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Manoj in the narcotics got a information about a case
It was nearing midnight when Abhijeet's phone buzzed on the nightstand. Half-asleep, he reached for it, groggily reading the name on the screen: Manoj Bhaiya.
Abhijeet sat up, suddenly alert. Manoj rarely called him this late.
"Haan Bhaiya?" he answered, his voice filled with concern.
On the other end, Manoj's voice sounded strained and hurried. "Abhi, main railway station ja raha hoon. Ek lead mili thi jo Raj Singhaniya ke underworld racket se judi hui hai. Mujhe laga tumhe batana zaroori hai."
Abhijeet frowned, worry creeping into his tone. "Bhaiya, aap akela kyun ja rahe ho? Aapko kisi ko inform karna chahiye tha."
Manoj sighed. "Time nahi tha, Abhi. Aur mujhe laga ki tumhe pata ho to achha hoga. Bas backup ready rakhna."
Before Abhijeet could respond, the line went dead. He jumped out of bed, quickly grabbing his jacket and car keys.
When Abhijeet reached the railway station, he spotted chaos near one of the platforms. Manoj was cornered by a group of men, blood dripping from a cut on his forehead.
Abhijeet ran toward them, shouting, "Chhodo mere bhai ko!"
One of the goons turned, sneering, "Toh tu hai Abhijeet? Tumhare hi chakkar mein yeh sab ho raha hai. Raj Singhaniya ka message hai—case se hat jao, warna agla target tum hoge."
Abhijeet's fists clenched. Without wasting another second, he charged at the group, throwing punches with precision. Manoj, despite his injuries, joined the fight, covering Abhijeet's back. The fight was brutal, but the brothers managed to fend off the attackers.
Breathing heavily, Manoj leaned against a pillar, wincing in pain. Abhijeet quickly checked his injuries. "Bhaiya, aap theek ho?"
Manoj gave a weak nod but winced again. "Yeh log mujhe khatam karne aaye the, Abhi. Tumhe dhamkane ke liye."
Abhijeet's jaw tightened. "Mujhe pata tha yeh case ke peeche kuch aur hai. Yeh sirf trafficking nahi, yeh Raj Singhaniya ke drugs ka pura network hai. Lekin ab inhone galti kar diya
The following morning, Abhijeet brought Manoj home. Priya, waiting at the door with Aarav on her hip, gasped when she saw her husband's injuries.
"Manoj! Tumhari yeh haalat kisne ki?" she cried, her voice trembling.
Abhijeet helped Manoj inside, carefully lowering him onto the couch. "Bhabhi, Bhaiya ab theek hain. Bas thoda sa injury hai."
Priya wasn't having it. She turned to Abhijeet, her eyes blazing. "Yeh sab kaise hua, Abhi? Tum Manoj ke saath kyun nahi the? Tum uske bhai ho, tumhe unka dhyan rakhna chahiye tha!"
Abhijeet looked down, guilt washing over him. "Bhabhi, Bhaiya ne mujhe inform kiya tha, lekin tab tak main..."
Priya cut him off, her voice breaking. "Main bas yeh jaanti hoon ki tumhare Bhaiya ek narcotics officer hain, unka kaam dangerous hai. Lekin tum... tum toh unke saath ho sakte the, unhe protect kar sakte the. Tumhe nahi pata main kitni worried thi kal raat."
Aarav, sensing the tension, clung to Priya's shoulder. Priya's voice softened slightly as she said, "Abhi, main tumhari taraf hoon jab tumhare Papa aur Manoj tumhe samajhte nahi. Lekin kal raat tumne mujhe bhi disappoint kiya."
Abhijeet swallowed hard, his voice barely a whisper. "I'm sorry, Bhabhi."
He adjusted the pillows under Manoj's head and stood up, his shoulders heavy with guilt. Before leaving, he looked at Priya and said softly, "Bhaiya ka dhyan rakhna. Main kuch zaroori kaam se bureau ja raha hoon."
At the bureau, Abhijeet buried himself in work, trying to focus on the case. The attack on Manoj had only solidified his resolve to expose Raj Singhaniya's network.
As he was reviewing files, a familiar voice pulled him out of his thoughts.
"Abhi, kya chal raha hai?"
He looked up to see Dr. Tarika, Dr. Salunkhe's daughter, standing by his desk. Her face was filled with concern.
Abhijeet sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Tarika, yahan mat baitho. Tumhe khud ko iss case se door rakhna chahiye."
She sat down anyway, ignoring his words. "Tum kaise ho, Abhi? Tumhare chehre se lag raha hai ki kuch theek nahi hai."
Abhijeet hesitated, then finally opened up. "Manoj Bhaiya pe kal raat hamla hua tha. Yeh Raj Singhaniya ki warning thi mujhe case se hatne ke liye. Aur ab sab mujhe blame kar rahe hain maybe that's what I deserve
Tarika placed a reassuring hand on his arm Abhi, tumhari instincts kabhi galat nahi hoti. Tumhe khud par aur apne investigation par bharosa karna hoga
For the first time in hours, Abhijeet felt a small sense of relief. Tarika always had a way of grounding him, making him feel seen.
"Thanks, Tarika," he said quietly.
She smiled, standing up. Mujhe pata hai tum yeh case solve karoge. Lekin apna khayal rakhna, samjhe?
Abhijeet nodded as she walked away, leaving him alone with his thoughts once again.
Not long after Tarika left, the bureau doors swung open. ACP Pradyuman entered, flanked by the DCP and DIG. Their expressions were grim.
Abhijeet immediately stood up. Sir, case se related kuch developments hain—
The DCP cut him off with a smirk. "Developments? Tumhare developments ki wajah se Manoj injured hai, aur case ab tak solve nahi hua."
Abhijeet clenched his fists but remained silent.
The DIG handed Pradyuman a document, who read it silently before looking up at his son. His voice was cold. Abhijeet, tumhe ek mahine ke liye suspend kiya ja raha hai. Tumhare superiors ke orders ka ullanghan aur case ko galat direction mein le jaane ke liye.
The DCP smirked, adding sarcastically, "Baccha hai, ACP saab. Galtiyan karega hi. Shayad is suspension ke baad sudhar jaaye."
The room fell silent as the DIG and DCP left, leaving father and son alone.
Pradyuman turned to Abhijeet, his face a mask of fury. Tumhe kya lagta hai? Main tumhe is department mein yeh sab karne ke liye laaye hoon?
Abhijeet opened his mouth to defend himself, but before he could speak, Pradyuman slapped him hard across the face. The force of the blow made his lips rupture, blood trickling down his chin.
Abhijeet staggered back, touching his swollen cheek. He looked at his father in disbelief, his voice trembling. "Sir... main toh bas apna kaam kar raha tha."
Pradyuman's voice thundered through the bureau. "Ye sikhaya maine tumhe? Inability, misleading aur unprofessional behaviour? Tumne apne Bhai ko bhi risk mein daal diya!"
Abhijeet's eyes filled with unshed tears. Without another word, he turned and walked out of the bureau, his heart heavy with pain and betrayal.
As Pradyuman watched his younger son leave, a pang of guilt pierced his heart. The anger he felt wasn't just directed at Abhijeet—it was rooted in his own fear. Fear of losing another loved one.
He sank into his chair, rubbing his temples. The memory of losing Suganya flashed in his mind again, her lifeless body in his arms.
"Mujhe tumse baat karni chahiye thi, Abhi," he murmured to himself. "Lekin main hamesha galat tareeke se react karta hoon."
But his pride wouldn't allow him to admit his mistake—at least not yet.