Shreya is Dead.
Daya is heartbroken after shreya is dead and blame the god for being unfair, however he travel back in time with the help of walkman playlist of songs which shreya gifted him long back.
He transported to day when shreya joined CID as...
The fluorescent lights of the Mumbai Police headquarters buzzed, casting harsh shadows across the cluttered desks. Daya, his brow furrowed in confusion, clenched the walkman in his hand stared out the window, his thoughts a jumbled mess. As the air hung thick with the scent of old paper and stale coffee, a familiar aroma that transported Daya back to 2012.
He felt a strange tug at his heart, a shiver down his spine. His mind was a whirlpool of confusion, a jumbled mess of memories and a present that felt strangely unreal. He was back, back to the day Shreya had joined the team, a day he'd practically buried in the depths of his mind.
The familiar scent of old paper and stale coffee filled his senses, grounding him in this reality, a reality that felt so real for it to be a dream.
Daya:(thinking )2012... main toh 2020 mein Mandir mein tha, phir yaha kya chal raha hain?
He muttered to himself, his brow furrowed in deep thought. His fingers instinctively reached for the walkman clutched in his hand, the familiar tune of Shreya's favourite song playing softly at the temple but now he dosent remember it, a jarring reminder of his predicament.
Daya:(thought to himself) kaunsa gaana tha?
Daya was lost in his inner turmoil, pacing around the office specially near Shreyas desk like a caged tiger. The team watched him with a mix of concern and bewilderment. Abhi, his face creased in confusion, finally spoke up, his voice laced with a hint of suspicion.
Daya, oblivious to the questioning stares, was busy hovering around Shreya, his eyes flitting from her face to the files she was meticulously sorting through. Shreya, still flushed from the day's work, was wrapping things up, picking up a file from Sachin.
Sachin: Shreya ye file...
Sachin words trailing off as Daya snatched the file from his hand surprising everyone left is gasp while Daya, his voice high-pitched and a tad frantic, interrupted him.
Daya:Main kar deta hu na... wo...( He glanced at Abhi, a forced smile plastered on his face)Hum ek family hain na, hume sab ko kaam saath saath karna chaiye, right?
He tried to appear casual, patting the file in his hand, but his eyes were fixed on Abhi who was now walking towards him, a file in his hand. Daya's hand tightened around the file, his fingers gripping it white-knuckled. He had to stop this from happening. He had to change the course of events. Abhi, his grin a touch too wide, looked at Shreya.
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Abhi : Thanks alot Shreya, tum paper work smartly handle karti ho, warna ye file aaj complete hone se rahi. (his eyes met Daya's, a knowing twinkle in them)Sachin iss file ko review kar raha tha.
Daya bit his lip, his entire body tense. Shreya, oblivious to the undercurrents of tension, gave a hesitant smile to Abhi, her gaze flitting from him to Daya and then to Sachin. The three of them exchanged a look, a silent communication that spoke volumes.
