Sorry guys late update de rhi hun...aap log chinta naa karen mai story discontinue nai karungi...bus kabhi kabhi late ho sakta hai...I hope aapko chapter pasand aayega...Or RMD ko kya mai eske baad continue kar sakti hun?? Pahele ese khatam kar lete hun...RMD trio based hai esliye vo thodi lambi chalege eske mukabla...mai soch rhi hun pahele ese nipta dete hun jaldi se...aap log bhi apna opinion de Dena plss but I promise mai koi bhi story incomplete nahi chodungi...late hi sahi complete jrur krungi.
Duty hours are over, most officers have left for their homes. The office is almost empty... chairs pushed back, files stacked neatly, dim lights flickering. Only three people remain—each lost in their own turmoil.
ACP sits in his cabin, staring at Abhijeet's desk. His fingers tighten around an old case file—the same one from when he first brought Abhijeet into CID. His eyes darken as emotions swirl inside him—anger, pain, and something deeper... a sense of loss.
ACP Pradyuman (pov): Jab tum cid mai pahele baar aaye the kabhi nahi socha tha tumse Etna gehra lagaav ho jayega...ki tumhare ye khamoshi bhi etni takleef dege...kash mai ye sach badal sakta ki tum commissioner sahab ke bete ho...His jaw tightens, but the sadness in his eyes betrays the cold front he is trying to maintain.
Abhijeet side
Abhijeet sits in his cabin, head lowered, fingers absentmindedly tracing circles on the desk. His eyes are red, but his mind refuses to rest. His thoughts echo with Commissioner Bhairav's words— "Tum sirf mere bete ho, ACP ko haq nahi tumhe thappad marne ka." The weight of those words lingers in his chest.
He exhales deeply, shutting his eyes, but the pounding of his heart only grows louder. Abhijeet lost in deep thought. The door opens, and Commissioner Bhairav come towards him.
Commissioner Bhairav (in a soft tone): Chalein beta? Bahut raat ho gayi hai… Ghar chalte hain…
The word "ghar" makes Abhijeet's heart clench. He rises from his chair but doesn't meet the Commissioner's eyes.
Meanwhile, ACP's cabin door is slightly ajar—he hears everything but remains silent.
Abhijeet (hesitant, voice low): Sir, mujhe abhi yahin rukna hai…ek last file bachi hai bus vo complete ho jaye fir...
Commissioner Bhairav (firmly): Main keh raha hoon na ghar chalo... Mere baat samjh mai nahi aati tumhe...Abhijeet looked down...ACP's fists clench. His knuckles turn white as he suppresses his emotions.
Commissioner Bhairav (placing a hand on his shoulder, voice gentle yet firm): Aur ye kya sir sir laga rakha hai tumne...baap hum mai tumhara dad kahkar bulao...Abhijeet's body stiffens. His fingers curl into fists on the table.
Inside ACP's cabin. He hears the words clearly. His eyes widen. His breath catches. His fingers grip the file in his hand so tightly that the pages crumple. Tears threaten to form in ACP's eyes, but he blinks them back, swallowing the lump in his throat.
Just as Abhijeet is about to respond, the Commissioner places a reassuring hand on his head. That's when ACP finally loses his patience. ACP steps out of his cabin, his gaze sharp as steel. His eyes land directly on the Commissioner's hand resting on Abhijeet's head.
Abhijeet (voice low but firm): Sir , Plss aap chale jayea mai file complete karke aa jaunga
Commissioner (expression hardening): Office hour khatam ho chuka hai Abhijeet...or ab mai tumhara sir nahi baap hun samjhe...pyar ki bhasha samjh nahi aate kya tumhe...
ACP, standing just outside the door now, hears this. His face hardens, but the pain in his eyes is unmistakable. Finally, he steps forward. ACP enters, his presence commanding as always. His gaze flickers from Abhijeet to the Commissioner, then back to Abhijeet.
ACP (voice steady, but layered with emotion): Bas… Bahut ho gaya sir...Aap Abhijeet ko force nahi kar sakte...The Commissioner turns...
Commissioner Bhairav (chewing): Pradyuman yeh humara personal matter hai...tum beech mein mat bolo..
ACP Pradyuman (eyes darkening, voice sharp): Sir, ager aapko baap banne ka Etna hi shouk hai to ghar par rahna tha yahan Abhijeet aapko sir ki tarah hi respect dega..
Abhijeet's eyes dart between the two men. His heart pounds. This was a war between two father figures— one whom he considers his ideal and the other is the one who wants to control him.
Commissioner Bhairav (challenging tone): Mujhe mat sikhao mujhe kya or kese karna hai...mera beta hai... ye jo mai kahunga wahi ese karna hoga...ACP takes a step closer, his voice turning dangerously low.
ACP (quietly but intensely): Beta hai Abhijeet aapka gulam nahi hai... Apni life ke decision vo khud le sakta hai aapko us par apni marji thopne ki jarurat nahi hai... The words hit hard. The Commissioner's jaw tightens. He turns to Abhijeet again.
Commissioner Bhairav (commanding tone): Abhijeet maine kaha chalo...
Abhijeet looks at the Commissioner, then at ACP.
He remembers the Commissioner's threat, "Tumhare reports incomplete hain, cases pending hain, aur ek bhi remarkable result nahi mila mujhe pichhle kuch mahino se.. ager aise hi chalta raha to mai tumhe suspend kar dunga Pradyuman."
His hands clench and unclench as he struggles with his emotions. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he takes a step back.
Abhijeet (slowly, with finality): Nahi sir… jab tak Main ye file nahi complete kar leta mai yahin rahunga...
A long pause. The Commissioner's face darkens, but ACP… ACP lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. His eyes glisten for a second before he composes himself. The Commissioner turns to ACP, his voice filled with quiet fury.
Commissioner Bhairav (coldly): Abhijeet Ek ghante ke andar - andar mujhe tum ghar mai dikhne chahiye...or tum ACP Abhijeet or mujhse durr hi rahna.. acha hoga tumhare liye
ACP (meeting his gaze fearlessly): Ab aap jaa sakte hai sir
The Commissioner gives a final glance at Abhijeet before turning away. His footsteps echo as he walks out, leaving behind a storm of emotions. As the door closes, ACP and Abhijeet are left standing—one with relief, the other with lingering pain.
The Commissioner is gone, but his words still hang heavy in the air. A thick silence follows, stretching between them.
Abhijeet takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself. His fingers tighten around the file in front of him, but his mind is elsewhere, lost in thought.
Just then, ACP moves toward him—slowly, hesitantly.
Without a word, ACP pulls out the chair next to Abhijeet's desk and sits down. His usual authority is missing; tonight, he is just an elder watching over his son.
Abhijeet glances at him, surprised, but says nothing. ACP simply rests his arms on the desk, observing Abhijeet silently, as if trying to reassure himself that Abhijeet is still there… still his.
Abhijeet, feeling the weight of ACP's gaze, shifts uncomfortably.
Abhijeet (clearing his throat, trying to act normal): Sir, kuch kaam tha kya? ACP doesn't respond immediately. His eyes remain fixed on Abhijeet, scanning his face like he's memorizing every detail.
ACP Pradyuman (softly, almost hesitant): Nahi… Bas… (pauses) Main yahin baith sakta hoon na? Abhijeet stops writing. His fingers freeze for a second before he blinks, slightly caught off guard by ACP's tone.
He doesn't answer, but his lips twitch, suppressing a small smile. Instead of replying, he simply continues his work, pretending like nothing happened. ACP relaxes just a little, as if getting permission without words.
A few moments pass in comfortable silence. ACP watches Abhijeet work, the way he flips through pages, the slight crease on his forehead when he concentrates. There's something peaceful about it—something that makes ACP forget, even for a moment, the chaos of the night.
Then suddenly, ACP coughs—harsh and deep. Abhijeet's head snaps up immediately.
Abhijeet (concerned, frowning): Sir… Aap thik hai?
ACP waves a dismissive hand, trying to brush it off, but another cough interrupts him. Abhijeet doesn't wait. He quickly stands, walks to the water dispenser, and returns with a glass.
Abhijeet (worried tone, holding out the glass): Sir, Ye lijiye Pani ... ACP looks up at him, a little surprised by the sudden urgency in Abhijeet's voice. There's something different about the way Abhijeet is looking at him—soft, almost like… a son worried for his father. ACP hesitates, but Abhijeet gives him a stern look.
Abhijeet (a little sternly): Pani pi lijiye...rahat milege aapko ... ACP sighs but takes the glass. As he drinks, Abhijeet quietly pulls out a drawer, rummaging through it.
ACP Pradyuman (raising an eyebrow as he watches): Kya dhoondh rahe ho... Abhijeet
Abhijeet doesn't answer. Few second later, he finds what he's looking for—cough drops. He takes one out and places it on the desk in front of ACP.
Abhijeet (softly): Aap kab apna dhyan rakhna sikhenge sir...ye le lijiye acha lagega aapko... ACP looks at the cough drop, then at Abhijeet. His eyes soften.
ACP Pradyuman (moist tone): Mera dhyan rakhne ke liye tum ho to sahi ... Tumhare rahte mai kyun rakhun bhala apna dhyan... Abhijeet stiffens slightly, but instead of arguing, he simply looks away, pretending to focus on his files.
ACP notices but doesn't push. Instead, he picks up the cough drop, unwraps it, and pops it into his mouth. A small, content smile plays on his lips as he watches Abhijeet return to his work.
The room falls into silence again. But this time, it's a different kind of silence—not heavy, not painful, but warm… comforting.
Abhijeet works. ACP watches. The air between them is filled with unspoken words, but neither feels the need to say them aloud.
After a while
ACP's eyes linger on Abhijeet's face And then, ACP's gaze falls on Abhijeet's cheek—still slightly red, the same spot where his hand had landed hours ago. His heart clenches. The scene replays in his mind—his anger, the slap, the look in Abhijeet's eyes… a look he never wanted to see again. ACP's throat tightens. His fingers curl into a fist on the desk, as guilt washes over him like a tidal wave.
Slowly, hesitantly, ACP lifts his hand. For a moment, he pauses—unsure, hesitant. Then, gently, he places his palm over Abhijeet's head, his fingers threading through his hair, just like a father comforting his child. Abhijeet stiffens at the unexpected touch. He looks up, confused, his pen stopping mid-air.
ACP's eyes are filled with emotion, unshed tears glistening under the dim light.
ACP Pradyuman (softly, voice breaking): Mujhe maaf kar do beta...mujhe tum par hath nahi uthana chahiye tha
The word "beta" slips out naturally, effortlessly—as if it was always meant to be there.
ACP Pradyuman (eyes lowering in guilt): Maine bahut galat kiya...mujhe aisa nahi karna chahiye tha...Abhijeet stares at him, momentarily speechless. The weight of ACP's regret is visible in every crease on his face, in the trembling of his voice.
For the first time, ACP—who never let emotions overpower him—is struggling to keep himself together. Abhijeet swallows, the lump in his throat growing. He doesn't need to hear more—he understands.
Without thinking, without hesitation, he stands up… and before ACP can react, Abhijeet steps forward and wraps his arms around him.
ACP freezes. For a second, he doesn't move. Then, slowly, his arms come up, returning the hug—holding onto Abhijeet like he's afraid to let go. No words are exchanged. No apologies needed anymore. The hug says it all. Abhijeet closes his eyes, a small, peaceful smile appearing on his lips.
Abhijeet (softly, whispering): Mujhe aapse koi shikayat nahi sir...
ACP exhales deeply, relief washing over him. His hand gently pats Abhijeet's back, like a father comforting his son. The room remains silent. But this time, it's a silence filled with love, understanding, and a bond that words could never define.
ACP Pradyuman (hoarse whisper): Pata nahi…us smay kya ho gaya tha mujhe…He swallows hard, his grip on Abhijeet tightening as if afraid that letting go would mean losing him forever.
ACP Pradyuman (voice trembling): Etna gussa mujhe kabhi nahi aaya… mai bardasht nahi kar paya vo sab… (pauses, guilt thick in his voice) I'm sorry… mere bachhe…
His voice cracks on the last word—bachhe—as if years of suppressed emotions have finally surfaced. Abhijeet just closes his eyes, feeling the weight of ACP's pain, his regret, his love… all of it. But there's no anger, no resentment in him—only understanding. Still holding onto ACP, he speaks, his voice steady, filled with warmth.
Abhijeet (softly, whispering): Beta mante hai naa aap mujhe?
ACP's breath hitches. His grip loosens slightly, and he pulls back just enough to look into Abhijeet's eyes. Abhijeet smiles—gentle, reassuring. He lifts a hand and places it over ACP's trembling one.
Abhijeet (softly): Toh aapka pura haq hai mujhe thappad marne ka…ACP's eyes widen, his heart clenching at the words.
Abhijeet (chuckling lightly, though his voice is thick with emotions): Ek pita apne bete ko thappad nahi marega toh aur kaun marega… (in flow) Papa…(pauses, voice dropping to a whisper) Aap mere liye mere pita se bhi badhkar hai sir ... Or es nate aapka mujh par pura haq hai ...
ACP freezes. For a moment, he doesn't move, doesn't breathe. The word 'papa' echoes in his mind, shattering whatever little control he had left And then, suddenly, he pulls Abhijeet into a tight hug again, holding onto him like he's afraid he might disappear.
Tears spill freely from ACP's eyes as he presses his lips against Abhijeet's temple, again and again, whispering broken apologies, prayers, and love between his sobs.
Abhijeet, realizing what he just said, His eyes widen slightly, and he quickly seprate from the hug and looks away, pretending nothing happened. But ACP hears it And for the first time in a long while, his eyes well up with unshed tears.
He doesn't say anything, doesn't call attention to it. Instead, he simply watches Abhijeet—his Abhijeet—his son, who may not say it out loud… but in this unguarded moment, finally let it slip. A small, proud, and deeply loving smile touches ACP's lips.
Otherside
The Commissioner stands near his black SUV, a cigarette in one hand, his phone pressed against his ear. His face is half-hidden in shadows, but his expression is cold. His voice is low, filled with menace, as he speaks into the phone.
Commissioner Bhairav (calmly, yet deadly serious): Kaam aaj raat hi hona chahiye… koi bhi galti nahi honi chahiye...He exhales a long puff of smoke, his eyes narrowing.
Commissioner Bhairav (sharply): ACP Pradyuman zinda nahi bachna chahiye…mujhe uski lash chahiye...A pause. He listens to the person on the other side, his fingers tapping impatiently on the car's surface.
Commissioner Bhairav (threatening): Agar koi bhi galti hui toh agla number tumhara hoga...He hears a nervous agreement from the other side and smirks.
Commissioner Bhairav (coldly): Good… (pauses) ACP ko es tarah marna ki vo ek just accident lage...samjh mai aaya ...And He disconnects the call, slipping the phone into his pocket.
Commissioner Bhairav (smirking slightly): Aaj Ki raat tumhare aankhiri raat hogi Pradyuman...taiyar ho jao marne ke liye...With one last glance at the city lights, he slides into his car and drives away.
Inside Bureau
Abhijeet sits at his desk, flipping through case files, his face calm, but his hands… his hands tell a different story. ACP Pradyuman watches in silence, his gaze naturally falling on Abhijeet's wrist again. But this time, as he looks closer, something shifts in his expression—his breath catches, his eyes widen.
The bruises aren't just from a recent injury. They're old. Deep. Some look like healing cuts, faint scars running across his wrist… like torn threads of a past he never spoke about. ACP's heart pounds as his eyes travel further—dark bruises near the base of Abhijeet's neck, faint finger marks near his collarbone, as if someone had once gripped him too hard… or worse.
ACP reaches forward without thinking and grabs Abhijeet's wrist, his fingers tightening around it.
ACP Pradyuman (his voice barely above a whisper): Yeh… Yeh sab kya hai, Abhijeet?
Abhijeet startles slightly, instinctively trying to pull back, but ACP doesn't let go. His grip isn't forceful, but it's firm—laced with fear, with desperation.
ACP Pradyuman (his voice shaking, his other hand brushing over the scars): Yeh chot… Yeh marks… Yeh sab kab or kese hua?
Abhijeet lowers his eyes, lips pressing into a thin line. He exhales softly, as if deciding how much to say.
Abhijeet (forcing a weak smile): Sir vo pata nahi shyd kisi case ke doran lag gye hogi
ACP isn't convinced. His fingers tremble as he cups Abhijeet's wrist gently, his thumb tracing over the faint scars—the ones that look too deliberate, too intentional.
ACP Pradyuman (his voice barely a whisper, but filled with dread): Tumne… (swallows hard, his throat dry) Tumne khud ko…?
Abhijeet stiffens at the question. His hands clench into fists, his jaw tightening as he looks away. ACP feels his own breathing turn uneven. His chest tightens, and before he realizes it, his eyes burn with unshed tears.
ACP Pradyuman (in pain): tum… Tumne khud apni jaan lene ki koshish ki thi, Abhijeet? Tumne Sucide...Abhijeet doesn't respond. He doesn't need to. His silence is louder than any confession.
ACP suddenly stands up, his chair screeching back. His breath shudders as he turns back, stepping closer to Abhijeet, his voice thick with emotion.
ACP Pradyuman (his hands gripping Abhijeet's shoulders): Abhijeet ye sab kya hai...kyun kiya tumne ye sab... Kya koi chiz tumhe pareshan kar rhi hai...bolo beta ...mai hun tumhare sath... Abhijeet finally looks up. His eyes—usually sharp and unreadable—hold something fragile. Something vulnerable.
Abhijeet (softly, almost inaudibly): Sir, ye sab purane choten hai aap pareshan mat ho plss... ACP inhales sharply, his heart breaking at those words. Without thinking, ACP pulls Abhijeet into his arms, hugging him tighter than ever before.
Abhijeet stiffens for a second but then melts into the embrace. His hands clutch ACP's back, fingers digging into the fabric of his coat. ACP's tears finally fall. His grip on Abhijeet tightens, as if afraid that if he lets go, he might lose him forever.
ACP Pradyuman (voice thick with emotion, whispering against Abhijeet's head): Abhijeet aaynda kabhi aisa mat karna beta ...tumhe kuch ho jayega to mai bhi zinda nahi rah paunga...he softly kissed his temple...Abhijeet squeezes his eyes shut, swallowing the lump in his throat.
Abhijeet (murmuring, his voice cracking): Sir plss aisa mat kahiye...mai aapko kabhi kuch nahi hone dunga ... ACP pulls back slightly, cupping Abhijeet's face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away the unshed tears.
ACP smiles through his tears and presses a soft kiss to Abhijeet's forehead, his hand lingering on his cheek. Suddenly his eyes darkening with a new intensity. His gaze shifts to Abhijeet's neck, focusing on the faint, lingering marks.
ACP Pradyuman (voice cold with anger, but mixed with concern): Abhijeet, yeh sab… Yeh kisne kiya hai?
Abhijeet stiffens, his body tensing as ACP's gaze turns sharper. His pulse quickens, and he instinctively pulls his sleeves down to cover the marks, ACP notices his action. but He doesn't say anything , he steps forward, his eyes narrowing.
Abhijeet (murmuring, his voice cracking): Sir plss aisa mat kahiye...mai aapko kabhi kuch nahi hone dunga ... ACP pulls back slightly, cupping Abhijeet's face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away the unshed tears.
Abhijeet hesitates. The silence stretches out, heavy, as he looks away. His mind races, looking for a way to deflect, to hide the truth. He can't lie to ACP, but he can't tell him the full truth either.
Abhijeet (softly, attempting to shrug it off): Woh... kuch nahi sir... purana hai... Kabhi... kuch lag gaya hoga
ACP, however, isn't convinced. His eyes narrow as he takes a step closer to Abhijeet. The protective anger bubbling in his chest is hard to suppress. He pulls Abhijeet's sleeve up forcefully, revealing the unmistakable marks of a belt—crisscrossed bruises, the raw signs of punishment. ACP's breath catches in his throat.
ACP Pradyuman (voice trembling with rage): Yeh kisne kiya hai, Abhijeet? Abhijeet stands frozen, his heart pounding in his chest. He can't hide anymore, but he doesn't know how to explain. He looks down at the floor, unable to meet ACP's gaze.
Abhijeet (in a low voice, avoiding eye contact): Maine kaha na... kuch nahi hua hai... Aise hi lag gaya hoga kabhi... But ACP can see the fear in his eyes, the way his hands shake ever so slightly. It only fuels the fire of his concern and anger.
ACP Pradyuman (his voice rising, a flash of fury now igniting in his chest): Jhooth mat bolo Abhijeet ...Tumhare body pe jo nishan hain, unko dekh kar saaf pata chal raha hai ki kisi ne tumhe jaankar maara hai... Kisne kiya? Batao, Mujhe... Kahin us commissioner ne
The anger in ACP's voice cracks through Abhijeet's defenses, but still, he stays silent. He can't bring himself to speak. ACP steps forward once again, gripping his shoulders firmly, making him face him directly.
ACP Pradyuman (pleading, but his voice unwavering): Abhijeet, kisne kiya ye sab? Beta...ek baar mujhe uska naam bata do bus ... zinda gaad dunga use mai
Abhijeet lowers his gaze, his fists clenching at his sides. The truth burns in his chest, but he's too afraid to let it slip. He doesn't want ACP to know how much pain he's been hiding. But the heat in ACP's voice is overwhelming.
Flashback Scene – Abhijeet's Childhood (8 Years Old)
Little Abhijeet, just 8 years old, stands near the staircase, clutching the railing tightly. His small heart beats fast as he listens to Commissioner Bhairav Nath Chouhan talking on the phone.
Bhairav Nath Chouhan (low, dangerous tone, on the phone): 2 lakh ...deta hun kese bhi karke vo aadmi mar jana chahiye uske pass mere khilaaf saboot hai ...ager vo media tak pahunch gye to mai kabhi commissioner ki kursi tak nahi pahunch paunga.
Abhijeet's eyes widen in horror. He doesn't understand everything, but he knows one thing for sure—this is wrong. His fingers tremble as he takes a step back. The wooden floor creaks softly.
Bhairav's head snaps toward the staircase. His sharp, calculating eyes lock onto Abhijeet. For a moment, he just stares. Then, suddenly, his expression softens. He smiles—not a warm, fatherly smile, but a cold, fake one.
Bhairav Nath Chouhan (softly): Abhijeet… bachhe tum wahan kya kar rahe ho yahan aao...Abhijeet shakes his head, stepping back. Fear grips his chest.
Abhijeet (voice trembling): Nahii ...aap ache insaan nahi ho...You're a bad man...Bhairav's smile vanishes instantly. His eyes turn dark, almost red . He takes a slow step forward. Abhijeet's breath quickens. His tiny feet turn to run.
But before he can escape, a strong hand grabs his wrist. Bhairav's grip tightens—too tight for a child's delicate hand.
Bhairav Nath Chouhan (softly, eerily calm): Bachhe ye aap kya kah rahe ho mai to papa hun naa aapka...Abhijeet struggles, his small hands trying to free himself.
Abhijeet (crying, desperate): Mujhe kuch nahi sunna...mujhe jane dijiye..I don't want to stay here
For a moment, Bhairav simply watches him. Then, with a sigh, he loosens his grip and kneels in front of the trembling boy. His face is calm, but his eyes… they are anything but.
Bhairav Nath Chouhan (almost dark tone): Tum kahin naa jaa sakte...adopt kiya hai maine tumhe ...bete ho mere etni se baat tumhare samjh mai nahi aati...He cups Abhijeet's face, wiping away his tears. But Abhijeet flinches at his touch, his fear only growing.
Abhijeet (whispering, shaking): You're a bad man… I won't stay with you...mai sabko jakar sach bata dunga...aap gande ho bahut gande
That's it.
Something inside Bhairav snaps.
His fake gentleness disappears in a second. His hand tightens around Abhijeet's jaw. His fingernails dig into the child's skin.
Bhairav Nath Chouhan (low, menacing): Tumhare etni himmat mere aage juban Lada rahe ho ..Abhijeet shakes his head violently, trying to break free.
That's when the first slap lands—hard, cruel, unforgiving.
Abhijeet stumbles back, his cheek burning with pain.
Bhairav (coldly, eyes wild): Ahsaan faramosh...mera sach bataoge ...tumhe to mai abhi batata hun...Before Abhijeet can react, Bhairav grabs a belt from a nearby chair.
The first strike lands across Abhijeet's small back. He screams in pain.
Then another.
Then another.
The sound of leather whipping against delicate skin fills the air.
Abhijeet's sobs grow weaker. His body shakes, but Bhairav doesn't stop.
He grabs a metal chain, wrapping it around his fist before striking again.
Blood trickles from a small cut on Abhijeet's arm.
His tiny hands clutch the floor. His vision blurs.
His breath becomes shallow.
Everything fades.
Just before his body gives up, he hears Bhairav's whisper in his ear—cold, merciless, inhuman.
Bhairav (softly, almost lovingly): Tum chaho ya naa chaho...tum es ghar se or mujhse kabhi durr nahi jaa sakte... You can never leave me. Never.
Darkness takes over.
Flashback End
ACP Pradyuman (his voice breaking slightly, but stern): Abhijeet, tumhe kasam hai meri, agar tumne mujhse kuch chhupaya, toh main… (he pauses, his anger giving way to helplessness) main tumhe kabhi maaf nahi kar paunga... tum samajh rahe ho? Mai sab kuch bardasht kar sakta hun tumhe khud se dur bhi dekh sakta hun lekin es tarah dard mai nahi dekh sakta ...(Moist tone) kabhi kuch kahta nahi eska ye matlab nahi ki mai tumse pyar nahi karta .
Abhijeet's heart shudders at those words, but his lips remain sealed. ACP, unable to control the storm of emotions inside him, pulls Abhijeet closer, his voice low but full of a painful intensity.
ACP Pradyuman (worried like hell): Abhijeet...tum khamosh kyun khade ho batate kyun nahi beta...kya tumhe mujhe par bharosa nahi hai... Abhijeet's eyes glisten with the raw weight of unshed tears, and finally, his walls begin to crumble.
Abhijeet (whispering, voice barely audible): sir… vo… vo commissioner sahab…
ACP's grip tightens on his shoulders. His mind races, the name hitting him like a physical blow. A cold chill sweeps through him, his eyes widening as the pieces begin to fall into place.
ACP Pradyuman (gritting his teeth): Commissioner sahab? Woh tumhe…ye sab us commissioner ne kiya hai...uski etni himmat ... Abhijeet closes his eyes, unable to meet ACP's gaze. His silence is all the confirmation ACP needs.
ACP Pradyuman (anger rising again, but in a quieter, more controlled voice): Woh tumhare sath aisa bartav karte hai or tum...Or tum sab sehte rahte ho...ager tumhe kuch ho jata toh… (pauses, swallowing hard) Nahi, mai tumhe kuch nahi hone doonga...mai tumhe us aadmi ke pass nahi rahne dunga...suna tumne ... aaj se tum mere sath rahoge... Abhijeet finally lets the tears fall, his voice cracking with the weight of the past.
Abhijeet (murmuring): I'm sorry, ACP sir...mai aisa nahi kar sakta...mai unhe chod nahi sakta
ACP's heart clenches at the vulnerability in Abhijeet's voice. He steps back, his hands still trembling as he looks at Abhijeet
ACP Pradyuman (softly, but firmly): Abhijeet… mai tumhare ek bhi baat nahi sunne wala hun...or ye sab chot dekhne ke baad to mai bureau mai bhi tumhe uske sath akela nahi chodunga ..ghar to bahut durr ki baat hai...
The tension in the room is thick, lingering like an unspoken storm. ACP stands still, his fists clenched, his eyes locked onto Abhijeet. The bruises, the cuts—each mark on Abhijeet's body fuels his anger, his protective instincts roaring louder than ever.
ACP Pradyuman (firmly, but with concern): Chalo, Abhijeet... Mere saath ghar chalo...nandini bhi bahut khush hogi...Abhijeet looks up, startled. He wasn't expecting this. His heart clenches as he sees the sheer determination in ACP's eyes.
Abhijeet (hesitant): Par sir…
ACP Pradyuman (cutting him off, voice rising slightly): Koi par-var nahi, Abhijeet Bas chalo... Main tumhe us Commissioner ke saath nahi rehne doonga.
Abhijeet lowers his gaze, his hands clenching into fists. A chilling memory resurfaces in his mind—Commissioner's cold voice, his threats, the warning that still echoes in his ears.
"Jitna tum us ACP se dur rahoge utni hi uski umr lambi hogi"
His breath catches in his throat. His body stiffens.
Abhijeet (shaking his head, voice barely above a whisper): Nahi, sorry sir ...par mai aapke sath nahi aa sakta...ACP takes a step closer, searching Abhijeet's eyes for an explanation.
ACP Pradyuman (desperate): Kya keh rahe ho tum? Yeh sab hone ke baad bhi tum us Commissioner ke saath rahoge? Ab kya jab vo tumhe maar dalega tab chodoge use
Abhijeet flinches at ACP's words but forces himself to stay firm. He turns his face away, unable to meet ACP's piercing gaze.
Abhijeet (broken tone): Jo bhi ho… jo bhi hai, Commissioner sahab mere… mere pita hain...A sharp silence falls over the room.
ACP's eyes widen, his breath caught in his throat. The word pita from Abhijeet's mouth cuts through him like a knife. A moment ago, Abhijeet had called him "Papa" in an unguarded moment—now, that same Abhijeet was calling someone else his father.
ACP's face hardens, the hurt settling deep in his chest. His fingers twitch, as if trying to hold on to something that's already slipping away.
ACP Pradyuman (low, voice heavy with pain): Tumne abhi kya kaha? Abhijeet stays silent, his jaw tightening. He knows what ACP is feeling, but he doesn't have a choice.
ACP (eyes darkening, voice shaking with restrained emotion): Abhijeet abhi thodi der pahele tumne mujhe ...or ab tum us admi ko kese...Abhijeet swallows hard, his own heart aching. But he doesn't take back his words. He can't.
ACP Pradyuman (his voice cold now, distant, almost whispering): Agar Commissioner hi tumhare liye tumhare pita hai… toh phir mai yahan kya kar raha hun...shyad tumhe mere koi jarurat nahi hai ... Abhijeet's head jerks up, panic flashing in his eyes as ACP suddenly turns around.
Abhijeet (softly, guilt creeping into his voice): ACP sir…
But ACP doesn't stop. He doesn't turn back. He simply walks away, the door swinging shut behind him, leaving behind a suffocating silence.
Abhijeet stands frozen, his heart pounding. He knows he has hurt ACP, but he also knows he can't risk ACP's life. He closes his eyes, his fists tightening until his knuckles turn white.
In car
The road is empty and silent. The moon gives a soft light, but the night feels heavier than usual. ACP Pradyuman is driving, holding the steering wheel tightly, his foot pressing hard on the accelerator. The speed keeps increasing—80… 90… 100 km/h.
His mind is restless. He can't stop thinking about Abhijeet—his injured wrists, the belt marks on his back, the wounds on his neck. But the worst of all—his words.
"Commissioner sahab jese bhi hain, mere pita hain."
ACP's jaw clenches. His vision blurs, not because of the speed, but because of the deep, searing pain in his chest. His heart feels heavier than ever, his mind clouded with emotions. The betrayal, the helplessness, the guilt—everything crashes down on him at once.
Lost in his thoughts, he doesn't notice goons from a distance. Inside th black car Commissioner's goons exchange a glance. Their leader nods. The plan is in motion.
Goon 1 (grinning wickedly): Aaj ki ye raat ACP Pradyuman ki aakhri raat hogi.
The car speeds up, getting dangerously close to ACP's car. At the same time, from the opposite direction, a massive truck appears. Its headlights flash menacingly as it swerves onto ACP's lane, blocking his path.
ACP snaps back to reality as he notices the truck approaching head-on. His reflexes kick in, and he jerks the steering wheel, trying to avoid the collision.
ACP (muttering under his breath, still dazed): Nahi… abhi nahi
But before he can react further, the black car slams into the rear of his car with brute force. The impact sends his car spinning wildly, tires screeching against the asphalt.
His heart pounds in his chest, but the real horror strikes when he sees the truck speeding toward him—unstoppable, merciless.
Everything slows down. Time freezes for a moment. ACP's life flashes before his eyes—his battles, his victories, his team… his most favourite person...his loving officer...his son... his Abhijeet.
"Beta mante ho na aap mujhe…?"
A lump forms in his throat. His hands tighten around the steering wheel, but it's too late.
The truck collides head-on with his car in a thunderous crash. The impact is devastating. The car flips over twice before slamming onto the ground, rolling several times like a broken toy before finally coming to a halt.
Silence.
Smoke rises from the wreckage. Broken glass, twisted metal, and blood—so much blood—paint the road.
Inside the mangled car, ACP lies motionless. Blood drips from his forehead, his uniform soaked in red. His breath is faint, labored. His body refuses to move, but his mind… his heart… they whisper one last name.
ACP (barely a whisper, his lips trembling): Abhijeet… A single tear escapes his eyes as his vision fades. His world turns dark.
Next Update Kab milega mai ye nahi bata sakti lekin time par dene ki koshish karungi...esse jyada filhaal kuch nhi bol sakti