AvNeil SS: Us Against the World

CHAPTER 1

They say life is short, and it is almost impossible to see most of it in just one single go.

We are born, we die, and only if we are lucky, we can see lesser than half of what this life, this world has to offer.

But I like to think otherwise.

Agreed, I haven't seen much of life, but so far whatever I have seen, I believe it is more than enough to dwell on the hope that all's not lost, though life may put you think like it is.

I have always been a happy go lucky guy. Taken everything thrown my way with a positive stride. I have believed in bonds, friendships, also love.

But not more than few months ago, I also saw beliefs break, trust shatter, relationships die.

I saw a strong man break into shreds.

I saw a beautiful soul suffer at the hands of the evil.

And I saw the faade, the mask unveil an ugly truth of this world-

Sometimes, everything is not what it seems. Sometimes, a person we once knew to be good, could be toxic. Sometimes, trusting too much could cost too much.

And the repercussions of it all, I could see reflect in the demeanor of the man I loved to worship at work, and looked up to, as an older brother.

I am DD, and it breaks my heart to see my sir, someone who I always treated as my older brother, ACP Neil Khanna, become this walking dead, who was only breathing but not living, for his life, his wife, who also meant so much to me, still does.. Avni Bhabhi, was not around anymore.

It has been 6 months.

But it felt like 6 years.

There wasn't a single day when I didn't pray to God to bring her back to life, wake her up from the slumber she was pushed into, all because of the havoc caused by Juhi and Vidyut in the lives of sir and bhabhi.

It panged my heart to see how one tragic night convoluted the entire course of all our lives together, causing a damage that perhaps didn't have any control.

But more than anything, it broke me entirely, every single day, to come to work, and see this stone called ACP Neil Khanna, who was only physically present around us, his visage depicting a stern expression throughout the entire day that he was in the police station, but mentally- he was not even remotely close to any of us.

It was hard now. To decipher what was going inside sir's mind. It was as if, his focus was subjected only to solving cases, wherein he was devoid of any emotions, neither laughing, not flinching at the sight or sound of anything.

But I also knew that no matter how dead he looked, a part of him was still alive, in the form of a tiny ray of hope that made him visit the hospital everyday early morning at 6 a.m. just to be close to Avni bhabhi, speak to her, and tell her to wake up, because he was waiting for her.

Now and forever.

If only she could hear.

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I could never forget that day when sir had almost choked a nurse in the hospital to death when he had overheard her speak something to a ward boy that still vexes the hell out of me.

'Poor guy, visits the patient daily! He should know she is already dead. Her breaths are all due to the life support system. Take it out, and she's anyway gone! He should seriously say his goodbyes to her.''

Neil sir was uncontrollable that day, as he had lashed out of the room, his nerves throbbing as raw anger took over his entire being, and he cornered that nurse, almost strangling her with his bare hands.