Maddam Sir one shots

Bitter ends of sweet journeys

"Congratulations Maddam Sir"

"For what Karishma Singh"

"You won the competition"

"It was a tie"

"Was it",

She stares straight into her eyes, the blank gaze as if she's just looking past them...as if she's doesn't even want to look at her..

"These people here...this so called family of mpt..your family... supported you from the start...I lost the moment everyone here took your side...", Her tone is mocking but laced with sadness in words as if she was just expecting all of this, all of the drama, "it was a matter of time before the outside people shifted their alliance towards you and your policy of jajbat...though I never really cared about them"

When her own family lied to her..kept secrets..went behind her back...didn't want her to win then who was she to even expect anything from outsiders...

"It's not like that Karishma Singh, they supported you too"

empty words with empty meanings, she was getting tired of such things...empty promises everywhere...

"Is 'Maddam sir what will happen if Karishma ji wins..you have to do things her way' or your 'before this happens I will resign' or 'I am always with you Maddam sir' supporting me", she mimics, gaze shifting towards Pushpa ji and then back to Miss Malik, "or 'we will not tell Karishma Singh anything' means supporting me, right cheetah Chaturvedi, Santosh Sharma"

The more loyal a person is the more are the chances of getting betrayed, the more you trust the harder the fall is...
So foolish of her to trust such people who were nothing but the part of outside world who only knew how to take and take and for whom showing vulnerable side meant an opportunity to exploit, a heart to break, a person to destroy...

A bleeding wound in shark filled water...ready to be pounced upon...tear apart..tortured and killed...

"Karishma Maddam what are you--"

"Did I tell you to speak, Santosh Sharma"

"Karishma Singh"

"Maddam Sir", she speaks in a sweet slow voice but mocking nonetheless, "the great queen of emotions, our Maddam Sir", a low laugh bubbles out from her throat, threatening almost maniacal, "more like queen of lies and deceit with her sugary dialogues and a hundred year old tajurba to back her up everytime situations went out of hand"

" What did you say to pushpa ji, 'i will resign before I have to go with Karishma Singh's ideology'", she smirks before pressing her lips into thin line, " you forced me to become like you..to walk on your shitty ideology, to be a second Haseena Malik, to forget who Karishma Singh is"

"What a pathetic egoistic person you are Miss Malik"

"Do not forget you're talking to your senior here, karishma Singh"

"Senior?...he hehehe!!!", a chorus of loud laughter explodes and echoes, bouncing back from the halls of thana shocking everyone, she must be going mad..oh but who cares...

"What's so laughable, Karishma ji", Pushpa ji speaks, annoyed

"Oh but it is", she speaks between giggles only stopping to catch her breath, "so laughable"

The giggles slow down to chuckles and finally die down...and she smiles that's way too wide to be genuine..that dangerous light in her eyes when she's about to drop a bomb..no one dares to speak..no one is brave enough...such scared people.

She wanted the respect but oh the fear works well too..

"Do you see me in uniform right now, miss Malik", she trots closer to the SHO, stopping a meter away, "or perhaps Santosh Sharma here forgot to give the copy of official notice I have, again"

Karishma waves the letter with a gleeful expression as if it holds the secret of kuber's treasure.

"What's this?", Haseena asks, befuddled..

"Would you mind reading it aloud, miss Malik", she leers with excitement, the smile though never reaches her eyes..but that pain and rage in her heart wants to come out in the form of insults..then so it be..they deserved it anyway...
Whatever insults and badmouthing she has gone through these past two years...this charade seems to be nothing before it...

Silence starts haunting the mpt team as their leader reads the notice, her expression changing from confused to horrified so fastly it seemed to be in competition with a chameleon changing colors.
Eyes widened in shock Haseena stares at Karishma, while the latter only grins broader...

"What does it say Maddam Sir?", Pushpa ji asks, agitated...

Oh so she's worried about Maddam Sir, so sweet but wasn't she annoyed a moment before...tch tch

"Transfer"

"What? But why are you getting transferred and to where"

Santosh Sharma, wasn't I your idol...

"Not me, Karishma Singh is getting a transfer to Delhi and.."

"And... Miss Malik"

"And a promotion to the post of SHO", Haseena finishes.

"See Miss Malik", karishma sneers, "you're not my senior anymore therefore you telling me to shut up even if it's so sugary politely is out of question now"

"Back to the point now..I was congratula--"

"But what about us, Karishma ji, what about lalla"

"I have talked to him Pushpa ji and he's very happy on my success", she stresses on the last word.. they should know she succeeded on her own, " and where is this us coming from?"

"Maddam sir, me, Santu, cheetah, billa, you, aren't we a family...", Pushpa ji pleads...it would've been really regretful if she wasn't the one who left her own daughter-in-law in first place...

"Family does not insult you, it does not call you names, no family member says that you're stone-hearted and then leaves you alone in the middle of the sea to fight the battle all alone", Karishma all but shouts, "family does not say that they never needed you", she glares at the SHO standing infront of her.

This woman, whose talks of jajbaat and principles were as hollow as an actor's laugh, who spoke of relations as gossamer threads that needed to be taken care very meticulously, such big words with even more complex meanings...
Was it so easy to break the fragile gossamer threads, Maddam Sir..

Lies, all of them...

Haseena closes her eyes..perhaps it's guilt or maybe it was too much for her to understand at the moment... Karishma didn't know and in all honesty she didn't care anymore....

"Once again congratulations Miss Malik for winning, ab se ye thana sirf apka--", "Karishma Singh pl--"

"I have not yet finished speaking"
Haseena Malik stops mid-sentence, the stillness creeping back in the air.

" I came here to bid goodbye and express my gratitude to everyone for teaching me things..good or bad...never mind it turned into petty parody", it was needed before I left, " I will not be coming back permanently ever...only occasionally and that only to check on pushpa ji and when she will retire, I'll take her with me and the visits will be stopped for good and all, meanwhile for the last time I trust all of you will take care of her, kindly take it as a request"

"Karishma Singh, please reconsider, this police station needs you, all of us, I  need you"

" No, Maddam Sir, no one needs me certainly not you"

"Karishma--"

"Nothing more, I'm rather tired and there's a flight to catch"

"Goodbye"

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Author's Note

With whatever is happening in the show no wonder it may go off air soon...
This was my response to the show, the way they're destroying Karishma Singh's character is getting out of hand and quite strictly unacceptable...and I do not care who gets offended..

Comments will be appreciated..

Peace out....