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Chapter - 48

Oh wow, updating the chapter in just 9 days? Impressive consistency, right? *rolls eyes* Yeah, I know, I'm terrible at consistency. But hey, blame it on my engineer quirks, you know? 😂 Please bear with your eccentric writer here.

Okay, enough of My Baketi. Let's get on with this fresh update, shall we? Shh... no more slacking off. 🤫

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Moved by Karishma's vulnerability, Haseena leaned in closer, her lips meeting Karishma's in a slow, tender kiss. As they parted, breathless and connected, Haseena whispered against Karishma's lips, "Kuch nhi hoga, aap ye sab sochna band kijiye," pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead in reassurance.

But their intimate moment was interrupted by a sudden realization as Haseena spotted a figure standing at the main door. Hastily, she pulled away from Karishma's embrace, her heart racing as she whispered urgently, "AMMI..."

As Ammi entered the living room, her voice echoed with a mix of concern and irritation. "Haseena, woh taxi wale ke paise dena," she commanded, her bag still slung over her shoulder. "Tumhari machine ne kisi kaam ki nahi," she added, her frustration evident as she glanced at Haseena.

Haseena stood there, stunned, her heart pounding in her chest as her thoughts raced. "J-Jii Ammi," she stammered, hastily wrapping a scarf around her neck before heading out.

Observing her daughter's bewildered behavior, Ammi furrowed her brows in confusion, though she couldn't suppress a roll of her eyes in disbelief. Her attention then turned to Karishma, who was seated comfortably on the sofa.

"Arey Karishma! Tum yahaan aur ab tak wardi mein hi ho? Ghar nahi gayi?" Ammi inquired, her concern evident in her voice.

Karishma replied calmly, "Aa... Woh hum Haseena ko apne saath ghar le jaane aaye the," explaining her presence. Seeing Ammi's puzzled expression, she elaborated, "Woh akeli kahan rehegi, aur Amma ki tabiyat theek nahi, toh hum bhi nahi reh sakte yahaan. Isliye hum unhe apne saath lene aaye the!"

Understanding dawned on Ammi's face. "Oh achha! Iske liye hi toh hum bhi jaldi aaye... Kaise rahegi akeli, aur ghar kaise sambhalegi? Dhyan hi nahi rehta iska ghar pe," she responded, her tone laced with irritation.

Haseena, now joining the conversation, interjected, "Kya Ammi, aap bhi thoda toh bharosa rakhiye hum par."

"Han haan, pata hume ghar ki kya halat banai hogi tumne! Hum nahi honge toh kya hoga humare ghar ka," Ammi retorted, her frustration evident as she handed her mobile phone over to Haseena. "Paise diye? Ab aise dekho, jab jarurat hoti hai tabhi kaam nahi karte ye."

"Ji," Haseena replied obediently, taking the phone from Ammi to check.

"Aur ye kya scarf pehna hua hai? Garmi nahi ho rahi tumhe?" Ammi questioned, fanning herself with her hand as she felt the heat.

Karishma, innocent and clueless, glanced at Haseena for an explanation, but all she received was a glare, silently indicating that she was responsible for the scarf. A sudden realization washed over her as she remembered her previous artistic endeavors on Haseena's neck. She gulped nervously, meeting Haseena's glare with an innocent, albeit guilty, expression, as if it weren't her fault.

"Ammi, hum kya keh rahe the..." Karishma quickly diverted Ammi's attention from the scarf and inquired, "Khala ki tabiyat kaisi hai ab?"

"Behtar hai! Doctor ne aaram karne ko kaha hai use," Ammi replied.

"Hmm," Karishma responded, standing up from the sofa. "Acha, toh phir hum chalte hain. Ammi, aap bhi aaram kijiye, safar karke thak gayi hogi, hmm?"