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Looking at her sleeping figure he knew he is doomed
"She is trouble personified and i love trouble" jagjeet mumbled to himself.....
Her tears can choke him to death he realised after last night's events
" I'll never let you cry ev...
The air crackled with barely suppressed fury. 7 years have passed and here I was, Superintendent Mahima Jha, locked in a battle of wills with Vijay Malhotra, the firebrand MLA whose district I had the misfortune of overseeing. The conference room was a battlefield, our disagreement a clash of ideals.
"These reforms are impractical! They'll coddle criminals instead of punishing them!" Malhotra boomed, his florid face contorted in indignation.
Despite the simmering anger bubbling within me, I forced my voice to remain steady. "These reforms are mandated by the Home Ministry, Mr. Malhotra. They aim at improving rehabilitation rates, not offering a vacation at a five-star resort."
"This bleeding-heart nonsense weakens the system! We need a strong hand, not social workers posing as policemen!" Malhotra thundered, his outrage painting the room red.
My jaw clenched tight as I held his gaze. "The system needs to be fair, Mr. Malhotra. Rehabilitation isn't weakness, it's a chance to break the cycle of crime."
The argument raged on, a frustrating stalemate. I, a staunch believer in progressive reforms, refused to back down. Malhotra, a populist playing to the gallery, wouldn't budge on his stance of punitive justice.
Later that evening, as I reviewed case files in my office, a knock on the door startled me. Inspector Kapoor, a trusted confidante, entered, his face grim.
"Ma'am," he began hesitantly, "there's a transfer order for you."
My heart sank. This couldn't be good news. "Transfer? Where to?"
"Moga, Punjab," Kapoor replied softly.
Disappointment washed over me. Delhi had been my dream posting. Yet, a flicker of curiosity sparked within. Moga wasn't exactly a bustling metropolis, but there was a certain quiet appeal to a new challenge.
"Any reason for the sudden transfer?" I inquired.
Kapoor shook his head. "Not officially, ma'am. But whispers in the corridors suggest you ruffled a few feathers with the MLA today."
I sighed. It seemed my commitment to reform had come at a cost. Still, I wouldn't trade my principles for political expediency.
Packing my bags that night, a bittersweet feeling settled over me. Leaving Delhi meant leaving behind a familiar life, my colleagues, and a city that buzzed with my dreams. But Moga, a town steeped in history, also held an unknown promise. Little did I knew, fate had a strange reunion planned, a twist that would bring me face-to-face with a ghost from my past.
