Just a small note to my dearest Abhirika writers and readers before starting the smallest Abhirika moment,

I hope life has been kind to you.

Maybe, many of you have long left behind those golden days…

Maybe you've tucked Abhirika away into some quiet corner of your heart, or maybe

you've forgotten them altogether.

And maybe… maybe I should too.

But I can't.

Do you know why?

Because I LOVE THEM!

I loved them.

I still do.

And no matter how many seasons pass, I always will.

Even still , I go back to those timeless stories you once poured your soul into,

stories that breathed life into two fictional hearts

Abhijeet and Tarika...

and in doing so, stitched together our little world too.

You gave them voices, laughter, pain, and love.

You gave us a reason to feel, to dream,to LOVE!

But now, everyone seems to have moved on…

Found new paths, new life,new beginnings.

Everyone… except some poor souls like me.

Maybe we're foolish.

Still holding on, still hoping.

Still aching.

Because, for us, they weren't just a simple couple

they were the meaning of Love.

That's why I'm posting it here.

Without even any expectation

Not even with the hope that you'll take a moment from your busy life to read it.

But because I still feel them.

Deeply. Fiercely. Always.


Happy Reading ...

CID team had been assigned to a case in a remote area. The crime scene was located in a small village, and the only way to get there was by an old, oversized bus.

Abhijeet, Daya, Sachin, and Purvi were used to such travel, but for Tarika—who usually stayed in the forensic lab—this was something new. The bus was higher than normal, making it difficult for her to get down.

As the bus came to a stop, the team started getting off. Purvi and Sachin easily jumped down, while Tarika stood at the edge of the bus steps, hesitating.

Abhijeet, who was already on the ground, looked up and noticed her dilemma. "Tarika? Kya hua? Niche nahi aa rahi?"

She bit her lip. "Yeh bus… thodi zyada hi unchi nahi hai?"

Sachin chuckled. "Tarika, bas ek step lena hai."

Purvi added, "Haan, zyada difficult nahi hai."

But before Tarika could make a move, Abhijeet stepped forward. His gaze softened as he extended his hand toward her. "Aao, main madad karta hoon."

Tarika blinked in surprise. "Nahi, Abhijeet, main kar lungi—"

"Zyada heroin banne ki zaroorat nahi hai," he interrupted with a smirk...then in serious tone, "Tum trained officer nahi ho!"

She hesitated, then placed her hand in his. The moment their fingers touched, a strange warmth spread through her.

Abhijeet's grip was firm, yet gentle. "Bas mujhpar bharosa rakho, dheere se neeche aao."

Tarika nodded slightly. As she stepped down, she felt her balance waver. Abhijeet, sensing it, immediately placed his other hand around her waist, steadying her.

For a second, time seemed to slow down. Tarika looked up into his deep brown eyes. His hold was protective, strong, and yet there was a tenderness in the way he was supporting her.

"Thik ho?" he asked softly.

She nodded, unable to look away. "H..haan.."

Abhijeet's lips curved into a small smile.

The world around them faded for a moment. The distant chatter of Sachin and Purvi, the sound of the engine, everything blurred. All she could hear was the soft rustling of the wind and her own heartbeat, which had suddenly picked up speed.

Daya cleared his throat loudly, bringing them back to reality. "Ahm..ahm...agar aaplogoka romance khatam ho gaya ho toh, chale?"

Tarika quickly stepped away, tucking her hair behind her ear, trying to hide her blush. Abhijeet, however, remained calm, adjusting his coat.

"Ahem,haan,chalo...Chalo sablog, kaam pe lagte hain," he said, but before walking ahead, he glanced at Tarika one last time, his gaze unreadable yet affectionate.

As they moved forward, Tarika found herself smiling softly. That one simple gesture, that one moment of care, had made her heart flutter in a way she had never expected.

The End.