AS was in his cabin… watching the live telecast of the ‘Saas-Bahu’ case… He was smiling like a love sick teenager looking at his HM… “Kitni pyaari lag rahi hai…” he said in a trance. “Kaun Sir??” constable asked breaking his reverie… AS was startled… “Hum… Humari behen… SI Karishma Singh…” he tried to cover up… “Waise Shreeman aap yaha kya kar rahe hai??” “Sir ye file dene aaye the…” “Toh file ko yaha table par rakhiye aur prasthan kijiye…” AS said with a smile… What was he doing… that too during work hours?? Thought of HM was always on his mind… Now it didn’t irritate him, but made him happy… He was worried when HM had challenged to solve the age-old issues between the ‘Saas’ and ‘Bahus’. He was extremely impressed and happy the way she had handled it…
MPT was sad… Billu had gotten himself into trouble… His script was stolen and he was arrested by Bulbul Pandey under false charges… Surprisingly, Santu had suggested a plan… PS had convinced HM and KS to go with the plan and hence both of them had undergone a make-over. The lionesses of MPT were looking no less than Beauty Queens… They had observed each other to the extent that they were selected to portray one another… First part of the plan completed… Both were still at the director’s office when HM’s phone rang, “Hello…” “……” “Ohhh…. Hum toh bhul hi gaye… I am so sorry… Hum bas pohchte hai…” she said while ending the call. “KS aap thane pohchiye… hum bas thodi der mei aate hai…” she said and rushed off.
AS saw HM get out of the autorickshaw… He was spellbound… It was not the first time he had seen her dressed in civil dress, but today she looked extremely beautiful… “Are Haseena ji aap…” “Aap… a… Jai Hind sir” “Jai Hind… Aap kafi alag lag rahi hai…” HM turned conscious… “Humara matlab achi lag rahi…” AS completed… “Oh… Thank you… Darasal hu…. huh…” Her heel broke… she was about to fall… She was prepared for the impact but two strong arms held her… AS was lost in her eyes, so was she… Oh boy he had missed her… He didn’t want the moment to end, but HM broke the eye contact and tried to stand straight… He was still holding her by her arms… “Hum… hum… hum thik hai… Hum thik hai… Thank you…” She said… AS reluctantly let go of her and smiled… “Aap kuch keh rahi thi…” AS asked… Before HM could reply, they heard a voice… “Haseena… Hum kab se aapka wait kar rahe hai… Are waah… Aap toh bohot khubsoorat lag rahi hai…” Z said… AS was angry… He was trying to strike a conversation with his HM, but this guy had to spoil everything… BTW what was he doing here…? How dare he compliment his HM?? “Hello Anubhav ji… aa… Aapko koi aitraaz toh nahi hai na agar hum aapko Anubhav ji kahe??” Z asked… “Hume kya aitraaz ho sakta hai… Waise shreeman aap yaha kaise??” AS finally responded… “Woh aaj humari lunch date hai…” Z said putting an arm around HM’s shoulder… AS had already emptied his gun inside Z… wait… in his thoughts…
“Kuch bhi…” HM said slapping Z’s arm off. “Hum mazak kar rahe hai Sir… Aaj hum yaha kuch kaam se aaye the… toh socha Haseena ke saath lunch kiya jaye…” Z said laughing… AS wanted to roll his eyes… Z’s little joke had given him a minor heart attack… “Aap hume join kyu nahi karte… Kyu Haseena??” Z offered… “Haan Sir… Please…” HM said… But AS was in no mood to watch them together… “Ji dhanywad, parantu hum pehle hi bhojan kar chuke hai…” AS said disinterestedly, which was noticed by HM… “Koi baat nahi… Next time…” Z said with a smile… “Chalte hai sir… Jai Hind…” “Jai Hind” HM tried to walk, her broken heal forgotten… She lost her balance again… AS again caught her in his arms… “Aa… woh heel…” HM said standing straight… “Haseena ek min…” Z bent down and put her hand on his shoulder… He broke the other heel as well… “Wow… Thank you Zubair…” HM said… “Aapke problems ka solution humare pas nahi hoga toh kiske pas hoga… Akhir dost hai aapke” Z said flirtatiously… As’s blood was boiling… But he decided to leave… HM and Z also started walking towards the restaurant… AS turned to have one more look at his HM before leaving… But she was busy talking to Z, AS was disheartened and looked ahead… Unknown to him, HM had also turned to have one more look…
The case was solved and Billu was back at the MPT… He was sleeping in his Billu Niwas and snoring at the highest octave… “Mhmm… eh bellota wahi Pandey sir ke thane mei thik tha… KM kahe chudva ke layi aap isse…” CC said irritatedly… “Hum toh kahe the isse wahi rehne do… do chaar laat ghusa padega toh sudhaar aayega… lekin MS ka dil mei iske liye pyaar ka ubal aa raha tha na…” KS was irritated too… “Ae bille… utho… yeh koi time hai sone ka??” She said hitting her stick on the metal rods… “Kya KM… Udhar mai so nahi paya… nayi jagah thi na… sone do na…” “Billuu…” PS said sternly… “Pushpa Ji… mmm…” “Hmm…” PS warned him again… “Hello everyone…” Z walked in… “Are Zubair ji aap yaha kaise??” PS asked… Everyone at MPT knew him as he had come to drop HM the other day after lunch… “Hum Haseena se milne aaye the… Kaha hai who??” “MS toh apne cabin mei hai…” SS replied… “Thik hai hum wahi jate hai…” Z left… KS gave an angry look to SS… “Sorry…” SS said timidly… Few minutes later HM and Z came out, “Hume kuch zaruri kaam se baher jana hai… kuch der mei aate hai… Tabhi taka ap thana sambhaliye…” HM said to KS… KS nodded… “MS ko ka ho gaya hai… Duty ke time toh aise kabhi kahi nahi jati…” KS thought.
“Jai Hind Sir” All saluted AS when he came in… “Jai Hind” he smiled… “Toh aap laut aaye shreeman…??” AS said directing towards Billu… “Ji sir…” Billu replied. “Haseena ji kaha hai??” AS asked… “MS na Zubair ji ke saath baher gayi hai…” SS replied innocently… AS’s face fell… He so wanted to meet her… “Acha…” he said sadly… He was lost in his thoughts when CC came and stood on his left side and said, “Sir… ekhto baat kahe…?? Personal level par…” PS got interested, so she came and stood on AS’s right side… AS nodded, “Eh jo Jubair hai na humko kuch thik nahi lagta…” “Kyu Cheete?” PS asked… “MS ke piche ghumta rehta hai… Ya toh thane aata hai ya MS ko kahi milne bulata hai…” “Haan sir…” PS said… “Waise itna bura bhi nahi hai…” SS said… All three gave her angry looks… “Mera matlab hai ke… Bura insaan nahi hai lekin MS ke saath uski jodi achi nahi lagti…” SS added… “Haan sir… hume bhi yahi lagta hai…” CC said… “Hume toh aapki aur MS ki jodi achi lagti hai…” PS added... AS felt happy listening to PS… “Hum bata rahe hai sir… Jubair bohot hi shatir aadmi hai… Hume to lagta hai phat se MS ko pata lega…” AS looked at CC with anger… “Sorry… Vary vary sorry…” CC said stepping back… “Cheete chup… Kuch kijiye sir… Kisi bhi tarah un dono ko baar baar milne se rokiye” PS said… KS was listening to the discussion going on in the huddle with AS in the middle and others surrounding him… “Lekin hum kaise rok sakte hai…?? Unka niji mamla hai…” AS said defeatedly… All this while his head oscillating between the three musketeers…
“Amma bhak… Topa aadmi kahi ke…” KS shouted… She had been listening to the conversation while pretending to be engrossed in work… She was irritated at her brother for giving up so easily… How could he not understand that he was HM’s senior and HM was used to following orders…? He just had to give some orders and HM would abide by them… She wanted to help him out but she remembered she was angry on him… An idea struck her…
Due to her shouting everyone was shocked and looked at her… KS was scolding someone on the phone or say pretending to do so… “Tum nahi rokoge usse toh kaun rokega…??” she said loudly… “Unki taraf dhyan mat dijiye Sir… unka toh yahi sab chalta rehta hai…” PS said… “Sir aap hi kucho kar sakte hai…” CC pleaded… “Kuch sochiye sir…” PS added… “Lekin…” AS couldn’t complete as KS again said loudly… “Kya churangiri macha ke rakhi hai be… Usko kaam do… toh woh vyasth rahega… fir kaise kidhar jayega…??” “Mhmm… Sir hum kya keh rahe the…” PS tried to continue… “Amma uska extra duty laga do… kaam ka bahana banakar uske saath raho…” KS said again... This time AS had picked the hint… He wanted to just engulf his sister in a bear hug… She was angry with him but still trying to help out… “Hume kya karna hai hum samajh gaye… Chalte hai…” AS said with a determinant smile… “Jai Hind Sir” all echoed together… “Jai Hind…” with that AS left and everyone returned to their desks except PS…
“Aap janbujhkar phone pe joro se baat kar rahi thi na?? Aap DSP sir ki madat karna chahti thi na??” She asked KS… “Hum… Hum kahe aisa kuch karenge…? Woh toh… Woh humara ek dost hai… uska naukar roz sharab pita hai… toh woh humko puch raha tha usko kaise sudhaare… Hum bas wahi bata rahe the usse…” KS said avoiding eye contact… PS was looking at her lovingly… “Kya aap bhi Pushpa ji… aapko file lane ko bole the store room se… Lagta hai hum hi ko lana padega…” KS escaped… “Aap chahe kitni bhi koshish kar lijiye… lekin saaf dikhta hai… aap bhi chahti hai MS aur Anubhav sir ek ho jaye…” PS thought… She was happy that things were getting back to normal… and silently prayed for AS to succeed in winning back his love…
