Aa Bi Jaa - Kareena

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Continuation.....

Karishma stumbled out of Anubhav’s house, gasping for air the moment she was outside. It felt as though the walls had been closing in on her, suffocating her with the weight of his words.

"Haseena se... aur kis se?" The words of anubhav replayed over and over in her head like a painful mantra. Tears slid down her cheeks as she whispered to herself, "Nahi... aise nahi ho sakta...abi abi tou humen laga ta sab sae hua ha.... humein jald se jald Madam Sir se baat karni hogi."

She approached her bike, her hands trembling as her anxiety was clouding her every move. Her keys slipped from her fingers, clattering onto the ground. "Madam Sir ko batana hoga... humein unse baat karni hai," she muttered under her breath, bending down to retrieve the fallen keys.

She straighten up and took her phone out of her pocket, with her shaking hands. her fingers were trembling as she dialed Haseena’s number. Her vision was blurred with tears, making it hard to even see the screen properly. The phone rang for a moment, but then… "Couldn’t connect."

“Madam Sir, phone uthaaiye... please…” she whispered, frantically redialing. The same response came again, leaving her more desperate by the second. She clutched the phone tightly, tears streaming down her face, as her legs gave out, and she sat down on her bike seat.

“Humein thane jaana hoga... Madam Sir ko batana hoga...” she muttered, her words were barely audible as panic clutched at her chest. She turned the key in the ignition, with her shaking hands and without wasting another second, she sped off towards the station.
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After what felt like an eternity, Karishma finally reached the station. She parked her bike hastily, not even bothering to take off her helmet before hurrying inside.

She rushed to Haseena’s cabin, but it was empty. Panic clawed at her throat. “Yeh… yeh kahan hain?” she mumbled, her feet carrying her further inside the station. She spotted Pushpa g, sitting at her desk, calmly going through some files.

“Pushpa G… Pushpa G, Madam Sir kahan hain?” Karishma asked with desperation.

Pushpa g stood up, she looked at Karishma’s anxious state. “Wo toh kaam se kahi gayi hain. Aapko kya hua, Karishma ji? Sab theek toh hai na?”

“Kaam se? Kahan gayi hain, Pushpa G? Please batayiye!” Karishma’s voice cracked, her panic rising with every second.

“Pata nahi, unhone bataya nahi… par han Kisi case ky silsily ma hi gaye han,” Pushpa replied,“Santu unke saath gayi hain.”

Karishma’s mind raced as she pulled out her phone again, her fingers fumbling as she dialed Santu’s number.

But again got the same response. "Unreachable."

She let out a heavy sigh, her shoulders were slumping in defeat. Her heart felt like it was sinking deeper into a pit of uncertainty. “Yeh sab kya ho raha hai...?” she whispered to herself.

“Karishma ji, kya hua? Aap theek toh hain?” As she turned to leave, Pushpa called after her.

But Karishma was already outside, standing near her bike. She bit her lip, trying to think of her next move. " agar anu bahiya aa gya aur Ami nay bina madam sir ko bataya han bi kar di tou...."

"Ab humare paas sirf ek rasta hai…" She took a deep breath, wiping away the stray tears from her cheeks.

"Humein khud Ami se baat karni hogi," She didn’t have any other choice now.

Without another second to waste, she started her bike once more and headed towards house, her heart was pounding faster with the uncertainty of what awaited her.
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