Sealed Book Of True Love

Chapter 8

In bureau

The night shifters for the night had arrived while others did leave minutes ago. In later hours of the night Daya sir moved out of his desk giving a second thought about his missing friend.

Time comes in direct proportionality to the worry. The latter can be measured....but;

On phone

Daya: kuch pata chale to batana...

Daya: thik hain.

Call ended

Daya: *deep sigh* Abhijeet....kaha gayab ho gaye yaar tum

With the figure of the watch and working officers, it was concluded that it was worth to visit the hospital and put the worries at ease. So he prepared to leave grabbing his collectibles when got intercepted by his junior

Pankaj: sir..
Daya: ha Pankaj?
Pankaj: sir sign chahiye thi... *gave file*
Daya: pen?
Pankaj: *looked around and picked up from the nearest desk* sir
Daya: *takes pen* yeh to evidence report hain
Pankaj: ha sir... woh pichla case tha na.... Highway encounter wala
Daya: *nods and signed* cross check kiya hain na? *overviews*
Pankaj: ha sir *convincing tone*
Daya: don't worry. *assuring smile* Itna bharosa hain *signed on other page*
Pankaj: sir bharose pe to duniya kayam hain
Daya: baat to sahi kah rahe ho tum... *turns page *
Pankaj: yaha pe sir...*points*
Daya: bas iss bharose ko kabhi tutne mat dena, hmm?
Pankaj: bilkul sir. Kabhi bhi nahi.
Daya: good.
Pankaj: *points* yaha bhi sir
Daya: hmm *signed* Aur kahi?
Pankaj: nahi sir. Thank you
Daya: *giving file* night shift hain kya tumhari?
Pankaj: ha sir.
Daya: *smiled* lage raho...
Pankaj: ha sir woh, Sachin sir ka phone aaya tha, warrant kal subha tak issue ho jayega.
Daya: appreciative. Aacha... Purvi se kuch baat huyi kya?
Pankaj: ha sir...uska message tha. Woh hospital se sidha ghar chali gayi hain
Daya: sahi kiya. Kafi late ho hi gaya hain. Thik hain fir, main bhi nikalta hu
Pankaj: okay sir... good night
Daya: good night

Inside an under-construction building

A man was sitting on a chair with a knife in his hand.

Man: asaman nila kyu? Paani gila kyu? Surajmukhi pila kyu?

Another man entered through the door completing his friend's words

Man 2: tera screw dila kyu?

The first man stood giving his friend a look.

Man 2: ha lens aache hain...chal ab ghurna band kar...

He came and sat on the chair while the first one looked at the knife in his hand and then back at the other man.

On a road, inside a car

Life does not run in fast lane, it walks down in ongoing traffic just like Daya sir.

Daya: raat ke ded (1:30) bhi aisa traffic... Waah Mumbai.

Daya: socha tha Purvi se milta chalunga..., *nodded in disbelief* phone karke puchh leta hu...phone to kharab hain Purvi ka,
landline pe call karta hu...*looked at the time* ab tak to ghar pahunch gayi hogi. *dialled* phone nahi utha rahi...abhi nahi pahunchi kya? *dialled again with a frown* so to nahi gayi? Abhi to pahunchi hogi...itni jaldi kaise so jayengi. *thinking* Ek baar aur call karu kya?.......... Baar baar phone karna bhi to thik nahi hain....Kuch hi ghante hain subha hone mein....chalo, kal bureau mein hi baat hoti hain...., Bas tab tak yeh traffic khul jaye.....