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There was a dull buzz, like the sound of a generator running, and this humming buzz was accompanied by a particularly bothersome beeping. The beeps fell in monotone, even fashion, never once missing their cue.

Daya squeezed his eyes shut tighter and tried to drown out the sounds. He recognized them too well, and he also recognized that too-clean smell laced with anesthetics and antibiotics.

The humming was produced by an oxygen tank, and the beeping, from a heart monitor. He could feel a tiny pressure on his flesh arm, and this, too, was familiar; an IV stick, imbedded in the skin of his wrist.

He mentally sighed. Dammit, I've landed myself in the hospital again, he thought, turning over on his side-

A sharp pain shot through his stomach, and he tensed, instantly regretting his decision. Crap, don't move, don't move! His brain screeched. Don't do THAT! He was in a hospital, and he was in the hospital for a reason; he should have known better than to shift around.

He paused to think, to re-gather his thoughts, but everything still felt somewhat scattered. He remembered a little bit, but he couldn't fully grasp what had happened, what had landed him in this hospital.

The pain brought back some more memories. Yeah, he remembered getting shot because he pushed Abhijeet Sir out of the way of the psychopath criminal bullet, and he remembered Abhijeet forcing some sort of fever-reducing pills into him, but…

…But that was it. He couldn't remember being taken to a hospital. He couldn't remember being found. Had help come, or had Abhijeet dragged him to the hospital himself?

Nah…Abhijeet cannot drag him all the way to the hospita… Daya thought, pulling the rough hospital blanket up to his nose.

He considered opening his eyes, but rebuffed the thought. Hospital lights were always too bright in his opinion, and he had seen them too often for comfort. Frankly, he hated going to hospitals. He appreciated what the doctors and nurses did for their patients, but all the same, hospitals were full of sick, injured people, people who were in pain, and he hated that.

He hated knowing people were in pain.

He heard the door to his hospital room opening and closing, but he still didn't bother to look at who had entered. He heard clicking of thick boots, heard a chair being dragged over and a weight dropped onto it, and he still didn't care.

"Hey, Daya…"

Daya didn't answer, trying to make his body limp. Maybe if they think I'm sleeping, they'll just go away. Yeah, that's right. They'll just go away. He felt too tired and drained to answer any questions anyone might shoot at him.

But the new arrival was persistent… Abhijeet: tum jag rhy ho?

Abhijeet sighed: Daya, mjhe pata hai tum jag rhy ho… tumhari saans bta rhi hai k tum jag rhy ho…

Daaarrrrnnnn iiiiittt… He instantly checked his breathing and made sure to take deep, even breaths, one at a time. There. Now they're bound to think I'm asleep.

He paused.

Gah, whom I kidding!? It's too late! Agh!

He rolled over on his back, eliciting another sharp pain from his bullet wound, and blinked his eyes open. Just as he imagined, the light was way too bright, and he winced on instinct, squinting upwards.

Abhijeet straightened in his seat and smirked softly. Daya looked over, still blinking furiously. "mjhe pata tha," said Abhijeet in triumph, standing from his seat and pressing the back of his hand against Daya's forehead. Only now, when Abhijeet's freezing knuckles met his fevered skin, did Daya realize how hot he actually felt. It was no wonder he was being given antibiotics through the IV.

When Abhijeet pulled back his hand. He took a moment to blink about, surveying his hospital room. He felt tubes brush against his cheeks and run up his nose; oxygen tubes, trailing from the oxygen tank. White washed walls, Bright lights overhead, Heart monitor, still beeping and IV drip. Just your standard hospital. Nothing new.

But even so, Daya murmured: main kaha hun? Mjhe laga… mjhe laga hum abhi bhi us ghar pr… thy…

Abhijeet said: hum wahi thy… phir tumhary behosh hony k baad ACP Sir ny hummy dhoondh lia… Sir ny foran ambulance bulwai. Iss waqt tum hospital k aik private room mai ho…

Daya said: acha (Imagining a riot of people demanding to know why a CID officer had been hospitalized. Is there a serious problem? Also this could provide a great chance to the enemies of Daya to take renvenge against him.) wesy Sir ny hummy dhondha kesy?

Abhijeet said as He held up his small communication device in somewhat triumph: the same device he had dropped while battling the maniac criminal: sara credit sir or Asha ko jata hai… unho ny mere iss communication device ki madad sy hummy dhoondha… aik dafa unhy humari general location ka pata lag gaya to bs… wo a gaye hummy bachany…

Daya just hummed: hmmm sahi waqt pr a gaye warna meri dead body wapis lani parti…

Abhijeet, folding his hands, resting his chin on his knuckles: bs hr waqt bakwas karwa lo tumse… thakty nhi ho tum esi baatain soch kr…

Daya: maine kuch ghalat nhi kaha…

Abhijeet chuckled softly and shook his head: sahi bhi nhi kaha… ainda esi baatain krty na sunu mai tumhy… maine kaha tha na k tumhy kuch nhi hoga… yaad rakhna mai tumhara senior hun or jo mai kehta hun wo humesha sahi hota hai…

Daya smirked, tiredly, but sarcastically nonetheless: g zaroor yaad rakhun ga… SSIIIIRRRR…

Abhijeet sighed, shaking his head: mjhe khushi hai k tum ab kafi behter ho… warna tumhary bukhaar ny mjhe bht dara diya tha… mjhe laga tha k mai tumhy kho dunga…

Daya said while looking down at the small needle in his arm. As much as he hated needles, he knew that right now, this IV drip was probably not only keeping him hydrated, but also keeping his fever tamed: mjhe maloom hai… ab kitna hai bukhaar?

Abhijeet said: akhri baar aik ghanty pehly jb Dr. Check kr k gaye thy us waqt 102 tha… unho ny dawai di hai jaldi theek ho jaye ga…

Daya: khair hai… halka sa he hai ab…(He paused, looked around for a moment, and then, asked) baki team kaha hai?

Abhijeet said: abhi thori dair pehly tb sb yahi thy… abhi gaye hain… sb thaky huye lag rhy thy… to maine sir ko kaha k ja kr thora rest kr lain… sb log parshan thy tumhy lekar kafi…

Daya hummed, looking down in disappointment: hmmm…. Maine sbko bilawaja pareshan kr diya na... (He said, and he turned over on his side and yanked his blanket back over his shoulders.)

Daya now had his back to Abhijeet, but he could still feel his eyes burning into him, questioning: esa kuch nhi hai… tum kaho to mai sbko bula leta hun…

Yes, Daya lied, shutting his eyes: nahhh… theek hai… mai phir sy sona chahta hun, neend a rhi hai… ab kisi ko mery liye pareshan na kiye ga…

He heard Abhijeet sigh and stand, pushing back the chair.

And then, he heard the keypad beeps of Abhijeet's cell phone, he knew he was calling someone.

Daya's eyes flew open, and he flipped over on his back again.

Abhijeet spoke into the microphone, flashing Daya a look.

Asha's voice shot back from the speaker.

"Daya uth gaya hai… sb kaha hain, unhy kaho k a kr mil lain?"

Asha: yes sir, I'm on it.

The call cut and Abhijeet put it into his pocket. Daya groaned loudly and pulled the blanket over his head.

He grumbled: maine kaha than a iski zaroorat nhi hai… mai theek hun… apko esa krny ki koi...

Abhijeet flatly, cutting him off: or tumne jhoot bola… mjhe maloom hai k tum sbsy milna chahy ho abhi… koi bhi tumsy milny ki waja sy pareshan nhi hoga… or mjhe yeh bhi pata hai k sb tumhary uthny ka intezar kr rhy thy…

" mai bs sony wala tha abhi" But even as he said it, he didn't mean it; he'd wait up if it meant reassuring everyone that he was, indeed, alright. And Abhijeet was partially right, anywas. Daya did want to see his team, for comfort if for nothing else: mai so raha hun…

Abhijeet, and by the tone of his voice, he knew, once again, that Daya was lying: hmmm maloom hai… maloom hai…

Daya huffed in annoyance.

Abhijeet, making his way for the door: or haan jaldi theek ho jao… mjhe puri report tyar chahiye is mission Ki, wo bhi time pr…

Daya could hear the smirk in Abhijeet's voice. He could hear the teasing tone he used only when trying to be particularly thoughtful. Great. He teases me when he's worried. I'll remember that for future reference.

Daya said: hunh… mil jaye gi aapko apki report…

Abhijeet grunted: hmmm mjhe intezaar rhy ga… okay ab tum araam karo…

Daya muttered out an unintelligible response, and Abhijeet headed off.

A typical sound of boot pounding on the floor was heard, door of the Bureau open and a handsome voice spoke: Sub-Inspector Daya reporting on duty…

Daya smacked a large stack of papers down on Abhijeet desk, and Abhijeet jumped without meaning to. He smirked at the young lad before him.

Abhijeet said reaching forward to pull the papers towards him: Welcome back Daya…

Daya: thank you sir... mjhe bhi wapas a kr acha lag raha hai… warna jese maine teen hafty hospital mai guzary hain mjhe pata hai…

Abhijeet, flipping through the papers: phir bhi… umeed mat krna k mai tumhe jaldi field work mai ya phir mission mai engage hony dunga... main nhi chahta k tumhari tbiet phir sy bigar jaye... wese tumne itni jaldi report tayar kr li mjhe umeed nhi thi… aakhir likha kiya hai tumne isme…

Daya, crossing his arms: kuch nhi… wo psycho us gali mai mara hua mila tha… ussy kisi qisam ki bht severe dimaghi bemaari thi jab wo zinda tha… apki goli lagty he uska dimagh band ho gaya tha or on the spot death ho gai uski…

Abhijeet, frowning: ajeeb hai… yani k ussy maloom tha k wo marny wala hai… iss liye usny socha k q na logo ka qatal kiya jaye jb tk moqa mil raha hai…

Daya shrugged: kiya maloom… khair mai zara aya abhi aaty huye maine aik billi ka bacha dekha tha wo kahi beemar na ho jaye bahar… mai abhi aya…

He made his way for the door.

"Daya," Abhijeet called, and Daya paused, one foot already passing over the doorframe. Daya looked back at Abhijeet.

Daya asked: G…

Abhijeet smiled: tumhara ehsan hai mjh pr… jo mai jald utar dunga… jo tumne meri jaan bachai wahan pr…

Daya scoffed: uski koi aroorat nhi hai… baad mai milty hain… he headed off.

Abhijeet shook his head with a chuckle, and took his seat behind his desk again, flipping through the multiple papers of Daya's report. He was just about to set them aside, when he noticed something.

A small note, pinned with a paper clip to the final piece of parchment. Abhijeet pulled the note free, unfolded it, and read it over.

Thank you Sir… us sb k liye jo apny mere liye wahan pr… is sbsy mjhe itna to pata chala k aap dikhty nhi hain lekin ap bhi fikar krty hain, pareshaan hoty hain… mai us sb k liye bht shukarguzar hun… lekin please un sb baton ka zikar kisi or sy na kijiye ga… or mai khush hun k jis situation sy aap guzray usy mjhe nhi guzarna para… aapny to himat sys b sambhal liya… lekin mjhe maloon hai main nhi sambhal pata… na apko… na khud ko…

Thanks a lot

Daya

Abhijeet said while folding the note and stuffing it in the breast pocket of his coat, close to his heart: tumhe thanks kehny ki zaroorat nhi hai Daya… mjhe khushi hai k kabhi mai bhi tumhary liye kuch kr saka… warna humesha tum he mere liye bht kuch kr jaty ho, or maine kabhi tumhy us sb k liye thanks nhi kaha… tum bhi mt kaho…

It's not an end but a new beginning of a beautiful relationship.

A/N: A big sorry guys for being late, but you guys also didn't review this is not fair.

Thank you to everyone for your continuous support. I am glad you all liked it.

See soon, my exams are starting and shall end on 5 January. Please pray for my exams.

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