: Toh aap chahati hain hum aap logon ko apne plan aur mile saboot dikhaye jisse mujrim chaukanne ho jaaye??
Purvi: Aap log bas apni galtiyon ko chhupa rahe hain. Gareeb logon se paise nhi mile na aap logon ko isiliye itna samay lag raha hai unn masoom logon ko insaaf milne mai...
Abhi: Dekhiye miss purvi aap bas unn logon ke bare main soch rhe hain jinki jaan gayi hai aur hum unke saath saath unn logon ke bare main bhi soch rhe hain jo zinda hain. Hum unki...jaan khatre mai nhi daal sakte.
Purvi: Aap log...
He joined hands.
Abhi: bss ab baaki sawalo ke jawab case solve hone ke baad diye jayenge.
Purvi: Kyu inspector sahab script khatam ho gayi ya darr hai ki koi pol na khul jaaye.
Abhi: Madam darte wo hain jinke man mai chor hota hai...aur hum media wale toh hain nhi jo script lekr chalenge... Bss baaki sawal jawab case solve hone ke baad ho toh hi acha hoga aapke liye, hamare liye...aur unn victim's ke pariwar ke liye bhi.
Purvi: Thek hai toh case solve hone ke baad hi honge sawal jawab... Jnnta ke sawal aur aapke jawab.. lekin yahan nhi.. mere talk show par live...aur haa inspector sahab aap hi aaiyega aisa nhi ki Senior ke peeche chhup jaaye.
Abhi: Kisi ke peeche chhupna meri aadat nhi purvi ji...main zaroor aaunga..
Purvi threw one last jab.
Purvi: Hope you're prepared for exposure!
After 3 days*
Cid solved this case..
Tonight, Abhijeet and Purvi would clash on live TV.
Ankita... Purvi's assistant, nervously approached her desk.
Ankna: Ma'am, aaj raat ki sab taiyari ho chuki hai logon ne apne sawal bhi mail kr diye hain.
Purvi, typing on her laptop, didn't look up.
Purvi: Hmm...ek baar yaad zaroor karva dena cid walo ko specially Senior inspector abhijeet ko bhoolne ki aadat hai unhe.
Ankita hesitated.
Ankita: Ma'am i think aapko thoda script prepare kr leni chahiye..
Purvi's eyes flashed.
Purvi: I don't pay you to think, Ankita... aur script prepare karne ki koi zaroorat nhi...aaj bina script ke show hoga real talk...
Ankita nodded hastily.
Ankita: yes ma'am..
Purvi: tum sab taiyari karo aur haa abhijeet ko yaad se call kr lena.. mai show se aadha ghanta pehle aajaungi.
Ankita: okk ma'am...
Time Skip*
Night 8:30*
The TV studio buzzed with anticipation.
Producer: Aadhe ghante mai live show shuru hone wala hai..
The producer shouted.
Backstage, Abhijeet and daya waited calmly.
Suddenly, Purvi swept in, stunning in a light pink saree. Gasps echoed through the studio.
"Wow, Purvi, you look incredible!" her producer exclaimed.
Purvi: Thanks sir...
Ankita: Ma'am aap toh kabhi saree nhi pehanti...fir aaj kaise??
Purvi smiled confidently.
Purvi: Aaj mere liye aur show ke liye bahut bada din hai..mai pehli aisi reporter hu jiske show pr cid aur wo bhi senior inspector abhijeet aaya hai...dekhna aaj yeh live pura india dekhega.. aur cid ka asli chehra bhi aayega sabke samne..
Ankita: Konsa asli chehra ma'am...i mean inke khilaaf aisa kuch kabhi suna nhi humne..
Purvi: C'mon ankita...itne protocol todte hain..aise officer's hain inki team mai jo bhoot se darte hain, yaddasht chali jati hai...khaane peene ke alawa kuch aata nhi...khoon dekh kr hi cheenkh dete hain fir bhi mahaan hai yeh cid team...tumhe nhi lagta kuch gadbad hai..?
Ankita: Yes... you are right ma'am..
Her assistant, Ankita, adjusted Purvi's mic.
Ankita: All the best mam...
The studio lights shone bright.
Purvi adjusted her saree, subtly uncomfortable but composed.
"Welcome to 'FaceOff' with Purvi Sharma!"
The audience applauded. Abhi walked onstage, calm and charismatic.
Their eyes met. Purvi extended her hand. Abhi shook it firmly.
Purvi: Good Evening Abhijeet ji..
Abhi: Good Evening...
She gestured to the seat.
Purvi: Please...
But Abhi waited. Purvi smiled gracefully and sat. Abhijeet followed.
The audience applauded.
Purvi: Khushi hui ki aap hamare show par aaye..kuch sawal hain jo shayad jnnta bhi aapse janna chahti hai.. kya aap taiyaar hain??
Abhijeet leaned forward.
Abhi: Ji bilkul...mujhe khushi hogi agar mai kisi ke kuch doubts door kar paau toh..
Purvi: Toh pehla sawal... Itne protocols todte hain aap log fir bhi aaj tak aapki team ko alag nhi kiya gaya na kisi ki transfer hui.. aisa kyu??
Abhi: Shayad isiliye kyunki high authorities ko humpar yakeen hai ki hum sath rehkr hi ache se sab handle kr sakte hain.
Purvi: Ohh... Ya fir isiliye kyunki bade logon ko aap pr yakeen hai ki paise lekr muh band rakhenge??
Abhi: Purvi ji agar hum itna hi paisa le rhe hote bade bade logon se...toh aaj ek luxury life jee rhe hote...itne saalo se toyota mai nhi ghoom rhe hote..
Everyone start laughing.
Purvi: Whatever...next question..
Abhi: Bilkul..
The debate heated up.
Purvi fired questions.
Abhi replied calmly, his eyes locked on hers.
Purvi's saree slipping slightly...exposing her waist.
Abhi noticed, his expression unchanged.
Without breaking eye contact or hesitation, Abhi subtly slid a cushion from the sofa beside him.
He discreetly offered it to Purvi.
Purvi's eyes met Abhi's. A fleeting moment of gratitude.
She took the cushion, adjusting it discreetly. Composure regained.
Purvi : Next question...
Purvi declared, voice steady. Abhi nodded calmly.
The audience remained unaware.
Only Ankita, Purvi's assistant, smiled knowingly.
The debate intensified. Abhi's responses sharpened, challenging Purvi.
Purvi's composure began to slip.
She raised her voice.
Purvi: Aap mere har sawal ka ulta jawab kyu...
She start coughing.. he took a glass and offered to her. She drank.
Abhi remained calm.
Abhi: Mere jawab nhi aapke sawal hi ulte hain purvi ji...
Purvi's tone turned fiery.
Purvi: Mere sawal ulte hain?? Maine wahi pucha hai jo jannta bhi janna chahti hai..
Abhi: Chaliye koi baat nhi... continue kijiye...
Abhijeet's calm demeanor made her seem aggressive. She took a deep breath.
Her questions and his answers continued...
Purvi: Agla sawal...Yaddasht jaa chuki hai aapki.. fir bhi aapko cid ka dimag kaha jaata hai.. sharp minded kaha jaata hai... How??
Abhi: Ji bilkul.. yaddasht jaa chuki hai meri.. pichla mujhe kuch yaad nhi.. khud ko bhul chuka hu...aur ab mai wo sab yaad bhi nhi karna chahta...kaafi aage badh chuka hu zindagi mai...aur yaddasht jaane se koi kisi ke andar ki khasiyat nhi chhen sakta...wo wahi rehti hai.. haa tab dikkat ho sakti hai insaan ko jab wo past life ke baare mai soche..dimag pe zaada zor daale.. lekin mai na sochta hu na sochna chahta hu.. mera pura focus present pr rehta hai..shayad yahi kaarn hai...
Purvi: hmm you are right... kisi ke andar ka talent toh koi nhi chhen sakta.. chaliye last question..
Abhi: Ji...
Purvi: aapki team mai itne log hain.. kuch bhoot se darte hain.. kuch khoon dekh kr dar jaate aur kuch logo ko bas khane peene ka sujta hai.. cid mai aise officer's hone ke baad bhi Mumbai cid team number 1 pe hai.. kaise possible hai yeh??
Abhi (smile): har koi bilkul perfect nhi hota... Sab mai kamiya hoti hain..hum logon mai bhi hai lekin iska matlb yeh nhi ki unme koi khoobi nhi...hamari cid team ek pariwar ki tarah kaam karti hai...
Purvi: Abhijeet ji wo toh bahut log karte hain na.. sab yahi kehte hain..
Abhi: Pariwar kehne mai aur manne mai bahut fark hota hai purvi ji..hamari team mai koi bhi senior kisi junior pe rob nhi jhadta.. aur yeh sab humne hamare acp sir se seekha hai jinhone kabhi hume juniors na samjhkr apna beta maana hai.. bss hum unhi ke sikhaye pr chal rhe hain.. isiliye mumbai ki cid team number 1 pe hain kyunki wo ek pariwar hai sirf colleague nhi..
Purvi smiled.. looked impressed by his answers..
Purvi: Toh kab tak promotion expect karte hain aap apna??
Abhi: wo toh I.G, D.G pe depend hai na.. mai toh promotion expect hi nhi karta...mai apna kaam enjoy karta hu.. mera main maksad promotion ya zaada paisa kamana nhi hai... Bss masoom logon ko insaaf dilana hai...desh ki raksha karna hai..
Purvi: That's nice.. Thanks for coming inspector saab! We had a great time having you!
Abhi: I'm so glad purvi ji...Thanks for being such a great host.
She smile...
The wrap*
The debate concluded. Media swarmed.
Purvi stood confidently. Suddenly, discomfort struck. Her chest felt constricted. Abhi noticed, he leaned and said in her ears..
Abhi: Ainda wo mat pehaniyega jisme aap comfortable na ho...
Purvi's eyes widened.
Abhi: I'm sorry but kya karu cid wali adat nhi jaati...chhote se ishare se samjh jaata hu kya takleef hai.
Purvi's shock turned to gratitude.
Abhi: Aap thek kr lijiye I'll manage..
Abhi guided her aside and stood protectively in front of her so that she can manage.
Purvi tried, but her eyes widened. She look here and there for Ankita but she was nowhere to be found.
Purvi grasped Abhi's hand.
Purvi: Come with me...
She pulled him into her cabin.
Purvi: Close the door..
Abhi obeyed, his face composed.
Abhi: Kya hua??
Purvi: Meri blouse string khuli hai tie krdo please...
Abhi's cheeks flushed.
Abhi: m..ma.. mai??
Purvi: Please...kisi aur se nhi keh sakti pta nhi kya mazak banayenge..
He hesitated.
Purvi: Please...
Abhi's hands trembled slightly.
As Abhi's fingers grazed Purvi's bare skin, a shiver ran down her spine. His touch sent goosebumps cascading across her back.
Purvi's breath caught in her throat, her heart skipping a beat. Abhi's fingers moved deftly, securing the thread. His touch was gentle yet electrifying.
Abhi: Ho gya...
Purvi's eyes met Abhijeet's.
Purvi: Thanks..
Abhijeet nodded. Awkward silence filled the cabin. Abhi broke the silence.
Abhi: Hume chalna chahiye..
Purvi nodded.
Purvi and Abhi stepped out...Media swarmed, Cameras clicked.
"Smile, Purvi! Abhijeet sir , put your hand on her waist!" a photographer called.
Abhi hesitated. Instead, he kept a respectful distance. Purvi noticed A warm smile spread.
She appreciated his gentlemanly behavior.
Reporter: Abhijeet, Purvi, together again?
Purvi: Maybe..
Finally everything got over. As they exited, Purvi approached Abhijeet.
Purvi: Abhijeet...
Abhi turned.
Purvi: I'm sorry mere rude behaviour ke liye..
Abhi smiled.
Abhi: It's okk...
Just then, Purvi's blouse thread snapped again ...She glanced at Abhijeet.
Abhijeet swiftly offered his jacket.
Abhi: Um.. wo.. ab..abhi ghar jaa hi rhe hain na.. aap yeh rakh lo baad mai lauta dena..
Purvi (chuckled): Thanks..
She took the jacket and Wrapped it around her. Abhi nodded.
With a smile, Abhi walked away, purvi watched.
Time Skip*
Purvi's Home*
Purvi rang door bell. Neha, her bestfriend opened the door.
Neha: Welcome home purvi.. kaisa raha aapka aaj ka live show...suna hai aaj Senior inspector abhijeet aaye the.
Purvi settled into her couch. Neha, joined her.
Purvi : tumne dekha nhi aaj ka live??
Neha: nhi yrr.. boss ne assignments dediye the. Waise tu bta na kaisa raha.??
Purvi's eyes sparkled.
Purvi : Yrr maine abhijeet ko galat samjha tha ki wo gussel aur ego wala insaan hai...but He's amazing!
Neha: Sach mai??
Purvi: Haa ...He's a gentleman, polite and understanding.
Purvi recounted.
Purvi: Itne saare logon ke interview liye hain maine itne politely aur ache se kisi ne baat nhi kari jabki kitna kuch kaha maine use..
Neha smiled.
Neha: You're impressed!
Purvi nodded.
Purvi: Aur uske answers... so confident...
Neha giggled.
Neha: Ab yeh mat kehna ki yeh coat bhi abhijeet ka hai.
Purvi blushed.
Purvi: Haa..
Neha: Lekin.. kyu??
Purvi: Lambi kahani hai kal aaram se bataungi abhi mujhe rest karni hai..bhut thak gayi hu..
Neha: Ohh.. okk good night..
Time Skip*
Purvi settled at her study table. She pulled out Abhi's jacket...Wrapped it around her...Hugged it tightly.
A warm smile spread...Inspiration struck.
Purvi grabbed a pen Began writing.
" Senior Inspector Abhijeet: The Gentleman"
"Respectful, kind and chivalrous"
"Debate opponent, yet supportive"
"Unexpected hero"
As words flowed, memories replayed.
Their debate, his calm demeanor.
His jacket, a symbol of protection.
Purvi's heart swelled.
Next Morning*
Cid Bureau*
Daya approached Abhi's desk.
Daya: Aaj ka newspaper dekha??
Abhi: Nhi.. kyu koi khaas khabar hai kya?,
He handed Abhi a newspaper. Abhi's eyes widened.
Abhi: Yeh kya hai??
Daya grinned.
Daya: Aaj sabhi newspapers pe senior inspector abhijeet chhaya hua hai.. aur purvi ka aaj ka article padh...
He scanned the headlines.
"Senior inspector Abhijeet: The Gentleman?" .
Daya: Lagta hai impress ho gayi tujhse Reporter madam..
Abhi: aisa kuch nhi hai bas uski galat fehmiya door ho gayi hogi cid ko lekr..
Daya: par isme cid ka zikar hi nhi hai bas tera hai..
He fold the newspaper and kept a side.
Abhi: Bahut hua ab case pr dhyan do.
Daya (salutes) : Yess bosss...
Abhi chuckled.
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The studio lights shone brightly on Purvi, a renowned Reporter. Purvi settled into the plush couch, adjusting her microphone as the podcast host, Rohan, beamed with excitement.
Rohan: Welcome back to "Real Stories"! Today, we have the talented Purvi joining us. She's a reporter and writer who has interviewed some of the most intriguing figures of our time. Purvi, thanks for being here!
Purvi: Thank you, Rohan. It's a pleasure.
Rohan: Purvi, your career spans many remarkable interviews, but one that caught our attention recently was with Senior Inspector Abhijeet. You were the first Reporter he opened up to. What was that experience like?
Purvi: (laughs): Amazing..! Inspector Abhijeet is known for his tough exterior, but once you get to know him, you realize there's so much depth to his character. His demeanor is calming, and he's incredibly polite.
Rohan: That's fascinating! Your article offered a nuanced look at his life. What was the most surprising thing you learned about him?
Purvi: Definitely his passion for justice. He's not just doing a job; he genuinely believes in making a difference. And his humility, despite all his achievements, was inspiring... He's a true public servant.
Rohan: Inspiring! Did any moments stand out during the interview?
Purvi: Yes! When discussing his most challenging cases, his eyes sparkled with determination. His passion for justice is genuine.
Rohan: wow! Last question: What message would you like our audience to take away from your experience with Inspector Abhijeet?
Purvi: That true leaders lead with compassion and humility.
Rohan: Thank you, Purvi, for sharing your insights!
Purvi: Thank you, Rohan!
Closing*
Soft music fades in, signaling the end of the episode. Rohan and Purvi exchange warm smiles as the recording session comes to a close.
Abhi's House*
Abhi sat comfortably in his chair phone in hand, watching Purvi's podcast appearance. A warm smile spread across his face as he listened to her heartfelt praise.
As the show concluded... He placed his phone on the side table and picked up his fork, savoring the delicious food in front of him.
After some days*
Purvi's eyes glued to her computer screen, focused on her work.
Ankita: Ma'am, hum cid ke latest case ke baare mai likhe??
Purvi: nhi ankita kisi aur ko bolo...mai already kisi aur ke baare mai likh rhi hu jo ki important hai...
As she briefed another reporter, a whispered conversation caught her attention.
Ankita: Tum likh lo.. haa cid ne bhej di hai full info.. headlines rakhna.. Senior Inspector Abhijeet...died.
Purvi's world froze. She didn't hear further. She got up and Rushing out of her office, her assistant called..
Ankita: Ma'am... what happened? Aap kaha jaa rahi hain??
No response*
Purvi sprinted through the corridors. Sweat dripped down her face. Tears threatened to spill.
Reaching the CID bureau, she spotted Daya heading to the canteen.
She followed, urgency in her steps.
Purvi: Daya...wo kahan hai??
Daya noticed her distress.
Daya: Aap yahan...kya hua??
Just then, Abhi appeared with coffee in hand.
Abhi: Are... Reporter madam aap yahan kaise??
Purvi: t..tum zinda ho..??
Abhi: Haa..
Abhi's confusion deepened.
Abhi: Kyu kya ho gya??
Purvi struggled to find words.
How could she explain?
The tears? The fear? The desperation? The vulnerability? The fear of losing him?
With a deep breath, she attempted to cover.
Purvi: Wo maine suna.. tum.. matlb tum ab nhi...
Abhijeet's gaze searched hers.
Abhi: Ohh.. aap case ki news cover karne aayi ho..
Purvi: Haa.. wo mai case ke baare mai...
Daya: abhi...maybe we should brief her on the case...
Abhi nodded.
Abhi: Haa.. betho na..
He gestured for Purvi to sit. As she sat, Abhi handed her a glass of water.
Purvi sipped, her gaze locked on his.
Daya began explaining the case, but Purvi's mind wandered.
Gratitude flooded her heart; it was just a drama.
What if he had truly died? Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes.
Abhi noticed and smiled gently. He handed her his handkerchief.
Purvi took it, dabbing at her tears.
As she composed herself, Abhi's gaze lingered.
Daya finished the briefing. Purvi rose to leave.
Purvi: Thanks for the update.
As Purvi walked away, Abhijeet's gaze followed.
He smiled to himself, a subtle...knowing smile.
As if he had deciphered a hidden message.
In Purvi's eyes, he saw something more. A flicker of emotion, a glimpse of truth.
His smile hinted that he understood...Or at least, suspected.
Purvi's eyes had spoken volumes.
Daya noticed Abhijeet's expression.
Daya: Abhi kya hua??
Abhi's smile vanished.
Abhi: kuch nhi.. chal coffee peete hain..
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Morning*
Cid Bureau*
Abhi's fingers flew across his keyboard as he worked on the latest case files. The bureau's hum of activity surrounded him, but his focus remained unwavering.
Suddenly, his phone pierced the air, shrill and insistent. Abhi's gaze shifted to the screen, his eyes narrowing at the unknown number.
Abhi: Hello??
he answered, his deep voice cautious.
Voice: Hi, Abhijeet?
A soft, melodious voice spoke on the other end.
Abhi's expression changed from curiosity to surprise.
Abhi: Umm.. Purvi???
Purvi: are wah bhut jaldi pehchan gaye aap toh lagta hai abhi tak bhule nhi hain hume
Abhi chuckled: waise aapko firse koi interview chahiye kya? Achank se call kiya aapne?
Purvi's laughter danced through the line.
Purvi: Nhi pr kuch dena tha.. aapki jacket..
Abhi's mind flashed back to their encounter.
Abhi: Ohh...
Purvi: Acha aap shaam ko free hain kya??
Abhi: Haa kyu??
Purvi: hamara episode kaafi hit gaya tha so We can grab coffee aur mai aapko aapki jacket bhi lauta dungi..
Abhijeet hesitated for a moment before agreeing.
Abhi: Alright, 5 pm at Café Bliss.
Time Skip*
Evening 4: 50*
Abhi walked into Café Bliss, scanning the cozy atmosphere until his eyes landed on Purvi. She smiled, waving him over.
As he approached, Purvi stood, her elegant frock suit rustlling.
Purvi: Hi again, Abhijeet.
Abhi returned the smile, his eyes crinkling.
Abhi: Hello..
They ordered coffee and settled into a comfortable silence, sipping their brew and chatted effortlessly, their conversation flowing like a gentle stream.
As they sipped their coffee, Abhijeet extended his hand, palm up. Purvi's heart skipped a beat, thinking he was asking for hers.
Lost in his gaze, she began to reach out, her hand hovering inches from his.
Abhi: meri jacket ...
Abhi asked, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
Purvi's face flushed as she mentally slapped herself for being stupid in love.
Purvi: wo.. i.. i am so sorry mai aapki jacket laana bhul gayi..
Abhi: Ohh it's okk...
Purvi: Can we meet tomorrow? Mai kal le aaungi.. aap kal kab free rahenge??
Abhi: Lunch time mai hi mujhe samay mil payega...
Purvi: Coincidentally...mai bhi tabhi free rahungi.. toh kal 1 baje milte hain..?
Abhi nodded...
Next morning*
Purvi's office*
Purvi focused on her work, typing away on her computer.
Ankita: Ma'am, ek press conference hai.. aap attend krna chahengi??
Purvi shook her head.
Purvi: Nhi.. mai free nhi hu..
Ankita nodded and returned to her desk.
Moments later, Purvi overheard Ankita's hushed phone conversation.
"...CID Team is hosting a press conference..."
The words "CID Team" resonated deeply.
Abhijeet's face flashed in Purvi's mind.
She reconsidered.
Purvi: Ankita, wait!.
Ankita: Yes, ma'am?
Purvi: Mai wo press conference attend karungi..
Ankita: cid bureau mai hone wali??
Purvi nodded.
Purvi: I'll go for the interview.
Ankita's curiosity was piqued.
Ankita: What changed your mind, ma'am?
Purvi's smile was enigmatic.
Purvi: Just a sudden interest in the story.
Ankita nodded, unaware of Purvi's true motivation.
As Purvi gathered her belongings, her mind whirled. Abhijeet would be there.
This was an opportunity to see him again.
Time Skip*
Cid Bureau*
Purvi arrived at the CID Bureau, her professional demeanor intact.
She took her seat among the other reporters, eyes scanning the room.
Cid team entered, confident and composed. Purvi's eyes met Abhi's across the crowded press conference room.
She flashed a bright smile, her gaze lingering.
The press conference commenced, Purvi actively participating. As the session concluded, Purvi packed her belongings.
She caught Abhijeet's eye, subtly tilting her head and tapping her watch.A discreet reminder of their lunch meeting.
Abhi's lips curled into a faint smile. He nodded almost imperceptibly.
Purvi's heart skipped a beat. Their secret communication thrilled her.
She sashayed out of the room, feeling Abhi's gaze follow her.
Time Skip*
Xyz Resturant 1.30*
Abhi walked into the restaurant, spotting Purvi already seated. They exchanged warm smiles as he approached.
Abhi: Hi again!!...
He said, sitting across from her.
Purvi's eyes sparkled.
Purvi: Um... Sorry again..
Abhi: Huh?? Aaj bhi jacket laana bhul gayi??
Purvi: laai thi i mean.. office mai chhut gayi..
Abhi (chuckled) : it's okk aapko jab bhi yaad rahe tab dedena..
He turned to leave, but Purvi's voice stopped him.
Purvi: abhijeet rukiye...
He turned back, curiosity etched on his face.
Purvi: Aapne lunch kr liya??.
Abhi shook his head.
Abhi: Nhi... Abhi toh nhi..
Purvi: Lunch time toh ho hi chuka hai soo... Would you like to join me?
Abhi: Sure..
Purvi gestured to the chair across from her, and Abhi sat.
As they perused the menu, Purvi's laughter and conversation flowed effortlessly, captivating Abhi.
Over lunch, they discovered shared interests and stories, Purvi couldn't help but steal glances at Abhi, her heart still racing from the almost-handshake.
Abhi, sensing her gaze, smiled to himself, intrigued by Purvi's endearing vulnerability.
As they finished their meal, Abhi realized he hadn't enjoyed someone's company this much in a long time.
Purvi: thanks for lunch, Abhijeet.
Abhi smiled and nodded.
Night Time*
Purvi's house*
Purvi settled into her cozy couch, phone in hand, scrolling through Instagram. Her feed filled with updates from friends, news outlets, and celebrities.
Then, a post caught her eye: "Inspector Abhijeet: The CID Bureau's Star Officer."
A photo of Abhijeet, smiling confidently, accompanied the caption.
Purvi's curiosity got the better of her. She began reading the comments:
"Genuine guy, love his work!"
"Handsome and intelligent, perfect combo!"
"He should quit CID and join Bollywood!"
"Lucky girl who will be his life partner!"
As Purvi scrolled through the comments, her mind began to wander. She thought about Abhi's kind eyes, his warm smile, and their effortless conversations.
She pictured him in her mind, imagining what it would be like to be close to him.
Purvi's phone slipped from her hand, landing softly on the couch cushion. She gazed into the distance, lost in thought.
Why was she feeling this way? They'd only met a few times.
Their professional interactions had sparked a connection, but this was different.
Purvi's heart fluttered as she acknowledged her growing feelings.
"Abhijeet," she whispered, his name barely audible.
The room fell silent, except for the quiet hum of the TV.
Purvi's gaze drifted to his jacket. She picked it up, holding it close, inhaling the subtle scent of his cologne.
As she hugged the jacket tightly, her thoughts spilled out:
Purvi: Itna kam time kyu rehta hai uske pas.. thek se baat bhi nhi ho paati.. mujhe bhut sara samay bitana hai lekin kaise ...
Her mind raced with uncertainty.
Purvi's eyes sparkled as she recalled the news: Abhijeet had once taken in his friend's wife and daughter, providing them shelter and security.
A sly smile spread across her face. A plan began to unfold in her mind.
Purvi: agar mai usse kahu ki meri jaan ko khatra hai toh security dene ke liye wo mere saath time spend krega hi..
Purvi's imagination ran wild. Her heart fluttered at the prospect.
Purvi: This is perfect! He'll be forced to spend time with me, and I'll get to know him better.
Purvi's excitement grew. She paced around her room, mentally rehearsing her plan.
Purvi: lekin kahungi kya jisse use lage sach mai mujhe khatra hai..
Her mind whirled with scenarios. As she plotted, Purvi's happiness reached new heights.
Next morning*
Abhi locked his door, preparing for another day at the bureau.
As he turned to leave, Purvi appeared before him, her expression worried.
Abhi: Purvi.. tum.. yahan kaise??
Purvi: Abhijeet, I need to talk to you.
Abhi: kya hua sab thek hai na??
Purvi: hum andar chalkr baat kare??
He unlocked the door, gesturing for her to enter.
Abhi: Hmm aao..
Purvi stepped into his home. They settled on the couch, Abhi offering her water.
Abhi: kya hua bolo? he asked, his tone gentle.
Purvi took a deep breath.
Purvi: pichle 3 din se koi mujhe maarne ki koshish kr raha hai..
Abhi's expression turned serious.
Purvi: Pehle mujhe laga wo bss accident the lekin kal jab mai office se aarhi thi tab koi mera peecha kar raha tha maine uske pas gun dekhi.. mai jaise taise wahan se bhaag gayi use chakma dekr lekin mujhe dar hai kahi usne firse mujhpar hamla kiya toh..
Abhi's eyes locked onto hers, filled with concern.
Abhi: Tum chinta mat karo mai pta karta hu tumhe kon aur kyu maarna chahta hai..
Purvi's mind raced with doubts.
Purvi (thought): agar isne apni team ko bhi involve kar liya toh mera sara plan kharab ho jayega.
She needed to know his intentions.
Purvi: mujhe yakeen hai Tum logon par..Tum.. aur tumhari team use jaldi pakad hi loge...
Abhi: Nhi.. yeh cid ka case nhi hai isliye mai ise personally handle karunga..
Purvi's tension eased.
Purvi: bilkul akele??
she pressed, seeking confirmation. Abhi nodded.
Abhi: yeah...I don't want unnecessary attention. We'll keep this quiet..
Purvi smiled inwardly.
Purvi (thought): perfect...He won't investigate further.
Her plan remained intact.
Purvi: thankyou so much..
Abhi smiled.
Purvi stood up, reluctantly leaving Abhi's comforting presence. She took small steps towards the door, her heart heavy.
As she reached for the handle, she turned back, her eyes locking onto Abhi's.
Purvi: Mujhe abhi bhi dar lag raha hai.. agar kisi ne firse hamla kiya toh?? Mai aisi situations mai kabhi aayi nhi hu..
Abhi's expression softened.
Abhi: tum rehti kaha ho??
Purvi: Mai apartment share karti hu apni friend ke saath but.. kaam ke chakke mai uski night shifts lagti rehti hai.. tab bilkul akeli hoti hu mai ghar par...
Abhi nodded thoughtfully. Purvi's voice barely above a whisper.
Purvi: What if someone comes when she's not there?
Abhi's eyes met hers, filled with concern.
Abhi: tum ek kaam karo jab tak wo hamlavar pakda nahi jaata tum yahi reh sakti ho...
He said Gently and Purvi's heart skipped a beat. This was exactly what she wanted. She struggled to contain her excitement.
Purvi: sach mai??
Abhijeet nodded.
Abhi: Tum yahan bilkul safe rahogi iss baat ka mai pura dhyan rakhunga..
Purvi's face lit up with a grateful smile.
Purvi: Thank you, Abhijeet. I'd feel so much better.
Abhi smiled back.
Abhi: I'll get the guest room ready.
Purvi's inner celebration erupted. She had done it!
She would be living under Abhi's roof, closer to her goal.
Abhi disappeared into the guest room, leaving Purvi beaming with joy.
She heard the sound of his phone ringing from the other room.
Abhi: hello...
Purvi couldn't make out the conversation, but his tone seemed official.
Abhi: Mujhe thoda kaam hai mai bureau thoda late aaunga.. okk bye..
Abhi re-emerged, his expression serious.
Abhi: mere saath chalo..
Purvi's curiosity piqued.
Purvi: Kaha??.
Abhi: Mai tumhe office drop kr deta hu..
As they walked to the door, Abhi handed her a spare key.
Abhi: Ise rakh lo.. agar mai kisi case mai busy hua toh tum ghar aajana..
He scribbled his personal number on a piece of paper.
Abhi: Yeh mera personal number hai.. agar tumhe khatra mehsoos ho toh mujhe call ya text kr dena..
Purvi: Okk..
As they stepped out, Purvi felt a sense of security wash over her.
She knew she'd manipulated him, but his kindness touched her heart.
Abhi dropped Purvi at her office, his mind preoccupied with the day's events.
At the bureau, he immersed himself in work, trying to shake off the feeling of concern for Purvi.
Time Skip*
Night 8:40*
Abhi hunched over his desk, focused on the case files.
His phone pierced the silence...shrill in the quiet night.
Abhi: Hello..
Purvi: abhijeet...
Abhi: Tum thek ho na???
Abhijeet asked, instant alarm in his tone.
Purvi: Mujhe safe nhi lag raha yahan..
Abhi: Kahan ho iss waqt??
Purvi: Office..
Abhi: wahi rehna mai aa raha hu..
Within minutes, Abhi arrived at Purvi's office.
He ushered her into his car, concern etched on his face.
Abhi: kuch hua kya??
Purvi shook her head.
Purvi: Just a feeling.
Abhi's expression softened.
Abhi: Ghabrane ki zaroorat nhi hai..mai hu na..
As they drove to his house, Purvi's gratitude grew.
She knew she'd manipulated him, but his kindness and protection wrapped around her like a warm blanket.
Three days passed, and Abhijeet noticed a seamless routine.
Purvi's laughter filled his home, and her presence felt natural.
He began to wonder if the threat was truly gone.
Cid Bureau*
Abhi sat at his desk, lost in thought.
He pondered discussing Purvi's return home, now that the danger seemed to have passed.
Just as he made up his mind, his phone rang.
Abhi: Hello..
Purvi: Hi.. kya tum free ho gaye??
Abhi: Haa..
Purvi: mujhe pick krloge??
Abhi's voice softened.
Abhi: Haa kyu nhi... Waise bhi mujhe tumse kuch zaroori baat karni hai..
Purvi's curiosity piqued.
Purvi: Bolo na??
Abhi: Phone par nhi... Milkr baat karte hain..
Purvi: Okk.. see you soon..
Purvi's eyes lingered on the phone screen as the call ended.
Abhi's words echoed: Waise bhi mujhe tumse kuch zaroori baat karni hai..
Her mind began to whirl.
Purvi: Kya baat ho sakti hai.. use sach toh nhi pta chal gya.. ya fir yeh kehna chahta ho ki mujhe ab ghar jaana chahiye..
Purvi's palms grew sweaty. Purvi paced around her office, agitation building.
Purvi: Mujhe usse jhooth nhi bolna chahiye tha... Ab agar wo naraz hua toh dosti bhi gayi...
She couldn't face Abhijeet now. Not until she gathered her thoughts.
At least she'd have time to think. Purvi dialed Abhijeet's number.
Abhi: Hello..
Purvi: Hello.. actually mai wo keh rhi thi ki tum ghar jaao mai.. khud aajaungi..
Abhi's voice held surprise.
Abhi: But I'm already near your office.
Purvi's tone remained firm.
Purvi: It's okay, I'll manage. You go ahead.
Abhi: O..okk..
Purvi's nerves stretched.
Purvi : Haa..See you at home.
Abhijeet relented.
Abhi: Alright, be careful.
Purvi exhaled as the call ended.
Purvi navigated through unfamiliar streets, ensuring she avoided Abhi's route.
Her mind remained preoccupied with the impending conversation.
Lost in thought, she didn't notice the group of boys lurking nearby.
Their snickers and comments escaped her attention.
"...beautiful, isn't she?"
"...akele mai milti toh maza aata..."
" ...koi baat nhi bula lete hain..."
Their lewd remarks went unheard by Purvi. Until a hand grasped her wrist.
She spun around, startled.
One of the boys leered at her.
Boy: Kya baat hai...kaha jaa rahi ho akele akele...
Purvi's instincts kicked in.
She tried to shake off his grip.
Purvi: Haath chhodo mera...
The boy's hold tightened. Purvi's anger ignited.
She slapped him hard, sending him stumbling.
The group surrounded her, menacing. Purvi stood her ground, fists clenched.
She delivered a swift kick to one boy's stomach.
He doubled over, gasping.
Another boy lunged, but Purvi dodged.
She countered with a punch, sending him reeling.
A third boy grabbed her hair.
Purvi twisted, using his momentum against him.
She tossed him aside, her movements fluid.
But the boys outnumbered her. Suddenly, a boy produced a knife.
Purvi's eyes widened.
Another boy struck her, sending her stumbling. She fell onto the road, skinning her cheek.
A car screeched to a halt mere inches from her. Abhi leapt out, eyes blazing.
The boys, taken aback, stumbled backward. Abhi charged toward them. The boys scattered, fleeing in panic.
One boy lingered, knife in hand. Abhi tackled him, pinning the knife to the ground. The boy yelped, releasing the knife.
Abhi's gaze snapped to Purvi. She stood, cheek bleeding.
Abhi gently helped Purvi up.Her injured cheek caught his attention. He swiftly covered it with his handkerchief...Concern etched on his face.
Purvi winced, feeling a pang. Abhi guided her to the car.
He opened the door, helping her in.As he settled beside her...
An uncomfortable silence filled the air. Purvi assumed Abhijeet's anger.
But Abhi's mind wandered elsewhere. He struggled to contain his emotions.
"How can I send her away now?"
The silence stretched. Purvi's anxiety grew.
Abhi's eyes remained fixed.The road ahead, his only focus.
They arrived home, the tension lingering.
Purvi settled onto the couch, exhausted.
Abhi sat beside her, gently lifting the handkerchief.
He winced at the cut on her cheek. He cleaned and dressed the wound with tender care.
His touch sent shivers down her spine. As he finished, Abhi stood up.
But Purvi's hand shot out, grasping his wrist.
Purvi: Rukoo...
Abhi's eyes met hers, questioning. Purvi's gaze held his.
Purvi: Naraz ho mujhse??
Abhijeet's expression softened.
He sat back down, his hand still captive. Purvi's fingers wrapped around his wrist. A gentle, yet firm hold.
Abhi: Nhi.. mai bss yeh soch raha hu wo kon ho sakta hai jo tumhari jaan ke peeche pada hai...
Purvi: bhut logon ki sachayi samne laayi hai maine...hoga unn mai se koi.. tum wo sab chhodo yeh btao.. tumhe kya zaroori baat karni thi??
Abhi's expression turned serious.
Abhi: haa mai kuch baat karna chahta tha lekin...
He hesitated, glancing at her injured cheek.
Abhi: Mujhe nhi lagta abhi yeh sahi samay hai.. baat karne ka..
Purvi's eyes sparkled mischievously.
Purvi: Ohh toh abhi kya karne ka samay hai...?
She leaned in, her voice teasing.
Abhi: Um.. wo.. p..purvi...
Purvi: shayad...mujhe pta hai kya karne ka samay hai..
she whispered, her breath tickling his ear.
Purvi (whispered): Janna chahoge??
Abhi: a..ha...haa
Abhi's cheeks flushed..
Purvi: Khaana banane ka... bhut bhukh lagi hai...kyu tumne kya socha..
Abhi: Uh.. kuch nhi..
Her fingers danced through his hair.
Purvi: Love your messy look...she whispered.
Abhi's eyes closed. He surrendered to her playful touch.
.
.
.
.
Days turned into weeks, weeks into months. Abhi no longer wanted Purvi to leave.
But he needed answers.
Who tried to harm her?
Abhi's mind raced. He took out his phone and instantly dialed a number..
Abhi: Hello..
Man: haa sahab aaj kaise yaad kiya mujhe??
Abhi: Ek madat chahiye..
Man: Boliye na sahab..
Abhi: Purvi sharma.. bhut jaani maani reporter hai.. haal hi mai uspar kuch hamle hue hain... Uspr wo hamle kisne kiye hain..uss aadmi ka pta karo.. yeh hamle uspr pichle 3 mahine mai hue hain..
Man: Thek hai sahab.. mai pta karke aapko batata hu..
Time Skip*
Evening 6:30*
Abhi received a call.
Abhi: Haa.. pta chala kon hai hamlavar??
Man: Kon hamlavar sahab? Uspar koi hamla nhi hua..
Abhi: What??
Man: sahab maine 3 nhi 4 mahine ki information nikali hai.. normal hi raha hai sab uski zindagi mai.. ghar se office, fir kuch news cover karne jaati thi ya kabhi kabhi apni ek saheli ke saath bahar khaana khane iske alawa wo bss apne show pr jaati hai jo hafte mai 2 bar aata hai.. fir sidhe ghar..
Abhi: Pakki khabar hai uspr koi hamla nhi hua??
Man: Haa sahab.. 3 mahine pehle wo ek din achank aapke ghar ki taraf jaati dikhi thi fir dobara wo ghar wapis nhi aayi.. roz office aur show pr jaati hai lekin ghar nhi jaati.. shayad usne appartment chhod diya apna..
Abhi: Ohh..
Man: haa yaad aaya... 3 mahine pehle ek hamla hua tha uspr..
Abhi: Kisne.. kisne kiya tha??
Man: Kuch local gunde the sahab... Ladki baazi karte hain bs unse bhid gayi thi wo uss din.. baaki koi hamla nhi hua..
Abhi: Thek hai..
Then he cut the call..
Abhi: toh usne jhooth kyu bola mujhse.. aur yeh jhoothi kahani kyu rachi..
Abhijeet's emotions clashed.
Anger. Hurt. Confusion.
He thought back to their moments together. Was everything a lie?
Time Skip*
Abhi's house*
Abhi entered his home, his mind still reeling from the informer's revelation.
He approached Purvi's room. She sat at her desk, writing. Their eyes met. Purvi's face lit up.
Purvi: Tum kab aaye??
She asked, rising. Abhi's tone was neutral.
Abhi: Bss abhi...tum busy ho kya??
Purvi shook her head.
Purvi: Nhi toh...
She walked towards him. Abhi's expression turned serious. He took out his coat.
Abhi: Waise ek baat karni thi tumse..
He said while pacing around her..
Purvi: aa.. haa b..bolo na..
Abhi : kuch information mili hai tumhare hamlavar ki...
Purvi: K..kya kya pta chala hai??
Abhi: yahi ki...
He saw sweat beads start forming on her forehead.. he took out his handkerchief and gave it to her.. she cleaned her sweat..
Abhi: Itna paseena kyu aaraaha hai??
Purvi: Wo.. kb..kbse kaam kr.. rhi thi na...toh...bss tum.. wo batao.. kya information..mili tumhe??
Abhi: wo dikhane mai kaisa tha purvi??
Purvi: Itna.. itna dhyan se thodi dekha..maine use..
Abhi: Kitni baar hamla kiya tha usne tumpr..??
Purvi: tee...teen chaar baar..
Abhi: Ohh.. maine sunaa wo aaj bhi aaya tha tumhare office...
Purvi: Wo.. haa aaya tha..
Abhi: Tumne mujhe bataya kyu nhi??
Purvi: Wo mai... Tum tumhe.. preshan nhi krna chahti thi..
Abhi: Fir toh tumne use dekha hoga na...kya pehan rakha tha usne...
She was very confused.. she did not think that such a situation would come to her..
Now she was just saying whatever came to her mouth
Purvi: Usne... pehan rakha tha...
Abhi: Haa kya??
Purvi: Wo...
He looked at her.. He looked at her like he could see into her soul.. she looked him from head to toe..
Purvi: Haa.. usne pant aur shirt pehan rakhi thi...
Abhi: Ohh aur.. dikhne mai kaisa tha??
Purvi: Tumhari jitni hi height thi uski aur...
Abhi's eyes never left Purvi's. He start taking small steps towards her.. while folding his sleeves. She gulped hard...
Abhi: aur???
Purvi: Aur...
She start taking steps backwards..
Abhi: Aur kya??
Purvi's back hit the wall, stopping her retreat.
Abhijeet loomed over her, his eyes blazing.
Purvi's heart pounded, fear gripping her. She knew his temper, his intensity. Abhi's voice was low, controlled.
Abhi: Did he touch you?
Purvi's lips trembled.
Purvi: a..h..ha... haan..
Abhi's eyes narrowed. He touched her arm, sending shivers.
Abhi: ohh.. and Did he do anything more?
Purvi: N..nh..nhi matlb...
Abhi bent near her ear. His warm breath sent tremors. Purvi closed her eyes, anticipating wrath.
But Abhi's words surprised her.
Abhi: mujhse itna bada jhooth kyu bola tumne..??
Purvi's eyes snapped open, shock widening them.
Suddenly, Abhi's grip tightened.
Abhi: Jawab doo...
Purvi's voice trembled.
Purvi: I.. I'm so sorry.. i know maine galat kiya.. pr mai bss tumhare saath thoda samay bitana chahati thi...
Abhi's gaze pierced hers.
Abhi: Mere saath samay bitana chahati thi??
Purvi nodded, tears welling.
Abhi's expression softened. His grip eased.
Abhi: Kyu??
Purvi: I love you...
Abhi's eyes searched hers. For truth, for sincerity.
Purvi: tumhare pas time hi nhi hota bss lunch krne aate the tabhi chale jaate the.. maine socha aisa bolne pe tum mere saath rahoge aur issi bahane sahi time aane pe mai tumhe apne dil ki baat bhi keh dungi..
Abhi's expression softened. He studied her face...Still holding her arms.
Abhi: Mere saath rehne mai tumhe dar nhi lagaa..??
Purvi's eyes met his.
Purvi: Mujhe kyu dar lagega tumse... Tum bhoot ho kya..?
Abhi's brow furrowed.
Abhi: What if... I did anything to you?
Purvi's smile was gentle.
Purvi: you won't...
Abhi's grip tightened.
Abhi: How can you trust me?
Purvi's voice filled with conviction.
Purvi : I see the good in you.
Abhi's heart swelled. No one trusted him like that..
Abhi pulled her closer. Purvi's eyes widened in shock.
Abhi: What if I touch you like this?
His hands trailed down her arms...Reaching her waist, his fingers spread...Exploring, teasing.
Purvi's eyelids fluttered closed. His touch ignited sparks.
Abhi's breath danced across her skin.
Abhi: Tell me.. does it scare you?
Purvi's voice barely audible.
Purvi: No...
Abhi's hands roamed her waist...Sending shivers.
Purvi's heart pounded. Her hands grasped his shoulders. For balance, for anchor.
Abhi gently turned her around. Her back faced him now. He reached up, undoing her bun. Loose strands cascaded down.
Abhi inhaled deeply...Her shampoo's sweet scent.
He slid her hair to one side exposing her neck...Whispering in her ear.
Abhi: What if...I kiss you here?
His breath sent shivers. Purvi bent her neck, inviting him...No words escaped her lips.
Abhijeet's lips grazed her skin...Gentle, tender.
Purvi bit her lower lip suppressing a moan...Her eyes closed, savoring.
Abhi's kiss deepened...Softly exploring.
Purvi's fingers gripped his arms. Tension and desire.
Abhi pulled back, inches from her ear. He gently turned her around...pinned her to the wall.
His body pressed against hers. Purvi's breath caught. Abhi's whisper sent shivers.
Abhi: What if i...
His thumb traced her lips. Purvi's eyes closed...her head hung low, surrendering to his touch.
Abhi's thumb slid down...from lips to chin.
He gently lifted her face with index finger and thumb...Forcing her to meet his gaze.
Abhi: what if i love you??
Purvi's eyes opened locked onto his...Vulnerable, exposed.
Abhi's eyes burned...Desire, longing.
He leaned in his face inches from hers.
Purvi's lips parted..no words escaped.
Abhi's breath mingled with hers anticipation hung heavy.
His lips crashed onto hers. Deep, passionate, all-consuming.
Purvi's senses melted world around her dissolved. His kiss spoke a thousand words...Longing, desire, love.
Purvi's arms wrapped around him...Fingertips digging into his skin.
Abhi's hands cradled her face...thumbs tracing her cheeks.
Their lips danced, intertwined. They parted away..
Abhi: What if i take you now...??
Purvi's heart raced, her pulse pounding.
Purvi: You'll regret...
she breathed, her voice trembling. But her eyes betrayed her.
Abhi saw the desire...The longing...He smiled.
Abhi: I'll risk it...
He flipped her and threw her onto her bed.
She fell onto the mattress, looking up at him.
He smirked...His fingers undone the buttons of his shirt...One by one.
Purvi's blush deepened. A naughty smile played on her lips.
She crooked her finger and gestured him to come closer.
Purvi: Then...go ahead...
Abhi's eyes locked onto hers. He shed his shirt...His chest muscles tensed.
Purvi's eyes roamed drinking in the sight.
Abhi obliged crawling onto the bed...Closer.
His lips traced Purvi's jawline. Purvi's eyes fluttered closed. Her neck arched.
Now His lips start tracing her neck. She arched, her pulse racing.
His fingers danced across her skin...Teasing...Exploring.
Her hands slid down Abhi's chest...His muscles tensed...Her touch electrified him.
He claimed her lips...passion deepened. Then he removed her top through her head and pushed her on bed.. she was just in her bra lying there looking at him..
Her boobs were having up and down in nervousness and excitement..she was waiting desperately for his next move..
His hands slowly moved towards her moulds and cupped them above her bra.. for some time he just stared at the shape inside his palms..he was gazing at them unblinkingly and tracing the shape of it.his palms were totally covering her big round boobs..
After some time his hands travelled downwards towards her back raising her body little up from the surface of bed..he immediately undid the hook and pulled out the bra outside her body hurriedly making her circular fleshes exposed to him..
Her hands automatically went towards her bosoms to cover them due to nervousness but blocked at midway by his strong hand..he pinned her hands together on the bed above her head and leaned a little towards her..
His body heat reached the peak glancing at her milky white big round mountains and erected brown nipples..they were vibrating up and down rapidly in anticipation...
He looked at her..her eyes were clasped tightly due to nervousness..He smirked at her reaction and his eyes again went to the destination..her bosoms..
He was staring at them unblinkingly.. abstracting the elegance of her curves..how beautiful they are..
She opened her eyes in disappointment as she couldn't feel his touch..her breath hitched to see his hungry gaze on her bosoms...
Purvi: Do it... Please...
Slowly his face inched towards her chest..he opened his mouth and rolled his tongue softly around the nipple..
Her eyes clasped again and body lifted from the bed a little in ecstasy...
Purvi: Ummmhh..
Soft moan escaped from her mouth ..He rolled his tongue all over the soft skin of the mould and in no time his sharp teeth captured her nipple and pulled it inside her mouth..
His hand left her hands and started kneading the another one mercilessly...
Purvi: Ummmm...ahhh...mmm...
Her hot moan was influencing his hormones more..He was biting and sucking her harder..
Her palm clutched his silky hair and pushing his head more into her chest..
He was sucking her harder with each passing second.. his sweet sensuous torture on her softness was growing wilder.. while their feet were busy in playing sensuous game with each other..
Getting satisfied with the right one his mouth travelled towards the left one and claimed it..he sucked it harder than the other one while his hand was busy in torturing the another one kneading it mercilessly...
Getting satisfied with both he lifted his head from her chest to get the visual of his sensous yet dangerous torture...
Her chest was glittering with saliva..it was looking totally red and swollen...he smirked proudly..
He looked at her and placed a soft kiss on her lips. She clutched his hair and continued the kiss..the kiss grew passionate..
His hands were traveling downwards...
He slowly lifted the end hem of her skirt upto her waist and massaged her thighs sensously between the kiss...
His palm was traveling upwards towards her inner thighs..the motion of his hand towards her secure part was making her nervous and excited at the same time...
He slowly parted her both thighs apart and traced his finger above the hem of her panty..
Her core started throbbing feeling his touch so closely..her mind was hazing..she started leaking..her pace of rhythmic movement of her lips was slowing down gradually..
Finally his fingers starting roaming above her panty feeling her wetness..
Her lips movement stopped..
He was caressing her pusssy lips and clit above her panty swirling his fingers round and round over it making her more wet..
He was smooching her lightly..
Her panty got drenched totally and started dripping..
He finally entered his palm inside the panty and felt her wet soft fleshy petals on his palms..he was caressing her pussy lips sensously and parting them apart to get access of her entrance..
Finally he entered his middle finger inside her core making her flinched..
Purvi: Aaahhhhh.
She moaned loud..He moved it to and forth inside her tight hole making her scream in both pain and ecstasy..
In just some seconds she released with hot scream..
Purvi: Ummmhhhh ...ahhhh...
She got the first orgasm of her life...her toes are curled..she was sweating..with open mouth she was trying to inhale deeply..she was feeling incredible experiencing the never felt Sensual pleasure..
He didn't stop and entered the another finger and fucked her more rapidly making her scream louder..
Purvi: Ohhhh...ummmmhhhh...abhii...
He was smooching her lightly and enjoying her melodious hot moan...his hormones were at the peak and he was getting harder with each passing second..but he was controlling himself and he was just staring at her face and her hot expressions..her eyes were clasped.. neck was arching in different directions in ecstasy..
one hand was clutching the pillow another one clutching his muscles..her nails were digging into his skin..but he was enjoying it...the way she was biting her lips to control her moan was making him crazy..
He was unknowingly feeling proud of himself and smirking darkly..her hot antics and moan were influencing him to torture her pussy more...
He was fingering her more dangerously making her orgasm multiple times...her one hand was clutching his wrist to slow down his pace but couldn't..
His palm was slapping her clit while fucking her making hot wet sounds making his hormones go crazy..he was loving it..
Purvi: pleaseeee... Jeettt.. ummhhh...ahhhh...
she was screaming in extreme ecstasy
Her petite body strated trembling due to multiple orgasms in her first time...
Finally he moved downwards..
He slided the drenched panty through her legs and threw it somewhere..
Before she could understand he parted her legs apart and dipped his face into her wetness...
Her thighs tightened around his face..
He opened his mouth and rolled his tongue all over her pink fleshy petals inhaling the ravishing smell of her wetness...
Purvi: Ummmmmm...
the touch of his wet tongue on her pussy felt incredible.
In no time his teeth worked on her pussy lips parting them apart..he entered his tongue into her entrance and fucked her.. while his fingers were busy in teasing her clit...
Purvi: Ahhhh...ohhh ...ummmm...
She was screaming loudly. His tongue was doing magic on her core..she was feeling incredible.
He was nibbling and sucking her core dangerously.. eating her pussy like a yummy food..her palm was clutching his silky hair tightly and pushing his head more into her core..
After some time she released into his mouth screaming the loudest..
Purvi: Ahhhhhh...Abhiiiiii..jeettt..
He drank her necter in contentment and licked remaining from his lips...Finally he lifted himself up from her..
She was trembling dangerously due to extreme intense orgasm..her body was totally drenched with sweat..
Then He reached down and pulled his own pant and underwear off faster, and he was completely naked now in front of her. She looked extremely hot to Abhi like this. She blushed so hard..
Abhi reached for her cheeks and kissed her once again, running his wet tongue along hers..
Abhi hovered over her and planted soft kisses against her shoulder. As she felt his warm breaths on her shoulder, she gasped with pleasure..
His mouth was now on her bosom, sucking on her breasts, fondling them with need, and she had gripped his hair tightly.
Abhi took one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking on it gently, the thumb of his other hand, tracing her other nipple.
He did the same with the other nipple, flicking his tongue over it, leaving wet trails on her breast.
She arched her back, causing the breast he was passionately sucking to travel deeper into his mouth. Abhi continued to shower love on her breasts, as he used his hands to remove all her clothing off her legs. Then he moved his hand in between her thighs, caressing her folds lovingly.
He moved his mouth off her breasts and looked in her eyes again..
Purvi blushed again, as she feel his fingers on the inside of her thigh, and she tried to trap his hand in between her legs.
Purvi: Ummhh.. ummm..
Her heart was beating incredibly fast...
Purvi: unh.. ouh..hh ab..h..ii aaahhh.
Abhi rested his forehead against hers. Abhi sucked on her lips gently, his hands moving down to caress her breasts, to weigh them in his hands.
When they broke the kiss this time, the two of them looked at each other with deep desire, and deep love.
She reached up and touched his cheek lovingly.
Abhi pressed himself between her legs gently, using his hand to stroke his manhood against her clit.
Purvi: aahh..
She moaned as she felt him there. Abhi gently pressed his lips against hers, caressing her lips with his, while he positioned himself against her opening.
Purvi's heart was hammering as she felt him between her legs.
He entered his tip in her. Her fingers dug into his back, as he finally, very slowly, drew himself inside her fully.. She gulped hard out of pain as he was indeed huge and thick.
Abhi: look at me...
She tried to met his eyes out of pain and spoke.
Purvi: aaahh..
Tears started rolling her eyes as she controlled her voice of pain. He started nibbling her ear to soothe her pain.
He felt her breasts press up against him, and she trembled.
Purvi: aahh.. jeet please move...
She moaned feeling his hard manhood inside her..
The warmth of her insides felt amazing around him, and the way that her vaginal walls were clenching around his erection was making staying still very difficult.
He start moving to and forth..
Purvi (moaned): Ummm... Aaahh..
Purvi clutched the pillow...she was feeling pleasure...He started banging her hard..
Purvi: Ohh... Please slooww...
Abhi: Mm..fuckk..
He groaned and paced up more. Purvi was unable to take more. She moaned in pain and pleasure.
Purvi: Aaahhh.. please Abhijeet dheere...
He grabbed her neck...not so harshly..
Abhi: This is your punishment for lying to me...
Purvi: Oohh... Pleass aaahhh...
After 2-3 minutes Purvi got adjusted with his pace...now she was also feeling extreme pleasure... Screaming loudly in extreme ecstasy...
The room was echoing with their moan wild groan crackling sound of the bed and wet sound of coming from the fusion of her wet pussy and his hardened dick...
Soon she released herself on his dick...
Abhi: mm... I'm cumming...
He said, letting his forehead fall against hers, as he also climaxed, releasing himself inside her and filling her up.
The two of them took deep breaths, as he finally exited her. He fell on the bed beside her and she adjusted the pillow under his head lovingly first, before resting against his chest, a smile on her lips.
He pressed his forehead to hers and huskily said..
Abhi: I love you..
Purvi: I love you too..
Two months flew by.
Abhijeet and Purvi's blissful routine.
Office days ended with eager ing home to each other. Sharing laughter, stories.
Funny anecdotes, serious tales. Their evening ritual. Coffee, dinner, conversations.
Weekends were sacred. Movie nights, candlelit dinners. Dates at favorite restaurants...Strolls in the park. Hand in hand, side by side. Life's beauty shone brighter.
Together, they faced each day. Supporting, loving, growing.
Morning 10:20*
Cid bureau*
Abhi sat with team, sipping coffee. ACP emerged, newspaper in hand.
Acp: Abhijeet... yeh sab kya hai??
He asked, tossing the paper onto the table. Everyone exchanged curious glances.
Abhi: Kya hua sir??
ACP's stern gaze locked onto him.
Acp: Aaj ka newspaper padho..
Daya picked it up, eyes widening.
The front page featured Abhijeet and Purvi's photos:
- Holding hands, exiting a cozy restaurant.
- Sharing a laugh, drinking from the same glass.
- Feeding each other dessert from a single plate.
Daya: "Something cooking between Senior Inspector Abhijeet and famous news reporter Purvi Sharma?"
Daya: Will CID's secrets be compromised?
Can a news reporter and a cop truly balance love and duty?
What if their union jeopardizes national security or undermines justice?".
Acp: ab batao.. kya hai yeh sab??
Abhi: Sir.. wo actually...mai aur purvi...
ACP's expression turned stern.
Acp: Use phone karke yahan bulao abhi..
Abhi nodded, dialing Purvi's number.
Acp: Speaker pe rakhko..
Purvi's cheerful voice filled the room.
Purvi: Hi, baby! Kya baat hai aaj subhe subhe hi yaad kr rhe ho..
Abhi's face flushed.
Everyone's gazes dropped, hiding smiles.
Abhi: Uh...wo.. Purvi.. tu.. tum Bureau aajao..
Purvi's tone shifted.
Purvi: Kyu kya hua sab thek hai na??
Abhi: Tum aao fir...baat karte hain..
Purvi's pause hinted at concern.
Purvi: Okk..aati hu..
Speakerphone clicked off...Colleagues exchanged knowing glances.
Time skip*
Purvi arrived, confident and poised.
Purvi: Kya hua tumne mujhe yahan kyu bulaya??
ACP handed her the newspaper. Purvi's eyes scanned the article. Her expression changed.
Purvi (mummers): Ohh isiliye aaj sab office mai mujhe aise ghoor rhe the...
Acp: Ab bataoge tum dono ki yeh sab kya hai??
Abhi: Wo sir.. actually...
Purvi stood tall.
Purvi: Jo bhi hai sach hai... haa hum dono pyaar karte hain...What's wrong with that?
Acp: Wo jo bhi ho yeh relation possible nhi hai..
Abhijeet and Purvi exchanged confused glances.
Abhivi: Kyun sir??
They asked in unison.
Abhi: Dekho meri baat samjho... Tum dono ke profession alag alag hai ek dum opposite... iss baat ka bhut bada issue ban sakta hai.. cid ke bhut se aise secrets hote hain jo hum media walo ko nhi bata sakte..
Purvi: But sir mai ghar pr iski biwi bankr rahungi news reporter thodi na.. mai konsa iske aage aage camera aur mic lekr ghumne wali hu..
Abhi stepped forward.
Abhi: Sir.. mai wada karta hu aisa kuch nhi hoga.. mai jaan dedunga agar maine purvi ko internal information bhi di...
Purvi nodded vigorously.
Purvi: Haa.. har profession ke asool hote hain sir.. mai apne samjhti hu aur aapke bhi asoolon ki respect karti hu.. jaise jeet ko apne kaam se pyaar hai waise mujhe bhi hai.. aur waise bhi sir personal life naam ki bhi ek cheez hoti hai.. hum 24 hrs thodi na kaam ki related baatein krenge.. shaadi ke baad aur bhi zimmedaariya hoti hai.. aur bhi kaam hote hain..
Daya spoke up.
Daya: haa jaise romance..
ACP's stern gaze silenced Daya.
Daya: Sorry sir..
Abhijeet and Purvi's persistence paid off. ACP finally agreed to their marriage.
Daya whispered in Abhi's ear, teasing.
Daya: Sochle bhai... Yahan acp sahab ghar pe yeh.. jhel lega na??
Unluckily, everyone heard. Team struggled to stifle laughter.
Purvi and ACP glared at Daya.
Purvi smiled confidently.
Purvi: don't worry ... 5 mahine se jhel hi raha hai...
The room fell silent.
Shreya: matlb aap log 5 mahine se relationship mai ho??
Purvi corrected her.
Purvi: Live-in relationship.
Their Jaws dropped...Eyes widened in shock.
Daya: Bhai tune mujhe batana zaroori nhi samjha??
Abhi: Jab tere aur shreya ke beech sab thek ho gya tha.. tb tune mujhe bataya tha..??
Daya: Badla le raha hai hunnhh..
Acp: Wo jo bhi ho... Shaadi ka kya socha hai tum dono ne fir??
Abhi: Sir kuch time mai karlenge..
Acp: Hmm jaldi karlena... Aise shaadi se pehle saath rehna sahi nhi lagta..
Abhi: Yes sir...
Time skip*
Night 8:30*
Purvi siting on couch and scrolled through Instagram.
A photo caught her eye - a secretly taken picture of her and Abhijeet.
She opened the account.
"Abhivi Fan" made her smile.
Posts revealed interviews, edits, and moments from their relationship.
Purvi's heart swelled.
Abhi: Kya baat hai... Kya dekh kr itna smile kr rhi ho..??
Purvi: hamari news...
Abhi: Ohh...
Purvi: Pta hai abhivi har social media pe chaa gya hai..
Abhi: Abhivi kya??
Purvi: Apni duty mode se bahar aaiye... inspector sahab.. aur thoda social media pr bhi jaiye.. instagram account phone ki shobha badhane ke liye rakha hai kya??
Purvi settled into his lap.
Purvi: Abhijeet and Purvi, urf Abhivi... Yaani hum dono.. dekho kitne fanpages bhi bann gaye hamare...
She showed him fan pages, edits, and news. Abhi's eyes widened.
Abhi: Wow, our fans are creative.
Purvi giggled.
Purvi: See, even memes.
Abhi chuckled. As they scrolled, their faces shone with happiness.
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"Viral sensations" defined Abhijeet and Purvi.
Their love story captivated India.
#Abhivi trended on social media. Fans praised their chemistry. Media outlets covered their relationship.
Purvi's show "Face off" gained record viewership.
The lush green lawn, adorned with intricate floral arrangements and twinkling lights. The air was filled with the sweet scent of roses and jasmine.
Purvi, resplendent in a crimson red lehenga, her hair styled in a elegant bun, adorned with delicate jewelry, walked down the aisle. Her eyes sparkled as she met Abhi's gaze.
Abhijeet, dashing in a cream-colored sherwani, his eyes shining with love, stood waiting. A gentle smile played on his lips.
The priest began the ceremony, chanting ancient Vedic mantras. Abhi and Purvi exchanged vows, promising eternal love and loyalty.
As they performed the Saptapadi, seven sacred steps, symbolizing their journey together.
ACP, beaming with pride, Shreya handed Abhi the mangalsutra, which he gently placed around Purvi's neck.
With the application of sindoor, Abhi sealed their union.
The crowd erupted in cheers and applause . Colleagues and friends rushed to congratulate them.
CID team presented a customized photo album, chronicling Abhijeet and Purvi's journey.
Purvi's news channel crew captured the moments, broadcasting live.
The reception followed, with music, dance, and feasting.
Abhijeet and Purvi's love story became a legendary tale.
Daya: Congratulations bro... Barbadi.. i mean shaadi ke liye..
Shreya : Koi baat nhi sir.. agla number apka hi hai barbadi.. i mean shaadi ka..
Everyone laughed..
Two months into their blissful marriage, Purvi sat on their bed, calling out to Abhijeet.
Purvi: Jeet aao bhi...aur kitna time loge.. itna time toh ladkiyan bhi nhi lagati nahane mai..
Abhi: 2 minute.. bhi nhi hua mujhe bathroom mai aaye..
Purvi: Mai bor ho rhi hu na...
Abhi: Bss 5 minute...
Her gaze fell on his phone. Instagram was open.
Their wedding pictures and romantic clicks flooded the screen.
A photo of Abhi placing the mangalsutra around Purvi's neck.
A sunset snapshot with Abhi's arms wrapped around Purvi.
A candid moment of Abhi feeding Purvi cake.
Purvi's heart swelled. She scrolled to the comments.
"Abhivi made for each other."
"Made in heaven."
"Strangers to friends, friends to boyfriend, and boyfriend to husband."
"Congratulations, Inspector Sahab, on your new promotion – Husband!"
Purvi's eyes sparkled. She felt loved, cherished.
Her eyes scanned a particular post.
A photo of Abhivi – Purvi sitting in Abhijeet's lap.
Comments flooded the section. But one thing caught Purvi's attention.
Only girls commented...Drooling over Abhijeet.
"Marriage hasn't changed him, still so hot!"
"Abhijeet sir, my heart beats for you!"
"Abhijeet sir, you're aging like fine wine!"
"You're one lucky woman, Purvi!"
"Purvi ma'am, share him with us, please?"
"Ma'am, can you give me your seat?"
Purvi's eyes narrowed...Jealousy crept in...Anger simmered.
Why were these girls openly flirting?
Didn't they know he was taken?
Abhi emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel.
His gaze met Purvi's, sitting on the bed, phone in hand. Her expression was unusual - no smile, only tension.
Abhi: Purvi.. kya hua tumhe??
Purvi's eyes didn't leave the screen. Abhi walked closer.
She handed him the phone, her eyes flashing with annoyance.
Purvi: Comments pdho.. khaas kr wo last wale do..
Abhi scanned the screen, a hint of a smile on his lips.
Purvi glared.
Purvi: Aree.. yeh smile kya kar rhe ho?? Tumhe maza aaraha hai yeh sab padhkr..??
Abhi: Are.. mai.. mai toh bass...
Purvi: Kya bas..? Ek minute.. tum inn ladkiyon se baatein toh nhi karte??
Abhi: Sabse nhi lekin...
Purvi's eyes widened.
Purvi: Sab se nhi bss in mai se kuch...kyu hai na ..?.
Abhi teased.
Abhi: A few. Harmless conversations.
Purvi: Harmless? You think flirting is harmless?
Abhijeet grinned mischievously.
Abhi: Flirting? Me? Never.
Purvi threw a pillow at him. Abhi caught the pillow, laughing.
Abhi: Jealous huhh??
Purvi crossed her arms, pouting.
Purvi: Dobara in mai se kisi ka bhi Comment maine dekha na tumhari pic pe toh chhodungi nhi tumhe...
Abhi sat beside her, his eyes sparkling.
Abhi: mai bhi kaha chahta hu...tum mujhe chhodo..
He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear.
Abhi: Purvi, you're the only one for me...
Purvi's resistance weakened. Abhi's hands wrapped around her waist.
Abhi: No one compares to you...
His lips trailed down her neck. Purvi's eyes fluttered closed.
Abhi's lips continued their gentle exploration. Purvi's tension melted away.
Purvi: Jeet...
she whispered, her voice barely audible. His mouth claimed hers, deepening the kiss.
Purvi's arms wrapped around him, pulling him closer.
The phone slipped from her hand, forgotten...Comments, jealousy, and doubts faded.
Only their love remained. As they broke apart for air, Abhijeet smiled.
Abhi: Still jealous?
Purvi playfully rolled her eyes.
Purvi: You're impossible.
Abhi chuckled: Impossible to resist?
Purvi blushed: Maybe...
Their lips met again.