TALES OF THE HEART

AMMI DID HER JOB🔥

Haseena dialed her number but she wasn't picking up the call. She tried to call her many times but she didn't answer. She was pacing here n there worriedly and asked Santosh to trace her location while everyone else were also worried for her. She was furious on her for being so irresponsible are careless.

"madam unka location to yaha paas mein hi bata raha hai... shyad vo thana aa rahi hain.." SS told her and they all took a sigh of relief.

A few minutes later, Karishma arrived and Haseena was ready to welcome her with crossed hands. She was about to shout on her but stopped as she saw her condition. She had few bruises, had a deep cut on her arm and was walking lamely. Her clothes covered with dirt as if she had a fight. Haseena immediately ran towards her to support her....

"Karishma... ye...ye sab..."

"Santu jaldi se first aid leke aao..." Pushpa ji ordered Santosh worriedly and she immediately brought the first aid box.

Haseena made her sit on the chair comfortably and gave her a glass of water which she drank without saying anything. Pushpa Singh started doing her first aid.

"kahan thi aap?? itni gair zimmedar kaise ho sakti hain aap!!!!! agar phone uthana hi nahi hota hai to rakhti kyun hain!!!!!" Haseena roared in outrage.

"madam ye sab kaise hua??" Cheetah asked out of concern.

"hum..." She tried to speak but Pushpa ji interuppted.

"lagwa li na chot... dikha rahi hongi kisi ko apna bhaukal... pata nahi kya samjhti hain khud ko... kisi ki fikr hi nahi hai..." She scolded her dabbing Dettol on her wound but she only hissed in pain.

"Pushpa ji hume laiye..." Haseena said taking the cotton from her hand and dabbed on her wound. She hissed in pain, closed her eyes and held Haseena's hand tightly.

"boht dard ho raha hai..??." She asked in a painful voice looking into her eyes and she nodded.
Haseena couldn't bear her pain and tears rolled down from her eyes. She was cleaning her wound, blowing air to ease her pain and did her dressing.

"ye sab kaise hua... bataiye!!!!" Her pain and concern turned into anger.

"maddam sir vo hum..."

"Aapko samjh nahi aata hai ki ye maar peet se kaam nahi banta hai...kyun karti hain aap ye sab...kitne calls kiye humne lekin aap...aap kyun uthayengi bhala aakhir hum hain hi kaun...apni fikr nahi hai to ek baar hamare baare mein hi soch leti...agar aapko kuch...kuch ho jaata to hum......" she thundered.

"maddam sir ...shhh..."

"Kya Karishma Singh!!!!! haalat dekhi hai apni aapne!! na jaane itna gussa kahan se laati hain aap...aur koi bahana dene ki koshish bhi mat kijiyega..." Haseena roared.

Her team was seeing this side of Haseena for the first time. She never used to lost her cool and never shouts at anyone. But her immense love and fear of losing her Karishma had made her lost her temper.

"matt suniye hamara baat... hamko batana hi nahi hai ab... hum ghar jaa rahe hain..." Karishma said irritated, got up with much difficulty and turned to leave.

But Haseena just pulled her and hugged her as tightly as possible, letting out all her anger and care. Calming down a little after some time, she comes out of the hug, cupped her face, and kissed her forehead.

"Karishma, please maaf kar dijiye. Hum...hum boht darr gaye thy aur aap aise...phone bhi nahi utha rahi thi...aur itni chot... abhi humne toh hug aur kissie bhi kar diya na... ab aap naraaz nahi hongi na... aur please bataiye kaise hua ye sab... aap samjh rahi hain na hum..hum aapko takleef mein nahi dekh paa rahe hain..." Haseena said with moist eyes, holding her through her waist with one hand and cupping her face with the other while Karishma had totally left herself and was standing with the support of her.