Heavy rain changes the whole atmosphere into something different but cozy inside the police station.
The roadside was muddy and damp after the heavy rain from the evening. Light raindrops continue dripping lazily, here and there, seems no sign of stopping for long hours.
Pushpa shrugged her shoulders cause of the cold wind flow but her romantic young heart still loves evening rain with the wet cold breeze.
She was standing at the main entrance listening to the sound of raindrops making on the rooftop while lost in the dark street suffering from the old street lamp that dims from time to time.
Pushpa was standing there for quite a
time now. There were not many things to do tonight and the rain holds every bit of the attention limited to it only.
It is cheetha, who should report the duty. but Pushpa Ji sends him home and takes responsibility for the night duty when she heard Haseena informing ammi that she is going to stay at the office for the night.
Pushpa pours the coffee into madam sirs mug And lagged at the door with the mug in a tray holding in her hands.
Haseena was busy with a few left open files and she was in a hurry. Pushpa took a long breath and kept the world-famous joy-filled smile on her lips while entering not before excusing.
Haseena permits, without wasting her time to even look up. it's then that Pushpa Ji's voice drags Haseena's attention.
" Didn't you go home? Pushpa Ji. " Haseena straighten her hurting back, cause of seating in the same position for a long time.
And she added, " I thought it's cheetha, who's gonna report the night duty."
" Poor lad was extremely exhausted. He was almost on duty for twenty-four hours continuously," Pushpa said while serving the coffee fan.
Haseena closed the file and left her pen over it. And she extended her hand for the mug and her movement stopped there only.
" Didn't you serve yourself, Pushpa Ji? "
Haseena looks at Pushpa's smiling face.
"It's exclusively for you, madam sir."
Haseena passes a grateful smile to Pushpa Ji who is standing next to her.
" But this weather deserves to be cherished with the company of loved ones. Isn't it Pushpa Ji?"
She added while walking passed, Pushpa Ji.
" Nothing in life should be celebrated alone, Especially A Cup Of Coffee On A Rainy Day. "
Haseena took a fresh cup from the vanity behind Pushpa and emptied half of the coffee into it.
Pushpa accepts the cup of coffee with a nod. Haseena leaned back to the desk crossing her legs leisurely and facing her window side.
They were sipping silently and both have a lot going on their heads. The rain suddenly increased its pace, making it looks like fog on the outside.
" madam sir...! " Pushpa was the first to break the silence.
Haseena walked toward her street view window, standing straight binding hands on her back.
" I wanna say apology on behalf of Karishma, madam sir. I know you get hurt by her words."
Pushpa said standing behind Haseena.
" It s just the wrong time and situation madam sir. As always, the horse will be back on track soon." Pushpa said with concern.
" Hmmm.... I'm afraid Pushpa Ji. that if it is too late to come back on track."
Haseena sighed remembering Karishma's words.
" I Will Defeat You In Any Condition, Madam Sir. And That's My Promise. Whole Lucknow city Knows, How I Keep My Words."
Haseena secretly wiped a fallen tear without her permission.
" Forgive her, madam sir. She has no idea how much she loves you and respects you. " after a pause.
" My angry bird doesn't know, How much she needs you to exist in her life?" there was a silent sobbing at the end.
Haseena turns to Pushpa, lovingly holding her shoulders.
"It never was like that Pushpa Ji. Karishma Singh never gonna understand, how much she means to me."
Haseena softly presses Pushpa's shoulders to calm her down.
" you know what makes Karishma Singh so special and unmatchable? " Haseena waits in her royal posture for Pushpa's reaction but gets nothing.
Haseena had that thousand-million-dollar smile on her lips when she said these lines.
"It's you, Pushpa Ji. who makes simple Karishma, into The Karishma Singh. Because whatever happened, you stand with her thick and thin. So It's not me who Karishma needs the most.it's you."
Pushpa nodded and wipe her rolling tears with a proud smile.
" and Promise me, that you will never leave her side alone when it is needed even in the worst of situations... Haseena said Holding confused Pushpa Ji's hand into hers.
" Why are you sound so weird, madam sir? Is there anything, I should have known?"
Pushpa tightened her grip on Haseena's hands.
" aree... Nooo. Nothing like that Pushpa Ji, It s just.. Haseena sighed.
They were just being cared for each other. Haseena feel the conversation heading up to somewhere she didn't want right now. So she thought to lighten the moment.
" And keep your daily-based fighting going, that gives her a lot of strength of tolerance," Haseena smirked at Pushpa with a child-like naughtiness in her big eyes.
" Madam sirrrr... " Pushpa stretched her words with a funny frowning face as a kid does.
" Okay, sorry Pushpa Ji." haseena said moving her head in disbelief.
At times I feel sorry for Karishma Singh. Pushpa Ji. Haseena said suppressing her smile.
Pushpa collects the empty cups, with serenity in her heart and shine in her eyes because of happiness. She spent quality time with her senior, cum-daughter after almost a week.
There was someone, secretly collecting painful but precious memories in the chamber deep down her heart, for her alone journey.
" Day after tomorrow is the day of announcing the winner," Pushpa said stopping on her way back to her desk.
,
"Everything will be perfectly fine, Pushpa Ji. don't worry."
Haseena concentrates on the file in her hands again.
And mumbled in a feeble voice to the blurred retrning figure, " MAYBE...! "
To be continued ...
