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Posted: 14 years ago

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PART 67(A)

[15 days later] [Purashthi Dham]

Daya was sitting silently on a stool of the hall room in a recluse corner, holding glassful of cold drink awkwardly, waiting for Somu to come once there.
Somu was inside, getting dressed as groom to get married with his girlfriend Bhabna. Daya could go inside easily, but he didn't, apprehending the bitter truth. He knew, it was an auspicious occasion, and he barely had any necessity to remain there. Since childhood, getting bludgeoned by the rude truth that he was the inauspicious species of this family, now even he started believing that he might be inauspicious for everyone, at least for the members of that family. He didn't have any wish to come there to disturb everyone's peace and happiness but he had to come, by the continuous plea of Smita. He couldn't ignore her words too.. Yes, even if everyone hated him today, Somu wouldn't. It was true that for the sake of Somu, he would able to bear loads of scornful withering words. Thus he came there, for giving the most precious gift according to Somu on that very happy and memorable day of his brother. A silent grin, just a silent grin full of placidity, Somu wanted from him.
Daya shook his thoughts away as someone nudged him calling--chhotuuuuuuu...
Biltu was there with a cute smile. Daya grinned at him and took him in his lap. Biltu was happy and asked merrily---mere sath ball kheloge chhotuuu?...
A shrill voice made them aware before Daya could answer his little nephew----biltuuuuuuuu... waha pe kya kar rahe hooooo? chalo jaaaoooo.. bahar jake lawn me khelo.. abhi nikalna parega.. dress kharab ho jayegaaaaaaaa....
Daya's ingenuous pure grin fainted into a dolorous smile, he touched biltu's cheeks lightly and got him off from his lap. Biltu didn't go away , but stared at Daya with big innocent eyes. Daya rumpled his hair and whispered into his ear--- golu ke pas ja ke ekbar bol sakta hai?...
biltu asked without hesitation--kya?
Daya though was hesitant ---ke..... chhotu aya hai.. bahar intezar kar raha hai.. ekbar..
Biltu immediately agreed bending his head and ran towards the room.
Daya kept sitting there with a light, placid smile, listening to the mellifluous music of Sanhai.. A tint of sorrow stucked him listening to sanhai, as the melody of Bidai had been playing.... Daya was waiting for somu , with serene mind.. but reality sometimes as if awakened us by slapping hard. Very suddenly and unexpectedly Smita entered there with haste, somewhat puzzled confused, utterly scared and baffled. Daya was blank, vacant, before he could realise Smita's unexpected presence, she clutched Daya tightly and burst into tears. Daya was embarrassed, and totally without clue what to do, with difficulty he managed to ask her---kya ho gaya?...
Smita informed him, sniffing badly, almost gasping for breath---main... kho diya Dayaa.. tumhari beti ko....
Thuderstorm just strucked him, even without giving him any time, any prepartion to handle it. With shivering voice Daya bawled---kyaaaa?? kya baat kar rahi ho?..
Smita was blubbering---haaa.. school me woh nahi hai... main lene gayi.. to .. to....
---to kya? Daya jerked Smita voilently and anxiously..
--to gate ka darwan ne kaha.. ke.. aj.. Shinjini ko.. uski.. uncle ake le gaya... un ke hath me ek chitthi bhi... stopped she, gulping back a lump of pain...
--chitthi?... kaisa...kaisa chitthiiiii?... Daya, panting with extreme worry inquired her..
--chitthi.. me.. humare taraf se likha huya... tha.. ke... ke.. aaj.. hum busy rahenge.. isliye Shinjini ki uncle ake.... use... utha.. lenge.. couldn't repress she anymore and started sobbing...
For about some second, Daya was stiffened like a stone, couldn't understand what to do how to react,his fingers were seeming numb almost.. until Smita jerked him--boloooo.. kuchh to boloooo.. ab kya kare? kaha jaaye? kaha dhoonde ?...
Daya got his sense back, accepting the bitter reality that probably her daughter had been kidnapped and he had to search for her.. but at the same time he had to conceal the fact from every member of his family.. Today Somu would get married and in that auspicious day, he wouldn't want to add any more inauspicious moment. So he wiped his teary eyes, and hushed ---smita.. main ek bar somu se milke ata hun.. jo bhi huya hai.. hume hi.. handle karna parega.. yaha ke kisi ko ye maloom na ho na chaiye..
Smita didn't react except trying to mop her eyes out with her aanchal. A thin line of great misery and worry she couldn't hide though, as it reflected upon her face, a sensation of intense sickness and desolation swept over her...but she kept trying to mollify her pain..
Daya went inside with heaps of reluctance and got to see Somu... He was looking so very good, Daya couldn't avert his glance for some half minute. It seemed to him as if his mischief had been cloaked today under a very light suaveness. Daya struck back into the reality and waited for Somu to give him a glance. Somu turned extremely happy to see Daya at a glance and went ahead to hug him. Both hugged peacefully and then Somu cried in joy---mujhe pata tha Dayaa.. tu ayegaa.. jaroor ayegaa.. biltu ake kuhch kaha par mujhe.. kuchh samajh me hi na aya... yakeen hi na huya ke.. tu.... tu.. his eyes moistened as he started getting emotional, with wavering voice he spluttered --mere bhaaaiii....
Daya couldn't find any word which would be quicker than a smile. He cupped Somu's cheeks and muttered--haa somu.. tu khush rehnaa.. is pal ko mehsus karna.... mujhe jana hai yaar.. ek bohut jaroori kaam agayaa... As he was speaking his last words, his face turned grim, a little woebegone. He swallowed the pain that rose in his throat quickly and gave a fleeting smile to Somu. Somu was dissatisfied--ye kya baat huya Daaya?... dekh.... mere pas har waqt har pal rehna hoga tujhe haa...ye main keh deta hun.. his words were pregnant with a mild reproof to Dayaa...
Daya, clenching Somu's shoulders with force, trying to persuade---mujhe jana hai Somu.. please.. aaj mujhe samajh le.. main baad me tujhe.. stopped he and he started panting with worry, scare, confusion and total helplessness. His voice had the desperate urge to fly away from there..
Somu didn't insist him more and with a moan of dejection he replied with a trifle petulance ---thik hai.. tera marzi.... main tujhe atak ke nahi rakhunga..
Daya immediately could sense his huff that his voice was reflecting, but he hadn't time to pacify him. He was quick to turn away his reddened rueful face where his misery had been written clearly.. and his only intention was to veil his own anguish from every member of this house.. He almost ran out of the room, holding his tears back and grasped Smita's arm tightly, probably to achieve the utmost mental and physical power to rescue his daughter.

Edited by suchi_dev2006 - 14 years ago

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Posted: 14 years ago

#92

Part 67(B)
(half an hour later)
MGGS school

Daya , grabbing the hand of Rakhe Singh, the main gate man of the school, trying to grind the information about his daughter. Rakhe Singh was confused and at the same time a trifle frightened to find the truth that little Shinjini Saxena hadn't been reached at her parents. With lot of fumbling he was trying to explain what he experienced---woh saab to muskura ke hi Shinjini baby ko le gaye saab...un ke hath me aap ka likha huya chitthi bhi tha..
Daya, getting incandescent in rage, snapped---chitthi tha?... kaise pata chala aap ko ki woh letter hum ne hi likha hai?....
Gateman was totally puzzled and was quite apprehensive about the outcome of the consequences... He could bumble---us chitthi me.. kuch kuchh likha huya tha saab..
--kya likha huya tha?aap ne para bhi ya woh saab jaise jaise keh gaya.. aapko laga ki woh hi likha hai?.. haaa?... daya asked impatiently..
Rakhe Singh, cowered his head down to jabber with wavering voice---jee.. saab.. woh to.. angreji me likha huya tha to..
--matlab aap par nahi sakaa.. aur phir bhi aap ne ...humari beti ko kisi anjan aadmi ke pas chhor diya!!!!.... how can you do that ? how? how?.. Daya's eyes were emitting the ray of fury yet tears were waiting to spill down his cheeks..
Smita clenched Daya's arms to assuage his worry, to make him a little quiet, to make him strong and determined and muttered---daya.. ghar pe chalte hain.. shayad.. koi... phone vone... her voiced choked
Daya raised his index finger at the gateman and warned him with distorted face--main complain karunga aap ke khilaafff.. agar meri beti ko kuchh huya naa... to...
---dayaaaa... Smita gasped, in a mixture of fear and unbearable pain..
daya continued---abhi jata hun main head mistress ke pas.. aur ja ke kehta hun ki kaisa hai aap k school ke darwan?/ irresponsible.. aise logo se school chalate hain aap?
Smita, grasping Daya's hand tightly , tried to move him at the opposite direction and suggested feebly--yaha keh ke koi faida nahi Dayaa... main already baat kar chuki .. chalo.. ghar pe.. ja ke...
--faida nahi matlab?... itni chhte bachche ka school hai.. aur aisa irresponsible darwan!!!!.. what do you mean by faida nahiiiii!!!! un logo ko jawab dena parega.. I want an explanation ke aise kaise ho sakta hai?? aj humara beti ke sath huya kal dusre logo ke sath bhi ho sakta hai..
Smita, realised that Daya had lost his cool, and he was terribly furious, loosing his adoring daughter.
Smita strengthened her inner power, clutched Daya's both arms and with a soothing voice she started persuading her husband---Daayaaa.. meri baat suno... please... complain hum jaroor karenge.. magar usse pehle hume dhriti ko dhoond ke nikalna jaroori hai.. aur us ke liye hume abhi... ghar janaa.. jaroori hai.. her voice had a desperate plea to convince obstinate and quite befuddled Daya, but she didn't have to do much as her cell phone rang loudly, she received it worriedly--ha saheliii
diksha: kya baat hai bhabi?.. main bohut der se intezar kar rahi hun tumhari.. bohut tension bhi ho raha tha.. dhriti ko school se leke tum kahi pe gaye ho kya?..
Smita closed her eyes and once she bit her lower lip to realise the fact that she didn't inform anything at home.. Smita sighed once and hurriedly said--main tumhe sab bata rahi hun wapas ake.. okay.. abhi arahi hun.. she cut the line in haste.. and grabbing Daya's hand tightly she told firmly ---ghar chalo Dayaaa..

Part 67(C)
[2hours later] {Shiraz Apartment]
Daya was toeing and froing on the floor being extremely perturbed. Chachu was weeping and lamenting loudly sitting on the floor. Smita was sitting on a chair, anxious, tensed almost on the verge of crying, while Diksha clenched her two palms tightly to give her the much needed strength. Dev was sitting on the couch, staring vacantly at the floor. Munni was cuddled against nancy and didn't want to come out of her room in scare. Dev broke the silence, trying to be calm---waqt to nikal raha hai Dayaa.. abhi tak to phone vone na ayaa.. to phir...
--phir kya? kya bhaiya?... Daya's voice reflected a tint of edge..
Dev now suggested something probably to alleviate Daya's worry--achcha ...aise bhi to ho sakta hai.. ki.. purashthi ka koi ake.... dhriti ko.. leke gaye...after all... aaj... Somu ka... shaadi hai... kar hi sakte hai koi.. woh log to.. uncle hi lagte hai na...
Daya gave Dev a cross look and snapped with irritation--kya bol rahe ho tum bhaiya?.... meri beti ko.. purashthiwale.. itna pyar nahi karte hain.. ke... stopped he and glanced at Dev probably feeling a little guilty and cringed his head down..
Dev gasped, realizing a shiver of panic, he was utterly confused to decide whether he had to pacify Daya and Smita or some serious steps had to be taken to search for Dhriti. Before he concluded anything a sharp chide he heard ---kaha tha main..ki kya jaroorat hai itni chhoti bachchi ko school me admit karne ki?.. nahi.. mere baat achcha nahi laaga.. ajkal ki bachchi.. ajkal ki reeti riwaz.. Daya was grumbling, without a pause, having been sheer crestfallen in bitter apprehension.. and that was the cause of more worry and concern for Dev. He didn't observe Daya in so much anxiety and tension. Even if he was in distress, he used to forbear it silently, but that incident had made him insane.. He was grumbling sometimes, sometimes plucking his own hair in dejection, sometime weeping in sheer helplessness, sometimes complaining without any logic and reason.. Dev stood up and seized Daya's hand to soothe his tension,saying---main... purashthi me.. jake ekbar .... dhoond lun Daaya.. shaayd hum.. bewajah se.. itna pareshan ho rahe hain... humari bachchi.. sahi salamat hi....
Smita couldn't choked back her pain more.. she sobbed quietly murmuring---aap ka baatein.. sach ho jaye bhaiyaa.. Bhagwan kare... sach ho jaaye...
But Daya was fuming in rage as the worry tried to spurt through him--phir wohi baat!!!.. are kitni bar keh raha hun bhaiyaaaa... ke.. waha pe.. aisa koi nahi hai.. tumhe vishwas kyu nahi hota haiiiii?.. his fury ebbed away as his voice strangled by an excruciating angst..Dev grasped Daya's left shoulder with force and and gave him a mild reprimand--Dayaa.. apne aap ko samhal le... be strong....
Daya gasped with dejection which almost sounded like a sigh. Dev continued--agar tu itna upset ho jayega to smita ko kaun samhalega haaa?... he jerked Daya a little for putting much importance on his words.. Daya nodded, cowering on the floor , with a contorted face. Dev left Daya immediately and hobbled inside, taking out his cell phone from the pocket..
Nehal entered just then as the main door wasn't locked. He too was looking confused and tensed but at the same time controlled. He walked into Daya and tightly clenched his hand to to utter---chinta na karo.... jaldi hi mil jayegi dhritiiii...
Daya was probably musing something with vacant gaze, as a morbid glumness muffled his face. Muttered he slowly and calmly this time---samajh gaya main Nehal.... Dhriti ko pane ke liye.... ab police ke pas jane ke elaba... aur koi rasta nahi bacha..
Smita whimpered in a mixture of pain and fear as Diksha pressed her hand clenching more tightly to give her the warmth..
--po..police? stammered Nehal
--haa police.. barna itne bare shahar me kaha dhoonde hum us ko? kaha? ka....stopped he as his voice was revolting to make any more noise...
The silence of a minute was heavy but it was broken lastly as the landline started ringing with a trinkling noise .....
Smita was keen to receive it but Daya stopped her and received--hello...
No one answered from the other side..
Daya, a bit loudly poured his emotion upon the receiver--helloo.. kaun hai?...
There wasn't any change in the result though, Daya this time kept almost yelling--hello helloo helloooo.. koi baat nahi karna hai to phone hi kyu kiyaaa? haaaa?... who are you?... speak out....
Dev shuffled in slowly, Nehal walked onto him to give support while Daya was still hoping to listen to someone's voice on the receiever.. but his hope sagged away as the line had been cut suddenly..
Daya was panting with unbearable tension ans distress, Dev asked worriedly---kiska phone tha?kuchh pata chala?
Daya shook his head with dejection but soon he turned to listen to Dev as he informed ----Purashthi me phone kiya tha.... waha ........
---waha ? waha kya bhaiya?.. dhritu hai waha pe?.. Smita almost begged to know about her daughter..
Dev shook his head and uttered--no... Dhriti waha pe nahi hain.. waha ka koi.. Dhriti ko school se pick up nahi kiya tha..
Daya couldn't resist himself as his tongue slipped--ye kaun si nayi baat hai?
Nehal opined sagely---nahi Dayaa.. achcha huya bhaiya phone karke confirm kar liya is baat ko.. ab hume dusre jagha pe dhoond sakenge...
Daya again burst out unable to maintain his serenity--kahaaaaa? kaha pe dhoond sakte hai hum? schhol bheja tha usko.. aur kahi to nahi gayi meri beti.. now tears sprang out smartingly as he started blubbering...
Nehal gave him needed support and tried to quieten him, but he didn't have to do much as the landline rang again...This time Smita almost plunged to receive the call and she did it--he...hello.... hello.. with shaky frightened voice she spluttered out...
A satanic laughter she heard.. and immediately she felt as if scare passed through her spine rapidly to make her shivered.. She gathered courage to ask--kkaun?.. kkaun?.. kyu kuchh bolte nahi hooooooo?...
Satanic laughter had been changed into a sanctimonious chortle as a male voice she heard---wah!! waaah.. excellent... mere bachchi ko leke... apni ghar ka sunapan bhar diya tumhara pati neee.... aise hi?... muft me? aaa?..
Smita was stiffened, as her almost numb brain cells were trying to determine whose voice it was, and moreover the meaning of the words..but before she could ascertain anything , the hiss of the smirk she heard--are?.. dusro ki amanat se hi ghar bharna hai.. to uska keemat chukana parta hai.. ye baat.. tumhara pati ko... kaun samjhaye? hmmm?..there was faint cynicism in his voice..
Smita's eyes were getting goggled.. what she was listening to?.. Someone intentionally abducted their daughter, and that too was out of malice.
Daya was gazing at Smita with rising hope and bated breath, trying to read each and every shades of her face..
Smita's lips started quivering as she tried to speak out, as she tried to scream out in pain.. as she desperately wanted to know about her daughter.. but her lips were betraying with her..
Daya couldn't remain calm anymore as he snatched the receiver from Smita's hand to screech---kaun ho tum? haa?
A satirical voice answered ---Dhriti ki peeta ...
Daya startled and immedaitely looked at Smita.. she lowered her eyes feelign utterly miserable..
--kkya kya bakwas kar rahe ho tum?.. Dhriti kaha hai?.. kaha pe rakha use? kis halat me hai? main tujhe chhorunga nahi samjhe tu? main...stopped Daya, almost spurting out without a pause and listened to the otherside..
--are are itna ghabraao maat... kuch nahi hoga dhriti ki.. kaise kuchh karu use.. hmm?.. woh to mere sone ka anda hai.. laughed he maliciously.
Daya gritted his teeth, asked ---kya chahte ho tum?..
--paisa.. an immediate answer he heard quite unexpectedly..
Daya's face distorted in hatred to think about the abominable proposal, he couldn't resist himself from taunting him---apne khoon se business kar rahe ho Shantanu?..
Smita was silent until she heard that name "Shantanu".. Clinging onto Diksha she burst into a grievious whimper now
--Shut uppp.. justtttt shuttttttt your mouth uppp samjha?.. abhi zada baat karne se Dhriti mere pas hi reh jayegiiiiiiii.. aur pure duniya ko bata dunga main ki.....
Daya batted his eyelids with lesser intervals and sensed moisture in his eyes.. he swallowed hard and muttered after controlling his anger--kitna paisa chaiye tumhe?.. haa?...
--ab aya na raste pe.. wise man.. isi liye hi na.. bhargava ko uddhar kiya tha.. a wicked chortle and these words Daya heard with bated breath before asking him---kaam ki baat karo.. paisa kaise dun?.. meri beti ko kab wapas karoge?.. haa?..
--paisa?.. Smita was dumbstruck ..
--thik hai chalo kaam ki baat hi kare.. sattar lakh rupiya chaiye mujhe ... samjhe?.. paisa leke raat dus baje tum akela gandhi mor ka under construction building hai.. waha pe chale ana.. magar akela... daro nahi... dhriti ka kuchh nahi hoga..
Daya was totally dazzled by the claim ..but he managed to kept a curb on his flying rage and snapped hastily--kya gurantee hai ki tum dhriti ko kuchh nahi karoge?..
The sound of a sanctimonious smirk he heard along with the words---tumhe lagta hai.. jo ande se mujhe itna faida ho raha hai... use main nuksan pauchaunga?... haa?.. dekho.. mere pas aur koi rasta nahi.. paisa ka jaroorat tha... is liye ye kaam karna para.. barna main itna bura aadmi bhi na tha.. magar tumne mujhe bura banaya tumne.. samjhe Mr saxena?.... tumne mujhe pagal kiya hai.. mera khoon ko khaulna sikhaya.. shaitan banaya.. samjhe?.. anyways.. abhi itna kar do.. aur le jao meri... oh... sorry.. tumhari beti ko.. thik hai..chalo phone rakhta hun...
Daya was so much shocked that he couldn't react in the mid way of his speech and even after cutting the line he kept listening to engaged tone of the receiver. Everyone was waiting with expectant faces to listen to Daya as he put the receicer down with an addled face.
--kya kaha Daya? kitna paisa manga?.. asked Dev..
Daya had a pallid and grim face , yet he tried to hide his perplexed mind and answered --seventy lakh!!...
Everyone was staggered to listen to Daya while he himself chekced him back and hastily said to indicate Smita---bahar ja raha hun....paused he.. and then uttered with shaken voice--kaam hai.... Vanished he within a moment before Dev could call him to discuss the money matter.

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Suchi

@suchi_dev2006

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Posted: 14 years ago

#93

Part 68(A)
7 p.m (Shiraz Apartment)
Everyone was waiting for Daya, being tremendously worried for Dhriti as well as for Dayaa... Dev snapped unable to bear the growing tension--Smitaa.. tujhe Daya ko rokna chaiye tha.. kisi ko kuch kehne ka mauka na deke gayab ho gaya..
Smita wasn't in a state to even answer, in fact it was dubious whether the words she could listen to... She was in a utterly perplexed and muddled state of mind and was sitting in a chair like a stiffened stone.. Dev could feel immediately that it was useless to talk to Smita.. and he himself kept lamenting ---kisiko kuchh batane ka jaroorat nahi.. discuss karne ka jaroorat nahi.. are Dhriti kya sirf teri hi beti hain? humara koi nahi woh?... his voice oozed out a little huff.. Nehal was helpless and was continuously trying to contact Daya.. but sighed with desolation---nah.. cell phone band hai... pata nahi.. woh phone kyu band kar diya..
--wohi to.. Dev agreed and continued---subah se jaise chhatpata raha tha.. jaise restless ho raha tha.. patience kho raha tha.. abhi...
Nehal wiped out the bead of perspiration upon his forehead and suggested--bhaiyaa.. aab hume kuchh karna chaiye.. pure din hath pe hath rakh ke baith ke to dekh liyaa.. kuchh to karna chaiye hume....
Dev nodded within the deep ponder and asked him--chalo police station chalte hain...
Nehal was surprised a little and hesitated--magar.. police bulane se agar..... kuchh aur garbar ho jaye to...
Dev fastened a little loudly--to kare to kya kare hum Nehal?... police ki madad ke bina hum Dhriti ko dhoond nahi payenge..
doorbell rang and door opened by Nehal.. daya entered with sluggish a little devastated steps.. Dev shouted at him--kaha pe the tu?.. phone bhi band karke rakha.. hume chinta nahi hota kya?... irresponsible....
He didn't notice that tears was filled in his eyes, just waiting to brim over to spill down through the cheeks.. but Nehal noticed it.. He kept his hand on Daya's shoulder and softly asked---kya huya hai Dayaa?... paisa ka intezam huya hai?...
Daya wiped his eyes with his sleeves and sniffing once he answered in shaken voice--ho jayega.. jaroor ho jayega..
Dev exclaimed--ho jayega!!.. are...kab hoga?.. kab jayega tu? kab...
--main nahi janta hun bhaiyaa.. Daya sobbed, unable to repress his pain and continued ---itna pata hai.. ke.. Uparwale ...humare sath.. itna bara anyay na karenge.. jaroor woh hi kuchh na kuchh....
Dev felt a sharp pang inside, a sudden pressure upon his chest started disturbing him.. he got off his specs to moped his tears off and then walked into Daya to give him mental and physical support...
Daya was standing, cringing his head down at the floor, probably to hide his guilty eyes from Smita.. his ruffled hair was flying here and there, uncared, and his woebegone face, beseeching eyes , quivering lips, everything he wanted to conceal from the whole world..
Dev held his both shoulders with his both palm, tightly.. and murmured affectionately---kitna paisa ekattha kar paaya?..
Daya didn't answer.. but started flapping, by sheer restlessness..
Dev jerked him softly and further whispered---bol Dayaaa.. mere pas kuchh paisa tha.. woh shop bechne ka...
--nahi nahi.. nahi bhaiyaaa... Daya started panting and shaking his head ...
Dev kept staring at him, with wistful eyes, feeling the bitter truth that Daya didn't want to take any help from him...he further told with a impassioned voice---kya main tera koi nahi hun?.... dhriti mera koi nahi?..... aise halat me... agar tera madad na karu to..... to... kis baat ke liye......his voice choked.. as he wanted to speak out---kis ke liye... bachaya mujhe?... achcha hi hota agar.. woh.... accident me... main.....
--bhaiyaaaa... Daya let out in a mixture of scare and pain..
gulped back he, before taking out his specs from his eyes.. tears were spilling down over his cheeks.. Daya didn't expect to see the tears of Dev.. His face reflected utter chagrin to see Dev crying..but... he had to make him understand that he wouldn't allow money matter to come between the brotherhood.. .Daya, grabbing the palm of Dev, pleaded with imploring voice--paisa... dhan... sampatti... bohut khatarnak hai bhaiyaa... ise... humse door rehne do.... bhaiyaa... please ise humse door.. rehne do.... main.. aur kuchh aisa na karna chahta hun... jisse... hum me phir se.. darar par jaaye... main.. tumhe... khona nahi chahta hun bhaiyaaa.....
Dev was trying to put his words, to alleviate the torrid emotion of Daya.. but in front of Daya's turbulent words, he wasn't being able to let out even a single word..
Wiped his tears he and fluffed his weakness off to bolster the courage and confidence of his brother..and scolded he in a persuasive manner---dayaa.. ye waqt woh sab sochne ka nahi hai... kyu samajh nahi raha hai tu?... is waqt.. Dhriti ko wapas lane ka kaam chhorke... humara dusra koi soch koi kaam koi baat pe dhyan nahi dena chaiyeee...
Daya, staring at his brother with longing eyes was trying to persuade his mind too, while Dev pressed his shoulder to strengthen his courage and patting his back he suggested, wearing the specs again--chal.. jaldi paisa ready karke tu taiyar ho jaa... jaldi kar.. chal..
Daya tried to digest everything without spending much time, his nostrills were flaring, face reddened with an repressed pain.. clenching his palm, he tried to release the anst within his palm... and turned back to go inside but... stopped he.. to hear the voice of Smita, after a long... as she fierced though she was looking calm---paisa deke chhurana parega Dhriti ko?.. paisaaa?... paisaaaa.... her eyes brimmed over.. as she continued---tum ne sahi suna tha?.... yehi chaiye tha Shantanu Tripathy ko?..
Daya couldn't give an answer to Smita.. ,knowing her mental state and the pang she was bearing silently since the past seven eight hours..
Smita's face distorted with excruciating pain---jawab do Dayaaaaa.... tum Dhriti ka asli peeta hoooo...ye shantanu ko kyu nahi keh sakaa tum?.. She was turning crimson in flaming rage.. Daya was totally perplexed to see Smita's anger..not a single word was slipping through his tongue though he wished to speak his heart out, he wished to mollify her enraging fury, he wished to plead infront of his caring wife to wipe his anger out as he became terribly frightened to see her with it..
Dev interfered to see Daya helpless---Smitaa.. woh hum baad me dekhenge.. pehle humara bachchi humare pas laut ke ana jaroori hai.. hai na?.. kya tu ye nahi chahti hai? aaa?..
Smita's eyes were fixed at Daya, her glance didn't averted from Daya, even when she answered Dev--haa bhaiyaaa.. dhriti ka wapas ana jitna jaroori hai.. utna jaroori hai Shantanu Tripathy ko ye samajhna.. ke.. Dhriti ke peeta ka naam hai Daya Saxenaa.. aur.. Daya Saxenaa.. koi quayar nahiiiiiii.. ke barbar aise blackmail karke ... woh paisa lete rahega... humari bahchi ko uska paisa kamane ka rasta ban ne nahi dungi maiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnn... her eyes seemed cold, and brutal for the enemy.. as if she could kill her enemy at that moment to save her loved ones..
Diksha tried this time--bhabi.. please bhabi.. shant ho jaa.. chup ho ke baith jaa..
Smita was panting with extreme agony and wrath, Diksha held her within her arms and kept trying to soothe her agony...
The anger was ebbing away as it converted into tears.. Smita slumped down onto the chair again, breaking down into a heart rending cry in which there was extreme yearning of a mother for her child..
Daya bit his lips watching Smita's tears as he felt his whole soul was wrung with grief.. and quickly vanished from there to avoid any further eye contact with a wretched mother.. as guilty stuck him mercilessly.

Part 68(B) [2 hours later]
Daya was in car, along with a heavy briefcase filled with the notes, feeling something near nauseating as a sense of fright was crawling slowly but steadily into every corner of his heart. His palms were getting sweaty by the extreme stress and rapid throb of his tensed heart, as he was moving the steering of the car. Moistened his eyes were, as he recalled how he had to bark to stop Smita's vehement unreasonable plea to go there to fetch Dhriti back under the tight clasp of Shantanu Tripathy.. There wasn't much time to mitigate her anguish but she was just.... unapproachable.. and thus.. a sigh of despair released as he hushed within himself--I am sorry Smita... this is the first time in my life, I have shouted at you.. and that is.. when ... you needed my sympathy.. my care.. my warmth .... Daya stopped the car, leaned over the steering.. as he felt a unbearable pang had been pressed upon his chest.. An inexplicable pain was squeezing his heart more as he was trying to forget the moment of his mistake. Lamented he within himself--Smita.. kya pata hai tumhe... ki mujhe kitna taqleef ho raha hai tumhe dukh paucha ke... his face twisted with pain ...but he had to hold back himself as his cell phone rang.. Dev was calling.. Daya tried to assuage his quivering voice and received it---ha bhaiyaa...
Dev: Dayaa... kitna door hai gandhi mor aur?
Daya sniffed to answer: adha ghanta me pauch jaunga bhaiya.. chinta maat karna..
Dev: samhal ke drive karna ..samjha?..
Daya felt a sharp throng in his throat.. with wavering voice he answered--ha... thik hai..
Dev: koi tension maat karna... sab thik ho jayega..
Daya couldn't able to bear more , thus he just sounded--mmmmmm...
Dev: bas tu steady rehna.. okay...
Daya tried to repress the sob remaining silent..
Dev might understand something and told--thik hai.. abhi samhalke drive kar.. hum sab hain tere sath..
daya suddenly yelled in shaking voice--smita ka khayal rakhna..
Dev assured him before cutting down the line...
Daya consoled himself musing about the fact that he could get the forgiveness of Smita, when he would rescue their daughter and returned her child to her lap.. Roughly wiped his tears he, with the sleeves and got started the car..

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