Our Defeat!

Haseena confront Aly

"I'm so sorry," he whispered, his voice cracking with emotion.

Karishma shook her head gently, squeezing his hand. "Isme tumhari galti nahi hai, Aly, hum—"

"Shhh..." a weak voice interrupted Karishma, and a loving hand caressed her head, removing Aly's grip.

"Yeh sab baatein hum baad mein bhi kar sakte hain, Karishma Singh. Filhal aapko aram ki zarurat hai."

Realizing what Haseena had done, Aly stood motionless, his face a mask of shock and disbelief. He remained silent, his lips pressed into a thin line.

Haseena quickly positioned herself in front of Aly, forming a barrier between them. She covered Karishma with the nearby blanket and said, "Filhal aap aram kariye."

Hearing this, Aly stood up from his kneeled posture and took a few steps backward. Karishma saw this with concern and was about to speak, but Haseena cut her off.

"Chup chap so jai ye, Karishma Singh, aap tension mat lijiye. Hum bilkul bhi gaer zimmedar nahi hai, hum aapko chhod ke kahi nahi jaenge."

A storm of emotions brewed inside Aly as he heard these cold words from Madam Sir, but he kept them tightly controlled.

For a moment, his gaze flickered briefly to Karishma, then back to the floor, as if seeking some solace there. The accusation stung him.

He took a deep, steadying breath, his shoulders sagging under the weight of this guilt and confusion.

Karishma shook her head, defending her husband. "Nahi, Madam Sir, darsal Aly ko nahi pata tha. Hum room—"

Haseena interrupted sharply, "Karishma Singh, bas kariye aap! Ab agar aapne ek shabd aur bola toh hum ghar wapas chale jaenge."

Karishma clamped her mouth shut, her eyes filled with unshed tears, while Aly stood there, staring blankly at his wife for a minute or two before leaving Karishma and Haseena alone in the bedroom.

As Aly's figure disappeared from sight, Karishma's heart grew heavier. She silently watched him go, feeling an ache deep within her heart.

"Yeh apne kya kia maddam sir,ab Aly ko lage ga, ye sab uski wajah se hua" Karishma said softly, her voice trembling.

Haseena's expression softened slightly, but she remained firm. "Karishma singh, Aap toh bahut samajhdar hain, aapko pata hona chahiye ke kya sahi hai aur kya galat."

"Par, Madam Sir, aap sab galat samajh rahi hain," Karishma's voice rose, gaining strength. "Aly ki inn sab ma koi galati nahi thi usko laga hum room se bahar chalege."

Haseena raised an eyebrow, challenging Karishma. "Abhi toh aap ye sab keh rahi hai par khuda nah kasta iss hadse se apko ya fir apke bache ko kuch ho jata toh fir ye kiski zimmedari hoti, Karishma singh?"

Karishma stepped forward, her eyes blazing with determination. "Zimmedari uski hai jisne hum sabko yeh sab mein dhakel diya. Aly ne kuch nahi kiya. Agar aapko kisi ko dosh dena hai toh asli mujrim ko dijiye."

Haseena crossed her arms, her expression thoughtful. "Aur yeh asli mujrim kaun hai, Karishma singh?"

Karishma took a deep breath, her resolve unwavering. "Hum, Madam Sir..hum hi iss room"

Haseena sighed " aur koi jhut bolna hai vo bhi bol lijiyega, par abhi filhal aap aram kariye " Completing this haseena started tapping Karishma's head without giving her any chance to finish off.