(Episode 244) This Story Is a spin-off from the track where News of the doctored tape went viral Claiming Haseena has Karishma's remote Control. And she helped Karishma Solve all the cases.
'Breaking news!'
The reporter on the TV can be heard saying, "Police department mein chal rahi mili bhagat ka pardafash hua! Ek police wali ne dusri police wali ki kamzori pe dala parda. Naami officer is scam mein shamil, dekhiye sabut aur khud kijiye faisla sach aur jhoot ka."
The reporter played an audio clip where Haseena's voice was heard clearly as if she is giving a statement directly to the reporter: "Bahut se aise cases hain jo indirectly ya directly hamari madat se solve hua hai, warna shayad nahi ho pate. Bike case mein, agar humne Santosh ke through CCTV wale chor ke information Karishma Singh tak nahi pahuchai hoti, toh shayad ye case solve hi nahi hota. Kyun ki vo toh almost phas gai thi. Hum shukargujar hain ki hum unhe is mushkil se nikal paye."
The audio clip shook everyone. They have no idea why and how this is happening to them. They were happy when Haseena told them how Karishma and she were now friends and how they wanted to be there for each other. But this cruel game of destiny is shocking.
Both the women in question have only one word in their minds.
"For one, 'Who,' while for another, 'Why.'"
The reporter continued, "Mahila Thane ki SHO, Haseena Malik ke iss bayan ke baad ab sachai kisi se chupi nahi hai. Ki ab tak Karishma Singh ne jo kuch bhi kiya hai, woh Haseena Malik ke kehne par kiya gaya hai. Karishma Singh bas ek machine hai aur uska remote control Haseena Malik ke haathon mein. Karishma Singh mein case ko solve karne ki na toh sujh booj hai, na hi kabiliyat. Ab aap hi sochiye, aisi police officer yadi kisi thane ko chalati hain, toh kya kanoon vayvastha hogi hamare shehar ki, aur kitna surakshit rahega hamara samaj."
Haseena shouted at Bulbul Pandey to turn the television off. "Band kariye isse."
"Karishma Singh hum..." Haseena walked up to Karishma Singh to present her side. However, the broken Karishma was not ready to hear anything. Not now, not ever from the person who pretended to be her well-wisher and plunged the knife into her back.
"Bus Madam Sir, aapka bahut bahut dhanyawad humein phir se dosti mein dhoka dene ke liye. Aaj ka din hum kabhi nahi bhulenge. Subha tak hum aaj ka din yaad rakhna chahate the kyun ki humne aap se, aapne margdarshak se dosti ki thi. Kahe the na hum aapko ki aapka darja kya hai hamari jindagi mein, hum aapko kabhi samjha nahi payenge. Na matlab hum hi topa hain jo bhul gaye the ki dosti toh hamara naseeb mein hi nahi hai. Hum hi churan hai jo aapko itna maan bethe. Dhanyawad hamara bharam thodne ke liye, Madam Sir. Chalte hain." Karishma spoke before walking out of the door in a rage, being broken, stripped of all the respect she had earned with her hard work.
"Karishma Singh hamari baat..." Haseena called out.
"Karishma Madam..." Santu and Cheeta tried to stop her as well, while Pushpa ji was shocked, standing in her spot.
Sitting on the bike, Karishma rode away, not hearing anyone who was calling behind her, requesting her to stop. While riding at full speed, Karishma remembered the old days with her Madam Sir. Days when they were happy, when they were family, when she was her Madam Sir when she was her... her god. Yes, irrespective of all the ideological differences between them, she had worshipped her. No matter what route they took, they always had the same destination, and she loved her for her calm, respectful, and dignified way of cutting down not the criminals but the crime rate. It was because of her that they have their MPT still open. She had started worshipping her, occasionally challenging her with her words or rather her hot mind, but never heard anything back from her.
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