WARNING: this story is based on a very different theme...here Daya and Abhijeet is much mature so there will be no terms like "yaar" "tu meri jaan hain" etc and various cute behaviours like request for going to shopping or dinner etc...and I will continue only if you, my readers want so and review...It Is A Daya-Abhijeet story, Not Duo Story...
Happy Birthday Sikha Di...May you enjoy each and every happiness in you life and May you prosper in your life...wish you a many many happy returns of the day...let me eat your head as long as I could...here is your gift...
NOW HAVE A HAPPY READING...
Two months had passed since all the senior cops of CID Mumbai had returned to their original post after the hideous plan of Head Quarters...A lot of things had changed since that period...now neither DCP Chitrolle taunted the cops nor ACP Pradyuman did blame his officers whenever they got blamed for any misdeed...
Daya too had changed a lot nowadays...though he had lost his cheerfulness four years ago itself, but at least he LIVED...at least he took care of himself or took care of his own necessities...but after all that happened none of the bureau had seen him to smile even...
All of the CID officers, including ACP Pradyuman himself was feeling extremely bad for him...Daya, nowadays, had started to spend more than twelve hours in bureau, he worked too much and ate and drank something only when ACP Pradyuman himself forced him to do so...
Actually he was suffering in an extreme guilt...guilt for hurting his brother too much...guilt for insulting a relation of long seventeen years for a relation of some months...since last four years, he had learnt to live with that guilt...but all the incidents of last few months had again risen the guilt in his mind...perhaps now in more quantity...
But now none would hug him in his shell to say "It is alright...nothing has happened "...
He sighed!...
Was life so much difficult for him ever?...or it was he who had summoned all of his misfortunes for himself by creating places for all these ego, guilt and misunderstandings with the most precious relation of him?...
Could not he earn one more chance?...could not he go inside his brother's home to ask for mercy once?...perhaps he could not...
He could go in front of Srivastava house and hid himself to wait...wait to have a glance of his brother...wait to meet him once...wait for him to approach to him and talk but he could go himself and talk with him...
He attached his head with the headrest of his chair and sighed while closing his eyes tightly as he could feel a fine line of tear was rolling down from the corner of his eyes...
Was it too late?...could delay come in between two persons sharing such a precious relationship like them?...had the door of the other side closed?...he did not know!...
These long two months had brought a lot of changes in Abhijeet too...nowadays he did not feel any interest to take part in any type of enjoyment or amusement with his family...during these months he had resigned from his job too and remained sitting idle in the house...perhaps waiting for somebody to come...
Yes he was waiting...waiting for the most precious Relation for his life to come and take him back in his life again...now he again wanted to live with his CID family as now he had forgiven them already...but they had neither come nor had shown any interest to make him part of their family again...but this heart!...never had listened of anyone...so stupid!...
He sighed...was he terribly wrong four years ago by leaving his whole CID family for punishing some of them?...it was Shreya who had insulted him by arresting him in public, not Purvi or Freddy or Pankaj?...it was ACP sir who had broken his heart by announcing that he was wrong to give the responsibility to him?...but what about others?...had they done so?...or even said so?...it was Daya's words which hurt him terribly...but had those words come out from his heart?...He did not know...
Perhaps it was too late till now...now his CID family had forgotten him...or might be possible that they did not need him now?...he was nothing but an USELESS person fir them...
He sighed and attached his head with the wall behind him...two drop of painful tears rolled down from those pair of eyes with an uncontrollable sob...why?...why did those people had accepted him in their life when they planned to just throw him out if their lives?...what his fault was?...
He banged his hand strongly in the table aside...it hurt badly...but the pain was nothing in front of the pain of his heart...a painful scream was climbing up his throat as WHY?...
He jerked out of the painful trance as a soothing touch of a hard yet loving hand felt on his shoulder...he looked upwards and discovered Abhishek was starring towards him with concern...He tried to stand up from the bed with...
Abhijeet: arey papa aap?...aap kab aaye?...kuch chahiye tha kya aap?...
Abhishek signalled him to sit down and sat beside him with...
Abhishek: kyun?...kya ek baap sirf apni zaroorat ki waqt hi apne bete se mile?...bete ke pareshani ke waqt nahin?...
Abhijeet(with fake smile): main?...main kahan pareshan hoon?...
Abhishek(with smile): to yahan chup chap aise baithe kyun ho?...
Abhijeet: kuch nahin papa...bas sar mein thoda dard hain...
Abhishek(in meaningful tone): dard sar mein hain ya dil mein?...
Abhijeet looked towards him with pain in his eyes and said...
Abhijeet: jab sab kuch samajh hi rahe hain dad to phir kyun pooch rahe hain?...mujhe apne jaise jeene dijiye na papa?...
Abhishek: jee kahan raha ho tum Abhijeet?...tum yahan mar rahe ho...haan mar rahe ho...ek intezaar mein mar rahe ho...par yeh ek aisa intezaar hain jo shayad kabhi poora nahin ho sakta...
Abhijeet(in shock): papa!...
Abhishek: kya main jhooth bol raha hoon Abhijeet?...kya agar un mein se kisi ko...kisi ko bhi aana hota to ab tak aa nahin jate?...do mahine...do mahine ho gaya hain Abhijeet...kya do mahine kaafi nahin hota hain Abhijeet ek faisla lene ke liye?...(in deep tone)...maafi mangne ke liye?...kahin yeh baat to nahin ki unhe apni galti ke pachtawa hi nahin hain?...lekin beta hum humesha ke liye un logo ki intezaar to nahin kar sakte na?...do mahine ho gaya hain beta...ab shayad waqt aa gaya hain kuch faisla lene ka...kyun ki Lucknow mein hi humare ab basa basaya business hain aur tum sabke naukri bhi...tumne to resign kar diya par Aditya, Rhia aur Abhika ki bhi to job haina?...aur phir tumhare nayi job ki appointment letter bhi to aa chuka hain...
Abhijeet was looking towards him with tears sparkling in his eyes...he felt that what his father was saying was absolutely true...perhaps this wait too was meaningless...meaningless like that hope that ACP sir would take stand for or at least support him whenever he would get blamed for any misdeed...just meaningless!...meaningless like that expectation that Salunkhe sir would have understood his problem he gained during his duty!...hopeless!...and he could never allow himself to spoil his siblings' lives for some nonsense hopes...
His trance broke as Abhishek put his hand on his shoulder with...
Abhishek(with concern): Abhijeet!...kya hua beta?...
Abhijeet said nothing, but just rested his head in his father's shoulder who silently wrapped his arms around him...Abhijeet closed his eyes in sooth and whispered...
Abhijeet: haan papa!...shayad ab faisle ki waqt aa chuka hain...
Daya was sitting silently in his desk when he felt a strong touch on his shoulder...he did need to look up and said in low tone...
Daya: sir cafeteria chale jaaiye...lunch time ho gaya hain...
ACP sir: aur tum?...tum nahin jaoge?...tum lunch nahin karoge?...
Daya(in slow tone): dil nahin kar raha hain sir...pata nahin aaj bar bar Abhi ka yaad aa raha hain...(in hopeful tone): woh theek to hoga na sir?...
ACP sir: itna hi fiqar hain uski to uske pass kyun nahin jate?...kyun chup rahe hi usse?...use bhi to shayad humara, khas karke tumhara, intezaar hain...
Daya: shayad!...
ACP sir became silent all of a sudden as he too did not know what to say after this "shayad "...he just managed to whisper...
ACP sir: jab miloge Abhijeet se, tab pooch lena ki kya woh phir se CID join karna chahega?...
Daya: pooch lunga sir...par milne ki himmat kyun nahin juta pa raha hoon?...
ACP sir: is mein himmat ki baat kahan se aa gaya Daya?...tum apne bhai se milne jaa rahe ho...uske pass jaao...aur ek sorry ke saath yse kaske gale laga lo...
Daya(with sad smile): nahin sir...yeh ab aur mumkin nahin hain...bhooliye mat sir ki char saal pehle jo yahan se jo gaya tha woh Abhijeet ab nahin raha...woh tab mera bhai tha aur aapka beta bhi...par ab woh Srivastava family ki bada beta hain...us par CID ke saath saath apni parivar ka bhi bohot sari zimmedariyan hain...Abhijeet ab badal chuka hain...
ACP sir: par yeh bhi mat bhoolna ki aaj bhi kahin na kahin dil se woh aaj bhi woh hi Abhijeet hain...woh bhi tumhara hi intezaar kar raha hain aaj bhi...intezaar kar raha hain ki hum use phir se apne pass bulaye...woh aaj bhi woh hi Abhijeet hain...tumhara Abhi...aur tumhe aaj bhi utna hi pyar karta hain jitna pehle karta tha...jaao Daya der mat karo...
At that moment, ACP sir's mobile rang...he accepted the call and got shocked after listening something...he cut the call and then said to Daya in low tone...
ACP: Daya aaj hi hume Delhi jana hoga...ek high profile meeting ke liye...
Daya nodded unwillingly as he really wanted to meet and talk with Abhijeet immediately after all these...but what could he do?...DUTY!...
After A Week...
Daya looked towards Srivastava house and closed his eyes once tightly foe a moment...then opened them again and parked the car at it's place...he got down from the car and closed his eyes tightly...
He began to walk towards the Srivastava house, still with closed eyes...he felt that his heart was bouncing in his ribcage and sweat beads were rolling down by his forehead...a silent prayer came out from his mouth or more accurately from his heart as...
Daya: Bhagwan please aaj sab theek kar dena...aur nahin reh sakta main Abhi se door...
He did not get stumbled with anything in the path as he knew each and every inch of his way too well as he had kept vigil on this house since many days while waiting for having a glance of his brother once in each and every evening since last two months...
He successfully managed to reach the door and pressed the doorbell...now his eyes were closed tightly and his lips too were bitten tightly...after getting no door opening sound, he pressed the doorbell again but again no response came from inside except the voice which came from behind him as...
Voice: kise dhund rahe hain aap?...
Daya opened his eyes and turned towards the source of the voice with and discovered a middle aged woman was standing there with a questioning gaze in her eyes...Daya said in a bit embarrassing tone...
Daya: ji main woh Abhijeet Srivastava ka...(after a bit pause)...bhai hoon...woh to yahin rehte haina?...to milne aaya hoon...
Woman: ji aap galat pate par aaye hain...yeh humare ghar hain...woh yahan main, mere pati aut humare do bete ke alawa koi bhi nahin rehta...
The ground under Daya's feet seemed to be slide away hearing this...an indescribable fear and an uncontrollable rage filled his heart simultaneously and he stammered as...
Daya: na...nahin aa...aap ko maloom na...nahin hain...me...era bhai yeh...yahin rehta hain...
Woman: to aap shayad us family ke baat kar rahe hain jo kuch din pehle tak yahin rehte the...dekhiye woh log yeh ghar hume bechke is shahar se door chale gaye hain...
He, without any other words, turned and began to walk away slowly...he was just feeling numb...neither any words were entering in his ears nor he was seeing anything...he was just walking as he knew that he must walk away from this place as soon as he could...he could not stay here anymore...he AGAIN lost the only relation of his life today!...
Finally he could walk no more and sat down somewhere...a storm of uncontrollable emotions was rising in his heart which he could suppress no more...a drop of tear rolled down from his eyes and ultimately he burst out in tears, covering his face by his palms...
The fresh cool air from the vast sea in front touched his head as if it wanted to console him too...
END OF THE CHAPTER...
So What Will Happen Now?...Has Abhijeet Really Left Mumbai And His Life Here?...Will Daya Succeed To Find Abhijeet?...Can Daya And Abhijeet become Duo Again?...Stay Tuned To Know More...
My Readers, I have deleted the earlier sequel of Rishton Ki Ajab Kahani as the plot was hurting some readers...now I have moved away from couple plot and shifted to DUO plot...because I am cent percent comfortable with Pure DUO stories only...the OCs will play a vey important role in the story whom I will introduce in the next chapter...
Next will be after at least 30 reviews...till then stay blessed and happy...
Now I will update A Drop Of Friendship first
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Yours Nikita...
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