Our Defeat!

this is how he escaped!

As Karishma and Aly arrived at the police station, an unsettling sensation gnawed at her. Aly, dressed in formal clothes instead of his usual DSP uniform, was a rare and disconcerting sight.

She had questioned him on the way, but he brushed it off with a vague excuse about "something official." The distance in his response only added to her growing unease.

Aly, uncharacteristically, took her hand as they walked in. His touch, usually so reassuring, now felt laden with something she couldn’t quite grasp.

Public displays of affection were not his style, especially at the station. The gesture, while comforting, was also unnerving, heightening her sense of foreboding.

Inside, the air was thick with tension as they entered. Rehaan, busily arranging his table, glanced up, his eyes darkening at the sight of them.

The moment Aly stepped in, the entire station crew, including Santu, Cheetah, Pushpa ji, and Haseena, snapped to attention, their voices rising in unison, "Jai Hind, Sir."

Aly responded with a polite nod and a measured "Jai Hind," but his usual warmth was missing. There was an unfamiliar edge to him today.

As he exchanged pleasantries with the team, his eyes locked onto Haseena with a kind of finality that made Karishma's heart pound.

“Haseena ji,” Aly began, reaching into his pocket and pulling out an envelope with a deliberate slowness that only heightened the tension. “Mere paas aapke liye ek letter hai.”

Haseena’s brow furrowed as she took the envelope, her hands trembling ever so slightly. As she scanned the contents, her face drained color.

Shocked, she looked up at Aly, her lips parting as if to speak, but no words came out. Aly’s voice cut through the silence, firm yet unnervingly calm.

“Aapki request accept hui hai. Karishma Singh ki posting ab headquarters mein shift ho gayi hai he determinedly said.

Karishma felt like the ground had been yanked out from under her. "Kya?" she whispered, her voice barely audible, yet the disbelief was clear.

Aly turned to her, his expression unreadable but his eyes betraying a storm of emotions. “Tum 8 months pregnant ho, Karishma. Headquarters mein tumhari posting safe rahegi. Tumhari aur bache ki safety ke liye yeh zaroori tha.”

Haseena nodded, still reeling from the sudden announcement. “Yeh bilkul sahi faisla hai, Karishma. Aapke liye yeh zaroori hai,” she murmured, though her voice lacked conviction.

Karishma’s emotions swirled in a chaotic storm—shock, anger, and a bitter pang of betrayal. She wasn’t just being transferred; she was being removed, relocated as if she were a piece on a chessboard.

But deep down, a voice whispered that this wasn’t just about her safety—it was about Aly’s crippling insecurities.

Rehaan, who had been silently watching, clenched his jaw, his frustration simmering beneath the surface.

He saw through Aly’s motives; this wasn’t about protection. It was about control.

Karishma finally found her voice, but it trembled with emotion. “Aly, tumhe sach mai lagta hai yeh zaroori hai? Hyme aise yaha se achanak se shift kar dena? Hum sach mai apne bache ko khud protect kar sakte hain.”

Aly met her gaze, his eyes filled with a mixture of fear, love, and something darker—a need to shield her from a world he no longer trusted. “Karishma, yeh sab tumhare liye hai. Main tumhe kisi bhi mushkil mein nahi dekh sakta. Tum samajhti kyun nahi?”