Our Defeat!

Cloned!

As the first light of dawn crept through the curtains, Aly stood in front of the mirror, meticulously adjusting his uniform.

The crisp fabric clung to him like armor, symbolizing the discipline and order he upheld in his professional life—an order that seemed to mock the chaos that plagued his personal world.

Karishma entered the room, her expression resolute, holding her phone out to Aly. His brow furrowed as he noticed the determined gleam in her eyes.

“yeh kya hai, Karishma?” he asked, his tone laced with suspicion.

Karishma inhaled deeply, steeling herself for what she was about to say. “Aly, yeh humara phone hai… aur hum chahte hein ki tum ise clone kar lo.”

Aly’s hands paused, his eyes narrowing in disbelief. “Kya? Tum chahti ho main tumhara phone clone karoon?”

She nodded, her resolve unwavering. “Haan, Aly. Hum chahte hein tum sab kuch dekh sako, sun sako. Rehaan ke calls, messages… sab kuch. Kyuki yeh iklauta tareeka humare pass tumhara vishwas wapas jeetne ka, aur hum yeh karne ko bilkul tayar hejn.”

Aly stared at her, the weight of her words sinking in like stones. He couldn’t decide whether to be impressed by her resolve or dismayed by the extremes to which their relationship had fallen.

“Karishma, yeh tum kya keh rahi ho? Tumhe pata haina yeh kitna extreme step  hai?” he said hesitantly.

Her gaze didn’t waver. “hume pata hai, Aly. Lekin ab humare paas aur koi raasta nahi hai. Tumhara trust jeetna filhal humari sabse badi zaroorat hai. Kyuki humare bachhe ko ek bright future chahiye, aur vo hum dono ke stable relationship se hi milega".

Silence settled between them as Aly weighed her words, torn between his instincts as an officer, which screamed that this was wrong, and the desperate need to rebuild the shattered trust between them.

He ran a hand through his hair, his mind a storm of conflicting emotions.
Seeing the hesitation in his eyes, Karishma stepped closer, her voice soft yet firm.

“Aly, please. Hum yeh sab humare liye, humare bachhe ke liye kar rahe hain. Hume iss rishte ko wapas mazbut banana hai, aur agar yeh ek kadam uss raahein par le jaata hai, toh hum yeh zaroor uthana chaiye.” she insisted.

Aly finally exhaled, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. The desperation in her eyes, the raw sincerity in her voice—it all spoke to the part of him that still wanted to believe in them.

With a reluctant nod, he took her phone and began the process of cloning it onto his device.Karishma stood beside him, her heart pounding as she watched him work.

When he was done, Aly handed her phone back to her, his own device now containing the cloned data.

“Thik hai, Karishma. Ab tumhare phone pe aane wali har call, har message, mujhe bhi milega. Rehaan se agar koi contact hota hai, toh main pehle se address kar paunga.” he weakly said.

She nodded, a small, fragile smile breaking through the gravity of the moment. “Thank you, Aly. Tumne humare yeh kadam uthaya, yeh humare liye bohot zaroori tha.”

Aly’s gaze softened, but the wariness didn’t leave his eyes. “Yeh sirf ek shuruaat hai, Karishma. Trust ko wapas banana aasan nahi hoga, par main tumhari himmat ki kadar karta hoon.”

With that, he picked up his briefcase and left, leaving Karishma standing in the room, her heart a storm of hope and fear.

At the headquarters, Aly tried to lose himself in his work, but the weight of the cloned phone in his pocket was a constant reminder of the fragile trust they were trying to rebuild.