They never met...

chapter 31 - THE ORPHAN

A/N: hello my dear readers here's your sunday update hope you'll enjoy it

It has lovely twists and turns so enjoy reading 🥰🥰🥰
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Anisha's POV:

The flames danced like hungry demons, consuming the amusement park with an insatiable appetite. Smoke billowed into the sky, choking the air and casting an eerie glow over the scene. Amidst the chaos, I stood, my heart pounding in my chest as I watched my friend, Mahima, lying unconscious on the ground.

Mahima, the fearless cop, the woman who had always been the epitome of strength and resilience, was now vulnerable, her body limp and unresponsive. I knew she was an able officer, but even the strongest among us need care.

My gaze shifted to the man who had caused so much pain in Mahima's life. He was there, talking to the child she had saved, oblivious to the chaos around him. It was a sight that filled me with rage. He had left Mahima for women lined up for him, and now he was here, happily married, while she lay unconscious.

I shifted my gaze back to Mahima. Lal Singh and Karan were trying desperately to wake her up. Jagjeet, the man who had once loved Mahima so deeply, was now rushing towards her, his face etched with worry.

"Mahi, wake up, please," he pleaded, his voice filled with desperation. Tears streamed down his face as he held her hand. "I shouldn't have let you into danger. I'm sorry. Harman... Harman is my responsibility."

"Mahi... listen to me. I can't lose you again. I just can't," Jagjeet continued, his words sounding hollow to me.

"You still managed to put her in danger again without thinking of her," I snapped, my voice filled with anger. "Again."

The words cut deep into Jagjeet, and that was exactly what I wanted.

"For your kid," I finished. Jagjeet looked at me with a miserable expression, but I couldn't care less.

The ambulance and firefighters arrived at the amusement park, their sirens wailing through the smoke-filled air. Jagjeet tried to lift Mahima up from the ground, but I stopped him. "Don't you dare touch her," I said firmly. "Just don't."
Instead, Karan and I accompanied Mahima to the hospital.

As we rode in the ambulance, I watched Mahima's chest rise and fall, her breathing shallow and labored. I couldn't help but feel a wave of guilt wash over me. I had been so focused on my anger that I had almost forgotten about Mahima's well-being.

*IN THE AMBULANCE*

KARAN'S POV:

In the ambulance, Anisha and I sat with Mahima, who was still unconscious. Anisha was worried, tears staining her beautiful face. I knew I was a flirtatious man, and women's crying didn't usually affect me much. But for some reason, Anisha's tears made me uneasy. I held her hand tighter and she leaned on my shoulder.

I tried my best to comfort her, but I didn't know how. I had never comforted any woman before. Women in the force were a rough and tough lot, and being an orphan, I had never had any woman I could call "family."

I massaged her back, and she relaxed a bit. I wanted to ask her why she was so rude to Singh sir, but I thought it wasn't the right time.

"Karan," Anisha said, her voice barely a whisper.
"Yeah?" I replied, turning to face her.

"Why did you help Mahima?" she asked, her eyes filled with a mix of confusion and gratitude.

"Because she's a good person, and she is my senior" I said, avoiding her gaze.
Anisha laughed bitterly. "A good person? She's a fool. She's always getting into trouble."