By Your Side

I See Red

The day at the station passed normally atleast for Karishma. PhuspaJi,
and Santosh tried talking to her but Karishma ignored everyone. She was focused on her duty more. Which gave her peace.

Samairaa and Karishma come at home and go in their respective rooms to change.

Samairaa locks her room and removes another phone in the drawer and she calls someone. The receiver picks up the call in few rings.

SV- Kaam ho gaya hai, ab tumhe karna hai jo karna hai.

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SV- Okay Done. Parso Subah Tak mere ko news chahiye. And also inform him about our next step. Woh aadmi bharose ke layak nai hai. Jitna jaldi ho sake utna jaldi kaam karate hai, thik hai?

.......

SV- Okay then, bye.

.......

SV again calls someone.

SV- Rahul, funds arrange kal. Tomorrow is the day.

Rahul- Itni jaldi?

SV- Haan MPT wale case ke peeche Lage hue hai.

Rahul- Thik hai. Mai tere ko do ghante mai call karta hun.

SV- Sun, yeh sab tere naam se jaane chahiye, naa mai, aur naa hi company. Issey humare saare investors ki Nazar kai bhi ek goodwill ban jaayegi.

Rahul- Par company ke naam se karna sahi rahega naa?

SV- Arrey toh kar toh pehle. Dekhna chit bhi apni patt bhi apni. Okay bye.

SV cuts the call and smirks.
She lies at the bed.

SV-(sings)- Gumnaam hai koi, badnaam hai koi.... Kisko khabar kon hai woh.....

Samairaa lies on her bed and laughs evily.

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KS dials Santosh's number.

KS- Hello Santu. Tumne Rakesh ki phone history check ki?

SS- Maddam, Rakesh ne jitne bhi logon ke saath scam Kiya tha unn sab ke details mil Gaye hai. Aur saath hi saath call history Mai last call uski beti ka tha. Aur Issey pehle bhi Aisa koi call nai jo suspicious ho. Sab normal hi the.

KS- Uski beti thi Jo Issey uss din lekar gayi thi parking par. Uski recording suni?

SS- Haan, usne bas apne dad ko location bejha aur woh aa gayi. Kaafi trust tha dono ke beech.

KS- Bharose aksar tode hi jaate hai Santosh Sharma, yeh baat normal hai humare liye ab. Ek kaam Karo, Rakesh ki beti ka background nikalo, hume Issey kuch pta chal jayega.

SS- Mai aapko thodi der mai call karti hun.

KS- Ek kaam Karo, pehle thoda aaram Karo, phir kaam karna. Jai Hind.

Karishma cuts the call and throws the phone on the bed and goes out.

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The moon cast a spooky glow on the empty road, surrounded by bare trees. The air was still, and strange sounds filled the quiet night. Suddenly, a terrified scream pierced the silence, followed by hurried footsteps and a struggle. A child had vanished, leaving a chilling feeling that something terrible had unfolded on that desolate road.

As they walked down the lonely road, the beam of their flashlight caught a heartbreaking sight—a lifeless child's body lay still on the cold ground. The pale moonlight revealed a scene of tragedy, with the surroundings seemingly holding onto the grim secret. The air turned heavy, and a mix of shock and sorrow filled the night, forever altering the desolate road's haunting atmosphere.

Overwhelmed with grief, the person fell to their knees beside the lifeless child and let out a heart-wrenching cry. The echoes of their sorrow mingled with the chilling night air, as the stark reality of loss unfolded on the desolate road. The moonlight bore witness to the anguished scene, casting a sorrowful glow on the devastated figure and the tragic aftermath of an unimaginable event.

Frantically, the person dialed the emergency number, their trembling voice recounting the grim discovery on the barren road. Sirens wailed in the distance as the police rushed to the scene. Meanwhile, the news flashed on television screens, sharing the heartbreaking incident with the world. The once-silent road became a focal point of tragedy, with the glow of police lights and the flickering television adding to the surreal and somber atmosphere of the night.

Amidst the unfolding tragedy, an unknown woman in a dark hoodie stood silently, hidden in the shadows. Her face concealed, she observed the heartbreaking events with an unsettling calmness, almost as if she reveled in the surrealism of the night. The flickering police lights revealed a mysterious smile on her lips, contrasting starkly with the somber atmosphere. As the world around her grappled with grief, she remained an enigmatic figure, adding an eerie layer to the haunting scenes on the desolate road.

Her phone pierced the silence with an abrupt ring, causing the mysterious woman's smile to vanish. The glow from the screen illuminated a shift in her demeanor as a sense of urgency replaced the eerie calm. The once-silent observer was now drawn into the unfolding events, leaving behind the enigmatic stillness that had characterized her presence on the desolate road.

'Kya hai?'

'Yeh tune Kiya?'

'Aur kissey expect kar sakte ho? Maine kaha tha naa, ek din sabki baari aayegi. Jo jaise rulata hai, woh waise rota bhi hai. Tum Bulbul Pandey ko Inform Karo, yeh bolo uska kaam ho gaya hai.'

A wave of haunting memories flooded her mind, and tears threatened to escape, but with steely resolve, she held them back. As she glanced at her bloodied hands, a mixture of pain and satisfaction crossed her face. The echoes of a torturous past lingered, but her silent tears were a testament to the strength she found within.

'Tumhe sehna tha bache, kya hai naa aksar baap ki galti ko bete ko hi sehna padhta hai. Bhale hi koi bhi galti ho.
Karm hona toh nishchit hai.'

With a determined gaze, she left the scene, leaving behind the shadows of her history, embracing a newfound strength forged in the crucible of revenge. In the wake of vengeance, the woman strode with unwavering power, every step echoing a declaration of strength. The night itself seemed to bow to her purpose, shadows retreating as she moved forward.
Fierce determination burned in her eyes, a flame fueled by the trials of her past. With each powerful stride, the desolate road bore witness to a force of nature, leaving an imprint of resilience that spoke louder than any words. Her exit was not just a departure; it was a testament to the unstoppable might of a woman who had risen from the ashes, leaving behind a legacy of empowerment.

'Chillao bhar bhar ke matam banao, kyuki Aaj yeh mere kaan mai ek madhur gaane ki tarah hai, jaise ek baar mere dard, meri takleefe, mera chillana tumhare liye ek dhun thi.'