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She read the lines of the note again:

So let me stare at you one last time, love,

Then I promise, I will leave.

"aakhri baar dekhne aaye the?" she held the note to her bosom, "tumhe kabhi nahi maaf karungi mein Abhijeet – kabhi nahi….ek baar tum mil jao, phir dekhti hu kaise bach paate ho mere gusse se."

"bada aaya mahan ban'ne," she spoke aloud, " you left because you thought that your presence would endanger my life. Those men were aiming at you, I took the bullet and you got scared. But that doesn't grant you any rights to leave!"

She had resolved to find though she didn't know how. She would've taken the note to the CID team but they wouldn't believe her – even I they did, she knew Abhijeet had easy access to their operations – even the extremely covert ones. He would apprehend their moves and take the necessary steps.

She quickly wore his favourite black jeans and a grey top and took her bike to the forensic lab.

"aao, aao Tarika," Salunkhe sir smiled, "k-"

"Sir wo mein…"

"kya baat hai?"

"Sir mujhe kuch dino ke liye chutti chahiye."

"theek hai…theek hai – headquarters bhej detein hai hum tumhari –"

"sir utna time nahi hai –"

"lekin tarika ye koi half day nahi hai jo mein de sakta hu tumhe."

"sir aap please baat ko samajhne ki koshish kijiye….mujhe aaj se hi leave chahiye."

"I am sorry Tarika par mein tumhari koi madat nahi kar paunga."

"Sir aap please –"

"no Tarika…I am helpless."

"toh phir theek hai sir – mujhe maaf kijiye, mujhe without permission leave leni padegi."

"par tum jaanti ho na….iss se tumhe –"

"ache se jaanti hu sir…mujhe nikal diya jayega – par iski naubat nahi aayegi….mein khud apna resignation dungi."

"Tarika kyu kar rahi ho ye sab? Apne hi haatho se apna future kyu bigaad rahi ho? Wo bhi uss kamzor darinde k –"

"sir please! Aap ka koi hak nahi banta unke baare mein aisa kehne ke liye. Unhone kuch nahi kiya hai….ye mera decision hai – isliye aap jo kehna chahtein hai, mujhe boliye – unki kya Galati."

"arrey lekin kar toh tum ussi k liye rahi ho nah."

She hung her head down. She didn't have an answer to this.

"kya hua? Nahi hai koi jawab? Aisa hi hoga tarika – galat log tumhe bas issi layak chodenge. Meine kaha tha….mat ghumo phiro uske saath itna….kya hua?dekha kya hua? Chod diya nah tumhe iss halat mein - kuch bolne k layak –"

"sir please!"

"kya sir please? Kuch galat kaha meine? "

She wondered if she should tell him about the note she found. No , that would only complicate things – he would tell the entire team and they would risk losing him, she decided.

"sir mein leave ke liye aayi thi yaha. Mujhe ab der ho rahi hai – mein chalti hu."

"Tarika I respect your decision…lekin jaate jaate ek baat sunn lo – wo ek mature insaan hai aur jaanta hai ki uske liye kya acha hai. uski khushi bhi toh dekho….agar wo yaha se jaakar khush hai toh tum kyu –"

"sir lekin mein jaanti hu ki wo khush nahi hai."

"beta agar wo yaha khush hota toh wo jaata nahi….wo yaha se dur, yaha ki yaado se dur gaya hai kyuki ye sab usse takleef deti hai – agar wo waapas aana chahta hai toh wo aa jaayega….usko time do."

"sir mein chalti hu."

"socho iss baare mein…aur khayal rakhna."

With her mind replaying the last statement by her boss, she went back home. Was he right? Did Abhijeet need time?

Tarika 1: tumhara Abhhijeet hai…jaao jaakar usse lekar aao

Tarika 2: par agar usko time ki zaroorat ho toh?

Tarika 1: kis cheez ke liye time? Wo ye sab sirf tere liye kar raha hai..note mein saaf saaf likha hai.

Tarika 2: arrey note toh theek hai…lekin tu ek doctor hai – you have learnt psychology. Tujhe pata hai nah – mind games.

Tarika 1: par tera dil jaanta hai ki ye koi mind game nahi hai

Tarika 2: pyaar wo hota hai jisme unki khushi hi teri khushi hai

Tarika 1: par wo khush nahi hai. Uske paas jaa….ye sirf tera hak nahi….tera farz bhi hai."

Tarika: haan ye mera hak aur mera farz hai

With this she packed her bag…she didn't know where to go – he could be anywhere..anywhere in India.

But wait…no one had come to replace him yet…did that mean?

Yes that could be the answer…thats why they didn't find him yet. He didn't leave yet…he was on leave. She was glad that India had reduced to Mumbai.