The next morning, Haseena was not at the tea stall. Instead, her mother was attending to the customers. The stall, which usually had Haseena's lively presence, seemed unusually quiet with just her ammi managing things. A few regulars came and went, but then a group of three or four rough-looking men showed up, speaking rudely.
Man 1(rudely):Arre budhiya, chal chai laga jaldi
Haseena's mother, tired of their antics, stood firm this time.
Ammi (sternly):Pehle udhar chukta karo har baar muft ki chai pite ho bas ab nhi
The man's tone grew more aggressive.
Man 2:Ab tu humein sikhaegi kya? Chal, chai nikaal warna dekhna
Without waiting for her response, one of them began messing with the stall, throwing utensils and tipping over small containers.she tried to stop them, but their behavior grew more belligerent.
Just at that moment, Karishma, who was walking by while on a phone call. Her sharp eyes caught the commotion near the stall, and she slowed her pace, observing the men harassing Haseena's mother.
One of the goons sneered as he spoke.
Man 1:Aaj teri khubsurat beti nahi hai kahan gayi isse toh milne ka maza alag hi hota hai
The way they spoke about Haseena made Karishma's blood boil. She clenched her jaw, her fists tightening around her phone Cutting the call abruptly and headed toward the stall. One of the men, in a fit of anger, lifted a large pot of hot tea and was about to throw it at Haseena's mother.
Karishma quickly grabbed his wrist and twisted it forcefully, causing the hot tea to spill. Some of it splashed on both Karishma and the man's hands.
Ks:Yeh kya chal raha hai yaha
The man winced in pain but, recovering quickly, snapped back at her.
Man 3:Ae ladki tu kyu bch mein aa rahi hai hume jo karna hai karne de
He pushed past her and moved toward Haseena's mother. But before he could take another step, Karishma delivered a sharp punch to his face. Chaos broke out as the rest of the men lunged at her, but Karishma was quick, strong, and well-trained. She fought them off, one by one, landing precise blows that left them on the ground, groaning in pain.
Within minutes, all the goons were on the ground, defeated. Karishma grabbed one of the men's pockets pulled out the cash
Ks:niklo yahase or dobara yahaan mat dikhna
The men, clutching their injuries, scrambled to their feet and ran off.
Just as the men ran off, Haseena arrived, rushing toward the stall. Her eyes widened as she took in the scene-her mother standing, clearly shaken, while broken cups and scattered tea leaves littered the ground. She quickly hugged her mother, her heart pounding in fear and relief.
Hm(worriedly):Ammi.aap thik hai
Haseena's mother smiled weakly and nodded. Karishma, who had been watching from a distance, approached them.
Ks:Aunty, aap theek ho? Khi chot toh nahi lagi
Haseena's mother walked over to Karishma, gratitude filling her eyes.
Ammi:Haan beta hum bilkul thik hain. Shukriya hamari madad karne ke liye
Haseena, still processing everything, turned to her mother.
Hm:Yeh sab kaise hua?
Before her mother could reply, Karishma silently stepped forward.She reached into her pocket and pulled out the money she had taken from the goons. Gently, she placed the crumpled notes on the counter.
