Aa Bi Jaa - Kareena

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Continuation......

Haseena was shocked when her Ami slapped her, she was unable to think of anything else. she paused for a moment to grab the situation and than tried to maintain her Urmila facade and said, "Ami..."

But before she could say anything further, Ami interrupted with anger, "Bas karo, Haseena! Aur kitna jhoot bologi tum?"

As soon as the word haseena hit her ears. Haseena became shocked at this revelation but she unable to give up again attempted to speak, "Ami, kia keh rahi hain aap?"

"Haseena bas karo ab," Ami said in pleading voice while with folding her hands in front of her.

Haseena's heart dropped at this sight. What could be worse than her mother folding her hands in front of her?

As Ami began to cry, Haseena quickly stepped forward, holding her mother's hands, Haseena embraced her mother tightly, whispering, "Ami..." feeling an overwhelming rush of emotions. It had been so long since she had felt the warmth and comfort of her mother's arms, and now, holding her again, Haseena felt a sense of wholeness and relief. Tears welled up in her eyes as she buried her face in her mother's shoulder, savoring the familiar warmth and the gentle, reassuring touch.

Ami, was overwhelmed with emotion. She had once believed that her daughter was lost to her forever, and now, having Haseena in her arms felt like a miracle. She held Haseena close and even more tightly her own tears flowing freely, mingling with the joy and relief that filled her heart.
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Here it's been 30 minutes but still Karishma clutched the pendrive tightly in her hand, with a broad smile spreading across her face as she was continuously muttering, "Thank you, God." Relief washed over her as she slipped the pendrive back onto the chain around her neck, ensuring it was secure.

She then held the fabric of the oversized T-shirt she was wearing which belonged to Haseena. Karishma felt the soft fabric of Haseena's shirt against her skin, each thread carrying a gentle warmth. The oversized shirt wrapped around her like a comforting embrace, making her feel close to Haseena even in her absence. Karishma smiled to herself, feeling an unexpected joy in the simple act of wearing Haseena's shirt.

Karishma stood up, intending to change into her own clothes, but she paused and again sat down. The thought of removing Haseena's shirt made her hesitate. She sat back down, deciding to keep it on a little longer. She brought the collar of the shirt to her nose and inhaled deeply, the familiar scent of Haseena filling her senses. It was a blend of light perfume which haseena always used which Karishma was familiar with that brought her comfort.

As she traced the pattern on her shirt she thought about how much she regretted not having worn Haseena's clothes before. she didn't knew it felt this way and if she knew earlier she worn that in the beginning. There was something so intimate and reassuring about it, a connection to her "Madam Sir" that she didn't want to let go of just yet. As she closed her eyes, she could almost imagine Haseena's presence, her warmth seeping into Karishma's very being.

"Tere ahsas ki khushboo bhi hai aur teri judaai ka gham bhi,
Tu paas bhi hai mere aur dil ko teri justuju bhi.....

Tere lams ki hararat bhi hai aur teri doori ka dard bhi,
Tu khwab bhi hai meri ankhon ka aur jagti raaton ka aks bhi...

Tere milne ki khushi bhi hai aur tere bichhadne ka dukh bhi,
Tu zindagi ki haqiqat bhi hai aur khawabun ka raaz bhi...... "
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Ami was sitting on the couch, with a mixture of anger and longing for her daughter while Haseena was sitting near her, her eyes were red due to continuous, "Please, Ami, humen maaf kar dijiyay. Hum such ma bohat majboor thy, humare bas mein nahi tha , please humen maaf kar dijeyay."