Please do play the song in headphone as you read the OS with the lyrics to feel the essence of Dareya on song.

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The air was thick with an unusual chill for a late afternoon in Mumbai, the sky draped in a heavy blanket of gray clouds, hinting at the impending rain. The sun, usually the star of India's vibrant skies, was nowhere to be found, hiding away behind the tumultuous clouds. Birds flitted through the sky, frantically searching for shelter, their familiar songs drowned out by the ominous atmosphere. Yet, life in the bustling city continued, with determined souls navigating their daily routines, oblivious to the brewing storm overhead.

Amidst this tense stillness lingered the fresh memories of last night's tempest-a storm that had disrupted lives and shattered the tranquility of several hearts.

For Abhijeet, the chaos was still vivid, leaving scars that tugged at the very essence of his being. He quietly stood outside Daya's house, the peeling paint and worn steps a stark contrast to the vibrant life that once thrived within. His eyes squeezed shut, he took a moment to steady his breath. Swollen from sleepless nights, his clothes hung loosely on his frame, and his hair lay tousled, yet a warm smile flickered on his lips, strengthened by the promise he clung to. With resolve, he inserted the key and stepped across the threshold, the air inside thick with a sorrowful heaviness.

As he moved quietly through the dimly lit corridor, faint sounds emerged from Daya's bedroom-soft, muffled sobs that sent a jolt of concern through him. Abhijeet cast aside the bags he carried, racing up the steps to the door that stood just ajar. Shreya was there, a solitary figure in the room, her head lowered, her voice a mere whisper, lost in the echoes of grief.

Abhi: (shrugging his shoulder): Daya bhi na, Shreya ko phir se rula di..

He paused, intent on stepping inside, but the weight of uncertainty held him back sending shiver down his spine looking at the scene infront of him..

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Just moments before, Daya stood on the balcony staring out into the brooding sky. The atmosphere outside mirrored the turmoil roiling within him. At 3 PM, the afternoon felt more like the remnants of a fading day, shrouded in muted shadows and a sense of foreboding. In the room behind him, Shreya meticulously arranged files, her delicate dress contrasting with Daya's simple shirt. They had begun their day with intentions of visiting the temple together and inviting positive with living the moments but the aftermath of the storm that raged through the night had transformed their plans into a fragile calmness tinged with dread.

The silence drew Daya's gaze to Shreya. She seemed lost in her tasks, unaware of his distress. He took a deep breath, opening the balcony door wide, inviting the fierce wind inside. It whipped through the room, rustling the curtains and capturing Shreya's dupatta, causing her hair to dance in the air. The moment their eyes met, Daya felt a flicker of hope, yet he struggled to keep his smile intact as her gaze quickly shifted back to her work.

Daya: I am sorry, Shreya... maaf bhi kardo abh mujhe, janta hu haar baar tumhara dil dhukhata hu lekin kya itna bura hu main ki tum mujhe se baat bhi nahi karna chati.. (he bite his lips with no response) nahi baat karogi jaa..jaane se pehle?

Forcing a breath she turned, her black big eyes, now fierce, reflected her pain.

Shreya: (scarcely) Aapne kab mera dil dhukhaya? Aap to "Daya sir" ho aur yaha jo hota hain wo aapki marzi se to hota hain. I am sorry ki maine aapse baat nahi ki par mujhe laga mera aapse baat karna zaruri nahi hain.

Daya : Shreya tum janti ho aisa nahi hain.

Daya stepped closer, each stride fuelled by desperation to bridge the divide between them, but she raised her hand signalling him to stop.

Shreya: To kaise hain sir? Kyu aap subha mere liye nahi ruke? Maine kaha tha na aapse ki hum saath mandir jaayenge.. agar hum saath hote to ye sab nahi hota lekin aap ko wahi karna hain jo aapko sahi lagta hain to theek hain sir, I am ok with this... Waise bhi main aapki kabhi priority thi hi nahi, na kal na aaj aur na...

Her voice cracked, and she lowered her head with tears collecting in her eyes. Each moment of silence echoed the unspoken feelings lingering between them with just the sounds of her sobbing heart echoing.

Outside the door, Abhijeet felt his heart wrench at Shreya's vulnerability as he shook his head moving towards door.

But at the same moment the gravity of the situation weighing upon him, Daya closed the distance between them, cupping shreya's face gently in his hands. Their lips met-a collision of emotions, the world outside dissolving into oblivion as they poured their unspoken fears into that singular moment. Shreya paused, her surprise transforming into response as the kiss deepened, igniting the spark that had been buried beneath the debris of doubt and sorrow.

Abhijeet quickly turned away walking downstairs, confusion swirling inside him as he heard the soft cries transform into the undeniable sounds of affection.

Daya broke the kiss as the room fell back into its somber silence, gazing at Shreya's flushed face, the innocence radiating from her leaving him momentarily lost. He brushed a lock of hair behind her ear, whispering softly as they locked eyes.

Daya: Tumne sahi kaha... tum meri priority list mein nahi ho... kyunki tum mera hissa ho... kyunki tum mujhmein ho. Shreya, main tum se dur raha kyunki mujhe daar hai ki kahi main tumhare bohut kareeb na aajau. Tum nahi janti ki main tumse kitna pyaar karta hu, kitna chahtein hu tumhe par daar hai ki(taking a sigh) kismat hume dur kardegi to mere jaane ke baad tum akeli...

She clutched his shirt, pulling him closer, sealing emotions in a soft kiss upon his forehead. He felt the tranquility of her presence, the warmth where their hearts converged, as she enveloped him in a comforting embrace, their sorrows momentarily forgotten amidst another brewing storm, locking them together through the chaos of the world outside.

Shreya: Aur kuch maat kaiye sir, mujhe ye pal aapke saath jeena hain. Mere liye aapke kareeb rehne se zyada kuch maine nahi rakhta sir. Kuch nahi rakhta.

The sincerity in her voice resonated within him, and as a tear trickled down Daya's cheek, he embraced her tightly closing his eyes to savor the moment. In this cocoon of warmth, sorrow dissipated replaced by a profound contentment that only love could provide.

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Meanwhile, in the buzz of the house, Abhijeet made his way to the hall, the echo of his footsteps drowned by the soft murmur of conversation. Feeling a wave of unfamiliar emotions as he passed by the intricately carved wooden main door of Daya's house with something compelled him to glance back. His heart raced with a mix of anxiety and curiosity. He took a deep breath and stepped outside gently creaking shut behind him with turning it back to lock.

Just as he turned he collided with Tarika, who wore an innocent smile and her eyes sparkling like the evening stars.

Abhijeet's surprise turned to bewilderment, and he briefly stared at the bedroom door again before focusing on Tarika, whose puzzled expression deepened with each passing second.

Tarika: Abhijeet, Kya hua?

Before he could respond, he quickly pressed a finger to her lips, his gaze darting around as if the walls might have ears. He hesitated, finally whispering the secret he had stumbled upon.

Abhi: Daya aur Shreya upar room mein hain.

Tarika raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued, her innocence evident. She questioned his words, seeking clarity.

Tarika: Wo log ghar saath aane wale the to saath hi rahenge na?

Abhijeet shook his head slowly, tension gripping his expression as he whispered again.

Abhi: Tarika, tum samjh nahi rahi... wo log Daya ke bedroom mein saath-saath hain.

More confusion lingered on Tarika's face as she stepped back slightly. Abhijeet reached out, capturing her wrist to pull her closer, speaking softly yet urgently.

Abhi: Tarika suno meri baat... wo dono upar room mein ek dusre ke pass hain... kareeb hain...

Tarika's expression shifted to disbelief and she glared at him frustration bubbling within her as she tried to take the keys from his grasp.

Tarika: Ye keys obsession chodo aur please side hato, Shreya ko packing mein help chaiye thi aur jaldi sab yahan pahunchte hi honge.

But in a moment of vulnerability, Abhijeet held her hands firmly, drawing her near.. their faces just inches apart. The world around them melted away, and as their eyes locked, an electric tension danced between them.

Tarika: (blushing whispered) Abhijeet, hum ghar ke bhar khade hain. Yahan sab dekh sakte hain hume.

A gentle urgency laced his voice as he leaned in closer.

Abhi: Daya yahi kar raha hain... Shreya ke saath.

Tarika's brows knitted together in confusion, eyes widening as Abhijeet's words settled in. He nodded slowly, voice nearly a whisper.

Abhi: Daya quality time spend kar raha hain Shreya ke saath andar.

Her face broke into an adorable mix of surprise and a mischievous smile. She tried to suppress her giggles but soon found herself bursting into laughter, while Abhijeet stood there with a mix of confusion and embarrassment swirling in his mind.

Tarika : (holding her laughter)Exactly kya kar rahe hain wo??

Abhi :(losing his grip cleared his throat)wo maine unhe..

Tarika : Unhe kya Abhijeet?

Abhi :(took a sigh)Kiss karte dekha.

Tarika's laughter echoed around as he again cover her lips with his finger, she subsided her laugh and peered at him leaning intriguingly.

Tarika: Tumhe pata hain, tum hamesha unke kiss ke beech aajate ho aur(placed her arms around his shoulder locking eye with him) aaj dekho tumnhe unhe aaj kiss karte hua dekha.

Abhijeet felt his cheeks flush a deep crimson, casting his gaze downward, scanning the surroundings as if they could provide an escape. She placed a finger down his chin making him look into his eyes.

Tarika: (whispering slowly) Abhijeettt, physical hona common hain couples ke beech... (he was silent for a moment as she cupped his face) Daya really needs Shreya's love right now. Right?

Catching the seriousness in her gaze and assurance in her voice he nodded slowly, contemplating everything as Tarika took his hands, her warmth grounding him. The clouds above began to thicken and with a gentle rumble, rain started to pour, enhancing the ambiance of their hushed conversation. Abhi pulled Tarika aside as both turned to witness the dazzling rain.

Tarika: Kitni achi barish ho rahi hain, aise lag raha hain jaise iss barish mein humare sare dhuk dhul jaayenge.

Abhijeet watched the raindrops cascading down, their rhythm echoing the unspoken thoughts in his mind. With a light breeze caressing their faces, Tarika's phone buzzed, breaking the tranquil spell between them.

Abhi (quickly): Hume yahan se chalna chaiye aur sabko keh do ki wo sab mere ghar aajaye.

Tarika chuckled, playfully raising an eyebrow at him.

Tarika: Tum sach mein jaana chahte ho?

Abhijeet, his eyes capturing her playful demeanor, nodded gently while brushing her hair back.

Abhi: Iss barish mein uss upar wale se bas yahi dua hai, sab pareshaniya door ho jaye.
Khushiyon ka saaya saath ho, aur pyaar se mil jayega humein humara.

With a shared smile, Tarika called others to inform her voice brightened by the unexpected rain.

Tarika: Haan Purvi, nahi nahi... Daya ke ghar ke raste mein barish ka paani jaam gaya hain to tum log Abhijeet ke ghar aajao. Haan, hum wahi wait karte hain. ... Abhijeet ki baat ho gayi hain Daya se, wo aur Shreya bhi raste mein hain. Sidha Abhijeet ke ghar aayenge. Theek hain, main rakhti hu...Bye

As she glanced at Abhijeet, sitting in the car's passenger seat they exchanged a knowing look, full of unspoken possibilities. Abhijeet nodded starting the car, his eyes lingering on Daya's house as they drove away while Tarika smiled fondly at him and then back at Daya's abode.

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A storm brewed outside, yet inside the house, Daya and Shreya found solace in one another's presence. Daya tenderly brushed his fingers along her jawline, teasing her playfully. She giggled, warmth enveloping her as she turned in response to his touch. He smiled, stepping closer, gathering her loose strands of hair and tucking them behind her ear, before bestowing soft kisses down her shoulder. Each gentle press sent delightful shivers through Shreya, a cherished moment cradled in the embrace of the evening's intimacy.

The sky was a canvas of shifting grays, clouds hanging heavy with the promise of rain. A gentle breeze danced through the air, swirling around the terrace where Shreya stood, her heart a symphony of nervous excitement. The world was hushed, and in that moment, all that mattered was the intimate space shared between her and Daya. She felt a warm flutter in her stomach, a response to his touch, as if he were igniting a fire within her.

Every brush of his lips against her skin sent ripples of warmth across her body, contrasting beautifully with the coolness of the air. Shreya held her dress, feeling the delicate fabric glide against her fingertips, her breath hitching as he placed soft kisses to the curve of her neck. Each kiss was like a note in a sweet melody, resonating deep within her heart as she turned facing her back towards him.

In the distance, the clouds thickened and a gentle drizzle began, fine drops of water cascading down like nature's own serenade. As Daya's moved closer to her and placing kisses along her skin, she closed her eyes, surrendering herself completely to the moment. She could feel his heart pounding, matching the rhythm of her own; they were two souls entwined in a fleeting, timeless dance.

From behind her, Daya leaned in, his breath a teasing whisper against her neck, making her giggle as a delightful, ticklish sensation danced along her spine. She tried to escape the teasing, but he captured her dupatta, a cheeky smirk playing on his lips as he stepped closer wrapped it around her head like a playful crown. She looked up at him, their eyes meeting in a connection electric with unspoken words-before his lips found a tender home on her forehead, then brushed against her eyes, cheeks, and finally dancing on the tip of her nose, eliciting a broad smile from her.

Just then, the balcony door creaked open, and the sound echoed in the silence, pulling Shreya from her reverie. The rain had transformed into a downpour, torrents crashing down and drenching the surroundings. Beaming, Shreya's gaze lit up with sheer joy as she turned to Daya, still standing there with her hands gently clasped in his.

Without a word, Daya took a step holding her hands as he led her onto the balcony terrace. Confusion flickered across her face, but excitement quickly overcame it as the rain enveloped them, washing away any reservations. She attempted to run but he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close, and they twirled beneath the clouds, their laughter harmonizing with the falling rain.

The world around them faded as Shreya playfully ran her fingers through his hair, drawing closer to him, cupping his face with an air of delicate intimacy.

Yeh Saajish Hain Boondon Ki... she began, her voice like honey, fingers gliding from his forehead to his neck, Koi Khwaahish Hain Chup Chup Si... Daya stilled her fingers, pressing a soft kiss to her neck.

The rain continued to fall, each drop illuminating their surroundings like diamonds on delicate silver fabric. Shreya watched with wide eyes as Daya leaned closer, his kisses trailing from her chin to her neck, igniting a warmth within her that made her heart race.

Dekho Naaa.. Dekho Na... she whispered flirtatiously, flicking her finger playfully against his cheek before taking a step back, locking eyes with him.

A delightful spark danced in Daya's eyes as he watched her twirl, rain glistening against her skin like starlight. She spread her arms wide, allowing the droplets to collect on her face, exalting in the moment's freedom. He moved in closer, pulling her against him as their bodies collided, his lips brushing her forehead in a gesture both tender and possessive.

Hawa Kuchh Haule Haule... he began, planting kisses from her cheek to her neck with deliberate slowness. Zubaan Se Kya Kuchh Bole? He wrapped her in his embrace, making her heart sway wildly. Kyon Duuri Hain Ab Darmiyaan...

Their foreheads touched, eyes sparkling with unspoken promises, a connection so profound they could almost believe the world outside had faded away.

Dekho Na Dekho Na... they repeated together, lost in this beautiful storm of feelings.

As the moments unfolded, each playful chase ignited a warmth and joy as Shreya splashed water at him, laughter spilling like the raindrops surrounding them. She could feel the giddy excitement bubbling in her chest with every chase and retreat blending into the melody of their shared moment.

Daya's teasing made her heart flutter. Phir Na Hawayen Hongi Itni Besharam... His voice, light and airy, made her smile deepen. She responded, a dance of playful mirth, catching droplets in her palms and splashing them onto his face with a mischievous grin.

As he turned, feigning mock outrage, Shreya raced to him and cupped his face, concern mingling with laughter as she caught her breath close to him.

Haye! he exclaimed softly, twisting her around playfully, still holding her tightly against him. Phir Na Dag Mag Dag Mag Honge Yeh Kadam...

With a smile, Shreya leaned into him, her heart pounding as Daya kissed her softly on the her hands holding them affectingly with every touch igniting the air around them.

Haa Saawan Yeh Seedha Nahi Khufia Bada... she sang softly, her voice lilting, adding to the chorus of rain and joy that surrounded them.

Daya pulled her closer, kissing her gently, each caress taking his breath away as they both revelled in the beauty of the moment.

As the storm continued to fall around them, they found themselves caught in a swirl of passion and tenderness, their laughter melding seamlessly into the orchestra of falling rain. And as the sky cried its joy, the world outside shimmered, oblivious to the magic that unfolded on that small terrace-a dance of two souls woven together, beneath the watchful gaze of the pouring sky. Daya held Shreya in his arms as they walked inside the room with still locking the eyes.

As the world outside melted away, the inside of the room became a sanctuary of intimacy and quiet anticipation.

Daya, with a look of eager longing, slowly turned Shreya around to face him. His lusty gaze held her captive as he settled onto the edge of the bed, pulling off his shirt with an effortless grace and letting it fall carelessly to the floor. The dim light touched the contours of his chest, and Shreya reached out, her fingers trailing softly across him, igniting both pleasure and desire within them.

Leaning down, Daya kissed her passionately, a fire igniting between them as Shreya tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, deeper into the kiss.

Hmm Hothon Ki Arzi Aaise Thukraaon Na... he murmured against her lips, his voice thick with longing.

Their bodies pressed together, heat radiating from them as Daya continued to kiss Shreya, causing her to moan softly in pleasure.

Saanson Ki Marzi Ko Jhuthlaaon Na... he whispered, losing himself in the moment.

As his lips wandered, Shreya lovingly explored the planes of his back, feeling each muscle ripple under her touch. Daya, tantalizingly slow, slid her top off, letting his lips trail from her forehead down, leaving a path of love bites along her neck, chest, and stomach, drawing soft moans of delight from her lips.

Chhuu Lo Na Chhu Lo Na...Chhuu Lo Na Chhu Lo Na... came the melodic plea from her as she struggled to catch her breath. Daya watched her, intoxicated by the sight of her panting, the rise and fall of her chest driving him wild with desire as his lips explored her body, teasing and tempting her.

Hawa Kuchh Haule Haule, Zubaan Se Kya Kuchh Bole...

He leaned closer, caressing her through the soft fabric of her bra, and Shreya closed her eyes in bliss, clutching the bedsheets as sensations overwhelmed her. Daya smiled, warmth flooding his chest as he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

I love you, Shreya... he confessed, his heart laid bare.

She opened her eyes slowly, met his gaze with a shy smile, and gasped as he continued to kiss her, unravelling the delicate pieces that separated them. Her hands moved in a flurry, trying to cover herself as he held her wrists firmly yet tenderly.

Daya's eyes drank in her beauty, a soft flame igniting within him. As her gaze lowered, shyness swept across her features, driving him to kiss her more urgently, his lips leaving a trail of warmth and desire across her skin.

Aahh...mmm...Daya sir... Shreya gasped, overwhelmed by the sensations.

Na Duuri Hain Ab Darmayaan...Dekho Na Dekho Na...

She breathed, the thrill of their closeness sending shivers through her.

Her body felt alive with tingles, and Daya captivated by the sight of her, felt a surge of passion. Each of her moans spurred him on further, his kisses trailing lower, moving down her soft stomach and lingering over her navel, before stopping to meet her gaze.

With a gentle smile, Daya unbuckled his belt, the rustle of fabric accentuating the intoxicating tension in the air. Shreya's heart raced as she beheld him, completely bare. Her eyes widened, and she couldn't help but admire him, pulling him deeper into her anticipation.

As his hands slid down to her pajama pants, cautiously easing them off, the world outside faded further away, leaving only the soft glow of their shared sanctum. Shreya trembled, her heart racing as Daya brushed his fingers against her, each movement invoking a crescendo of pleasure within her.

Ahaa...s...sir... she gasped, breathless.

This was what they both had yearned for, their shared desire shimmering between them. He leaned in again, his fingers dancing across her skin, provoking soft gasps as she lost herself in the moment.

Dekho Na...Hmm Hmm Hmm...Dekho Na...

She breathed, her nails digging into his waist as he moved inside her, slowly at first, igniting the flames of passion.

Da...yaa...sir... she moaned, her body tightening with each rhythm as pleasure overwhelmed her senses. Yet, as the sensations peaked, she winced, a tear escaping her eyes.

Daya paused, concern etched across his features. Shreya, tum theek ho? he asked softly.

Feeling her nod and the faint smile she offered, he leaned in closer, caressing her face gently. I love you...

I love you too... Shreya whispered, and he kissed her forehead in response.

The two of them melted into one another, their lips meeting time and again as they surrendered to the sensations, the intimacy of their union soaring to incredible heights.

Hours passed like moments, and as the evening deepened, Shreya found herself nestled against Daya's warm body, peaceful and content. He watched her with a soft smile, twirling her hair around his fingers, unable to shake the lingering warmth of their shared moments.

Daya : Kaise jaaunga tumse dur? Kaise?

He mused quietly, his heart swelling as she instinctively moved closer, tightening her grip on him. With a tender smile, he closed his eyes enveloped in her warmth and fell into a blissful slumber, holding her tightly in his arms.

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The gentle sound of raindrops dancing against the window panes created a soothing backdrop for the evening, wrapping Abhijeet's modest living room in a cocoon of warmth and nostalgia. This was a haven of friendship, where laughter and shared memories thrived, battling the gloomy weather outside. The soft glow of amber lights highlighted an old, wooden table at the center, its surface worn with the marks of countless games and conversations. Tonight, the age-old game of Ludo sprawled out in front of them, its brightly colored pieces flickering like fireflies against the muted tones of the room.

The warm aroma of freshly brewed tea wafted through the air, enveloping the space in comfort. Abhijeet's friends were gathered around the table, engaging in friendly banter, their voices punctuating the otherwise tranquil atmosphere. Yet, beneath the cheerful facade, a tension lingered, heavy and palpable, reflecting their shared concern for Daya and Shreya's uncertain situation. Abhijeet, lost in thought took a long sip of his tea. The rain cascaded outside, mirroring the storm of emotions brewing inside him.

Tarika, sitting quietly across from Abhijeet, had been watching him for a while. She noticed the furrow in his brow as he stared out into the rain, lost in his contemplation. Gathering her courage, she stood up slowly, her footsteps soft and deliberate across the wooden floor. Approaching him with tenderness, she gently took his hand in hers. Abhijeet turned to her, and the storm within him calmed a bit as he met her gaze, his expression softening at her warm smile.

Tarika; 5th cup chai ki pi rahe ho tum.

she teased affectionately, her voice a melodic balm to his troubled thoughts. Abhijeet lowered his eyes, momentarily releasing her hand to set his cup down on the small stool beside him. Despite the gentle warmth of her touch, he felt his heart heavy with worry.

Abhi: Tarika...

He murmured, the name lingering in the air like a whispered prayer.

Tarika: Sab theek hoga Abhijeet. (she looked into his eyes, her smile reassuring him) Kal Vivek ne ek baat kahi thi...

Abhi: Vivek ne? (raising his eyebrows) kaunsi?

Tarika: (smiling) Tumhari dosti aur Shreya ka pyaar Daya ko kahi nahi jaane dega.

Abhi: Sach?

Tarika: Of course Abhijeet.. tumne kaha tha tumhe Daya ke vishwas pe vishwas hai. Dekhna, ye bura waqt bhi tal jaayega aur phir hum bade dhoom dham se Daya aur Shreya ke shaadi ki tayari karenge.

A wave of emotion surged through Abhijeet as tears welled in his eyes. He quickly wiped them away, pressing a gentle kiss on Tarika's hands as she hugged him, a silent promise exchanged between them. The others at the table watched with a mix of concern and hope, their hearts heavy with the weight of the situation as Priya and Rajat exchanged solemn glances amidst the quiet room.

Rajat: (worried) Daya sir aur Shreya ab tak nahi aaye, I hope sab theek ho.

Priya: Rajat.. don't worry yaar, wo theek hi honge. (she glanced at Pankaj, trying to lighten the mood) Pankaj, tumne ye sandwiches ab tak nahi khaya?

Pankaj: (sadly) Mera maan nahi hain.

Freddy: Daya sir ruk jaate to acha hota.

Priya:(quickly) Freddy sir, aap to samjhiye...

Everyone looked at them as Priya rolled the dice with flashes of last night in her eyes. Freddy sighed deeply, looking down at his cards, a faint murmur escaping his lips.

Freddy: Sab khush rehne ki koshish kar rahe hain, lekin sabke dilon mein darr hain.

Pankaj: (whispering) Freddy sir, hume bhi sabke saath khush rehna toh hoga na.

Freddy: (shaking his head) Par...

Nikhil interjected cheerily, snatching the dice from Priya and twirling it in his fingers, drawing everyone's attention.

Priya: (shouting) Nikhil, stop it! Dekho main Daya ko keh dungi... you such a jerk.

Nikhil: (rolling his eyes) Oh hello.. Main respectful CID officer hoon...

Nikhil replied with mock seriousness, a grin creeping across his face. Tarika couldn't help but smile at the playful banter unfolding before her.

Tarika :(smiled at the scene whispering)Sab apne vaada nibha rahe hain.

Abhi: Pata nahi main kab tak nibha paunga.

Abhijeet admitted quietly, glancing worriedly at the rain pattering against the window, In an attempt to break the mounting tension, Priya pulled Nikhil's hair lightly, shocking everyone with her unexpected wild side, and quickly scampered over to Abhijeet, her voice barely audible against the wall of rain outside.

Priya: Bhai, ye barish toh band hone wali nahi hai, kya kare? Kaise jaaye dinner pe? Aur (raising her eyes) humare love birds kaha attak gaaye, abh tak nahi aaye.

Nikhil narrowed his eyes, mock-grimacing as Rajat tried to set his hair back to normal, prompting soft smiles around the room.

Tarika: (smiling) Haan, Haan, Abhijeet phone hi kar rahe the unhe. Tum udhar chalo, Purvi ki help kardo Daya ke gift pack karne mein... dekho wo husband-wife ek doosre ki help kar rahe hain.

Everyone's gaze shifted towards Sachvi and Purvi, who were still deep in argument while packing the gifts.

Priya: (hitting her head) Uff mere bina kuch nahi hota yahan.

With a playful wink, Tarika turned back to Abhijeet.

Tarika :(slowly)Please Daya ko phone karlo aur...

Abhi: (gasping, startled) Aur kya kahu??

Tarika smiled sweetly at his nervousness, patting his shoulder, encouraging him.

Tarika : Senior Inspector ho tum... itna toh pata hi hoga...

Abhi: Nahi.. nahi...

As she stepped away, Abhijeet rubbed his forehead, trying to recollect Shreya and Daya's shared moments, feeling a rush of affection for his friend.

Abhi : (nodding)Roklega tujhe Shreya ka pyaar aur meri dosti Daya...

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Meanwhile, outside, the rain was still falling, but inside the adjacent room, a different story unfolded. Daya and Shreya were locked in a warm embrace, her head resting against his strong chest, the world outside forgotten. Their feet intertwined, Daya pressed soft kisses on her head, savoring the fleeting moments.

Daya: I love you Shreya, thank you mujhe mera best birthday gift dene ke liye.

Shreya met his gaze, her heart overflowing, and kissed him tenderly.

Shreya : I love you too sir... I love you too...

He brushed a lock of hair back behind her ear when his phone rang, and he reached out without looking. As he glanced at the caller ID and showed it to Shreya, he chuckled.

Daya: Tumhara bhai hamesha galat waqt pe phone karta hai.

Shreya playfully bit his chest, earning a smirk from him. The call disconnected, but she playfully urged him, Daya sir, please uss side turn kijiye.

Daya: Kya?

Shreya: Sir mujhe fresh hone jaana hain aap waha turn kijiye.

His confusion replaced by amusement, Daya smiled and turned around. The phone rang again, and Shreya glanced back at him with a grin.

Shreya: Call pick kar lijiye, kuch important hoga.

Daya: Important toh tum ho... aur ruko main bhi aata hun...

With a mischievous gleam, she tossed a pillow at him before he chuckled and settled into the sheets, answering the call.

Daya: Bolo boss... kya hua?

The joyful tone of Daya's voice made Abhijeet momentarily forget the tension on the other end.

Daya: Boss???

Abhi: (stammering nervously) wo main kab se phone kar raha tha tumhe... woo...

Daya: (picking up Shreya's earring that had dropped) Kya hua, bataoge bhi?

Abhi: Bhar bohut bharish ho rahi hain.

Daya: (glancing out at the rain, smiling) Bohut achi barish ho rahi hain.

Abhi: Hmm... Daya...

Daya: Haan boss...

Abhi: Dinner ka plan ka kya kare?

Daya: (confused) Dinner?

Abhi: Tujhe yaad... (shaking his head) aaj dinner ka plan tha jo hum sab saath karne wale the... wo... tera birthday ka dinner Hotel Revu mein par barish ho rahi hain toh hotel staff ka call aaya tha confirmation ke liye ki hum aarahe hain ya nahi.

On the other end, a silence fell. Abhijeet sensed the gravity of the moment, and panic began to seep in.

Abhi: Daya, tu theek hain?

As the question lingered in the air, the world around him seemed to fade, leaving only the muted sounds of clinking plates and soft murmurs.

Daya: (calm) Haan boss.

The response, steady yet distant, did little to soothe Abhijeet's growing worry. He took a deep sigh, a thin curtain of hope unfurling in his chest, yet it was quickly followed by a heaviness that settled within.

Abhi: Kal tu jaa raha hain na to dinner ka plan on rakhe ya cancel karde?

Daya: (slowly) Kal jaa raha hu main yaha se...

Abhi:(slowly) Haa

It was in this moment that silence enveloped them again. Abhijeet clenched the phone tightly, his heart racing as sorrow bubbled within him. All the laughter and joy in the house backside of him felt worlds away. Daya slide a t-shirt on himself placing the phone back on his ear.

Daya: Dinner karne chalte hain (after a small pause) phir kab mauka mile kya pata.

Abhijeet nodded absently, though Daya couldn't see him. He simply hummed a weak affirmation, the call disconnecting in a haze of emotions. As he looked back at the house, his friends were oblivious to his turmoil, busy packing gifts for a celebration that felt bittersweet.

Meanwhile, Daya stood by the window of his apartment watching the rain cascade down the glass. The raindrops tapped rhythmically, a melancholic echo of the thoughts swirling in his mind. His fingers absentmindedly toyed with the pair of earrings, a reminder of cherished moments, and as he peered outside, he whispered to himself, the weight of uncertainty heavy in the air.

Daya: Kya khel khelne wali hain kismat iss baar?

The rain continued to pour, mirroring the emotions within him, and while time pressed on, both men braced themselves for the inevitability of change, holding onto the fleeting moments that still shimmered like the raindrops against the dimming light of day.

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A Special Farewell to This OS and a Sneak Peek into What's Next

As I conclude this one-shot story, I can't help but reflect on the thrilling journey it has been. What you've just experienced is merely a taste of the rollercoaster that is about to unfold in the KKK saga-filled with unexpected twists, suspenseful drama, and heart-wrenching tragedies.

Today marks a significant milestone: it has been ten years since Dareya made his dramatic exit from Shreya's engagement party, a moment that will forever resonate in the hearts of fans. This milestone adds a special layer of sentiment to my writing, compelling me to share this OS at such a poignant time.

To my cherished Dareya readers, this tribute is for you. Your unwavering support, insightful comments, and heartfelt messages have truly inspired me throughout this journey. Your encouragement means the world to me, and I want you to know how deeply I appreciate it.

As we prepare to dive back into the intricacies of KKK, I invite you to join me once more on this captivating adventure. Stay tuned for more enthralling chapters ahead! (Completely based on reviews and votes received)

With love and gratitude, ⭐️