To readers
Thank you for your continued support. The current chapter might be a bit slow and may not be exciting. Please bear with it and I will try my best to keep the next chapters interesting and engaging.
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Next day morning, PS and KS were riding to MPT on a bike. Karishma's speed was legendary, the wind whipping past their faces as PS held on tightly, her knuckles white with tension. As they approached MPT, KS slowed down and stopped in front of MPT. PS, her hair slightly dishevelled from the ride.
PS: (voice trembling, gripping tightly) "Kya bigada hai humne apka? Hamesha Yamraj ke darshan karwana zaruri hai kya? Kabhi to bike aaram se chalaiye." (scolding her daughter)
KS: (chuckling, eyes twinkling) "Arey Amma, abhi apki umar hi kya hai, abhi toh bahut kuch dekhna bacha hai. Usse pehle Yamraj bhi apko nahi le jayenge."
PS: (softening, straightening her dishevelled hair) "Acha thik hai, andar toh chaliye, sabse mil lijiye."
KS's expression faltered for a moment, a flicker of something serious crossing her eyes.
KS: (glancing at her watch, voice slightly tense) "Nahi Amma aap jaiye.. hum thana ke liye nikalte hain."
PS nodded, sensing there was more to KS's refusal. She patted KS's arm gently.
PS: (patting KS's arm, looking concerned) "Thik hai.. apna dhyan rakhna."
PS went inside, her steps heavy with worry. KS watched as PS walked inside the MPT. She waited until PS disappeared inside before riding off to a secluded spot nearby, her mind clouded with thoughts of HM.
KS parked her bike and settled in to wait, her gaze fixed on the MPT entrance. She leaned against her bike, her mind replaying moments with HM. The anticipation of seeing HM again brought a mix of emotions - happiness, sadness, and a longing she couldn't quite shake. During the separation, they saw each other but rarely for more than seconds or minutes in some department meetings or by chance clashes at headquarters.
Suddenly, the familiar sound of a jeep approaching snapped her out of her reverie. KS's heart skipped a beat as Haseena stepped out, her presence commanding and graceful. From her hidden spot, KS's gaze softened, filled with unspoken love and admiration.
KS's eyes followed HM as she made her way to the entrance. The longing in KS's eyes was palpable, a silent testament to the feelings she couldn't express openly. Once HM disappeared inside, KS took a deep breath, started her bike, and headed towards her thana, the weight of unspoken words and hidden emotions heavy on her heart.
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HM enters the MPT, her presence commanding immediate attention.
PS, MK, SS, and CC: (standing at attention, saluting) "Jai Hind, Maddam Sir!"
HM: (returns the salute with a slight nod and a warm smile) "Jai Hind."
HM: (walking towards CC and SS, her steps confident) "Congratulations, Cheetah and Santosh."
CC: (shyly, shifting his weight from one foot to the other) "Thank you, Maddam Sir."
SS: (steps forward with excitement, her eyes shining) "Maddam Sir, mujhe na aapse bahut saari baat karna hai, kya aaj duty hours ke baad main apke ghar aa jaun?"
HM: (teasingly, raising an eyebrow) "Humhe toh laga tha aap humhe bhul gayi hogi ab."
SS: (with an innocent face, widening her eyes) "Haww Madam Sir, aisa ho sakta hai kya? Main bhala apko kaise bhul sakti hun."
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