By Your Side

Power

In the dimly lit outskirts of Lucknow, under the shroud of night, a solitary figure emerged, the roar of a motorcycle's engine announcing her presence. The woman, a mysterious enigma cloaked in the obsidian folds of a black leather jacket, exuded an air of intrigue as she dismounted her bike with fluid grace. Her choice of attire, a fusion of edgy elegance, featured sleek black jeans that clung to her form and a dark blue basic t-shirt, a hint of rebelliousness beneath her enigmatic facade.

Amidst the looming shadows, a high-ranking Police Officer, donned in the authoritative uniform of an SHO, stood waiting, his silhouette a stark contrast to the woman's elusive aura. As the two figures converged in this remote rendezvous, the atmosphere crackled with unspoken tension, leaving the observer captivated by the secrets that seemed to hang heavy in the night air, ready to unravel in the hours ahead.

The Police Officer, in his SHO position, bore the unmistakable traits of a greedy man. His sharp eyes, which were quick to scan his surroundings, seemed to gleam with a lust for power and wealth. His uniform, normally a symbol of authority, appeared as if it had been meticulously maintained for appearances rather than duty.

The way he stood there, impatient and calculating, hinted at his hunger for more, always eager to seize opportunities that could potentially line his pockets with ill-gotten gains. His reputation in the precinct whispered tales of corruption and a willingness to bend the law for personal gain, reinforcing the notion that greed was the driving force behind his actions, even in the obscurity of this night meeting.

Man- Arrey Namaste Maddam, bataiye kya alaan hai?

In the deafening silence of the night, the mysterious woman, her lips sealed in a resolute line, made her intentions unmistakably clear. Without uttering a single word, she reached her bike's handle and takes a briefcase, sending it gliding through the air with an almost theatrical flourish.

The greedy Police Officer, his eyes widening with anticipation, snatched the briefcase from the air, his hesitation non-existent. In that fleeting moment, the transaction spoke volumes, echoing the unspoken agreement between them. It was a stark display of their shared complicity in the world of clandestine dealings, where money flowed like a dark river, nourishing the roots of their avarice. The night's secrets remained intact, but the bond between these two figures, sealed by the exchange, only deepened the shroud of mystery surrounding them.

Woman- Tujhe Issey jayda milega, jaisa bola Jaa Raha hai waisa kar.

Man- Aapka hukum sar aakhon mai Maddam, kahiye.

Woman- Mahila Police Thane mai yeh money laundering Wale case ko tujhe dabana hoga. Kal yeh case tere thane mai de diya jayega. Jitna ho sake utna daba, koi bhi Rakesh ko dhundh naa paaye.

Man- Ho jaayega, aap bass hume aise hi paise dete rahiye.

Woman- Pta hai, sabse sasti cheez aaj kal insaan hi hote hai, turant paiso se khareeda jaate hai.
Tu toh bas 1 crore mai Maan Gaya.

Man- Maddam, hum Ghar aayi Laxmi ko kaise mana kar sakte hai.

Woman smirks.

Woman- Yeh kaam abhi khatam nai hua hai, abhi tere hi area Mai 5 logon ka murder hoga, jissey tujhe hi handle karna hai, inke victims kon hongey tujhe pta chal jayega, aur yeh saare case ghumane mai toh tu expert hai.
Aur jitna case solve utne crore.
Par......
Itna dhyaan rakhna ki Mahila Police Thana aur khaas kar Karishma Singh yeh case Mai naa ghuse.
Warna jitna Diya hai ussey jayda woh log tujhse le lenge.
Yeh ek mauka hai MPT se badla lene ka aur saath hi saath apni jeb bhi bharne ka.

Man- Jaisa aap kahe Maddam.

Woman- Aaram se chalna ab, kaafi chadde aane Wale hai.

Man- Raasta saaf hai.

Woman smiles looking at the innocence of the greedy man who isn't aware that he has fallen in trap.

Woman- tu nai samjhega. All the best.

As the mysterious woman turned to depart, she moved with the same enigmatic grace that had marked her arrival. The distant glow of a flickering streetlamp cast elongated shadows, obscuring her path as she melted back into the night. Her black leather jacket fluttered like a phantom's cape in the cool breeze, and her footsteps were near-silent on the deserted, uneven road.

The greedy Police Officer, clutching the ill-gotten handle of the briefcase in his trembling hand, watched her vanishing figure with a sense of bewilderment. His confusion was palpable, etched across his face as he struggled to decipher the cryptic encounter. She had entered his world as abruptly as she had left, leaving behind a trail of unanswered questions and a lingering sense of disquiet in the night air. It was a moment that would haunt his thoughts, a riddle that demanded to be unraveled, but for now, the mysterious woman had eluded his grasp, leaving him to ponder the shadows she left in her wake.