MPT had won the Best Thana Competition… But there was a twist… Qayamat had recorded a video of Bulbul Pandey, in which he was confessing all his ill doings to win the competition… HM had denied the award at first, stressing on the fact that MPT didn’t need any sympathies from the senior officers… AS had suggested change in the criterion on the basis of which the winner would be selected… IG did some brain storming and on basis of new criterion declared MPT as the winner… The entire team of MPT was elated… AS was proud of them, especially of HM…
AS was in his cabin, looking at the picture of HM… “Haseena ji… Kitni baar humne aapse kehna chaha… Lekin hamesha vifal rahe… Lekin is bar nahi… Is bar zaroor kahenge…” he picked up the flowers he had bought for her, “Agar aapki mohabbat humare saath hai… toh humare raste ke phool bhi kaante ban jayenge…” he face palmed himself… What was he saying??? Why was it so difficult?? He kept practicing, but nothing felt convincing… “Jazbaat se bolenge…” he thought and bent down on his knees… “Haseena ji… Jabse humne aapko dekha hai…” he tried to formulate his words and didn’t realise HM had arrived… She stood at the door looking at him, trying to understand what exactly was happening… “Hum aapse kab se yeh kehna chah rahe the…” he continued… “Sir…” she called out startling him… The bouquet fell down and so did he… Was he trying to propose someone??? Who?? Was it for that Ice-cream girl?? Her heart ached… “Aa… Aap ghutno par kyu hai Sir??” “Woh… a… humare ghutne niche gir gaye the…” he answered… “Kya??” “Mera matlab hai… a… humara matlab hai… Pushp niche gir gaye the toh hum unhe utha rahe the… Lekin aap itni shigr yaha kaise aa gayi??” he asked standing up… She was still in the shock, “Jai Hind Sir…” “Jai Hind…” She tried to recover… “A t…t… traffic… traffic nahi tha na… Isiliye hum itni jaldi pohch gaye…” she said… “Aa… waise aapke cabin mei yeh phool kya kar rahe hai sir??” she asked… She wanted to know had he really fallen for someone else??
“Aaj hume bhi bilkul traffic nahi mila… rasta pura khali tha, raste mei hume yeh pushp dikhai diye toh humne kharid liye… Aapko pasand hai toh aap rakh lijiye…” he said and offered the flowers to her… She took a long breath, “Sir inhe humse dur kariye please…” “Kyu Haseena ji?? Aapko yeh pushp pasand nahi aaye??” he asked with a sad expression… “Nahi… nahi… pasand hai lekin…” and she sneezed… “Hume in phoolon ki allergy hai…” she said trying to hold back another sneeze… “Ohh… Kintu Haseena ji… aapko yeh pushp pasand the…” he said… She looked at him quizzically, “Aapse yeh kisne keh diya??” “Woh face…” he stopped realising what he was about to say… “Ab… Humara matlab hai ki… Hume laga ke pushp dekh kar aapke face pe smile aa jayegi…” he tried to cover up… She sneezed again… “Sorry Sir… smile toh nahi aaye lekin in phoolon se hum chheenk bohot aati hai…” she said sheepishly… “Haseena ji… Hume pata nahi tha… Waise aap kis karan hetu yaha aaiye thi??” “Hum aapko Thank you kehna chahte the… Sach kahe toh aapne jo kiya woh agar aap nahi karte toh, humare liye Best Thana Pratiyogita jeetna namumkin tha…” she said gratefully… “Humne wahi kiya jo hume sahi laga…” he said… “Fir bhi… Thank you so much…” he just smiled looking into her eyes… She was trying to control her sneeze but to no avail… she sneezed again loudly… “Hume jana chahiye… Allergy badh jayegi…” he just nodded… She saluted and left… He sighed… Every time she came in front of him, things would go wrong for him…
“Mubarak ho KM…” Billu said… “Tumko bhi bille…” KS said happily… “Madam mujhe bhi inaam ka hissa milega na… please madam please…” “Tumko kahe ka hissa be?? Pura dhan rashi jayega Thana ka budget mei…” KS said… “Maine bhi toh mehnat ki hai… Apne jaan pe khel ke is Billu The Spy ne woh video banaya hai… Nahitoh humara thana haar jata…” “Billote… jyada udne ka jarurat nahi hai… Agar hum Qayamat nahi bante toh kuch nahi hota… abhi tala lag jaata thana pe…” KS said… “Kya kya nahi kiya humne… Har kisko Daraya, dhamkaya aur FIR wapas leneko majbur kiya… Fir hum gaye us Bulbul Pandey ke thana… jaha humne usko darakar uska confession niklwaya… Uska halat dekhne layak tha…” she said laughing… Billu’s expressions had changed… He was frozen with fear visible on his face… “Ae bille… ka hua?? Tumko nahi dara rahe… kahe aise dekh rahe ho??” she asked… But Billu was still in the same position looking behind her… She turned and found HM standing behind her… Her expressions clearly suggested she had heard everything… Her ever calm eyes, had a fire ragging in them… She simply walked away… KS and Billu were scared beyond limit…
HM was broken… She was already trying to digest the fact that AS had fallen for someone other than her… KS’s truth broke her even more… She sat in her cabin trying to understand where she went wrong… Was she wrong in holding onto her philosophy of ‘Jazbaat’?? Was it so easy for people to fool her?? Or did she trust people too easily??? She thought… “MS…” PS called her… “Haan Pushpa ji…” she said trying to hide her tears… “Kya baat hai MS?? Aap thik hai na??” PS asked… “Ji… Hume kya hoga… Kahiye… kuch kaam tha??” “Woh aaj pratiyogita jeetne ki Khushi mei hum sab baher khane pe jane ka soch rahe the… Aapko bulane aaye the…” “Aap log jaiye Pushpa ji… Yaha thane mei bhi toh kisiko rukna padega… Hum aaj night duty kar lenge…” she said… She wanted to be left alone… “Lekin MS…” PS tried to persuade her… “Please Pushpa ji… Aap log jaiye…” HM said in a stern voice… PS left… She didn’t want to anger HM… KS had heard the entire conversation… She wanted to go in ask HM to join them but could not muster up courage…
HM spent the entire night at MPT thinking of ways to put an end to Qayamat’s case… Qayamat had not harmed any one… She had tried to help them in her own way but she was a criminal in the eyes of the Law… She knew if the case was left open ended someone would use the alias to commit crimes, to harm and loot people… She had to think something quickly…
