Chapter 10- Haseena's Agony -I

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After assuring her Ammi that everything has settled between Karishma and herself, Haseena reaches her room past mid night with a big smile on her face.

The moment she steps in her room, her smile disappears and she falls on the bed dejectedly. Tears well up in her eyes but she wipes them and hid her face in her palms. Few seconds later, she rubs her face multiple times, takes a couple of deep breathes, stands up and moves towards her wardrobe.

She is doing her best to suppress her own emotions, forgetting that whenever one tries to suppress ones emotions they recoil back with greater affect.

She is displacing the clothes in her neatly arranged cupboard, apparently trying to locate her night suit though it is placed right in front of her.
Just then a gift catches her sight. She picks it up and moves towards the bed as a special memory gets triggered.

When madam sir had taken the incharge of our woman Police station, I had told her that I would appreciate her only if she had successfully run the station for a year with her ideology.
Unfortunately madam sir is not here with us, today, but her ideology is still alive and will always be. I want to appreciate her so thought to buy you a gift…

Haseena in her Urmilla diguise felt overwhelm and hugged Karishma.
Few minutes later when Karishma left the room, she looked at the gift with a wide smile and promised herself, “I want to open it as Haseena not as Urmilla. I will open it after completing this mission.”

Tears are flowing out of her eyes endlessly. She is holding the gift close to her heart.

“Whenever I say ‘I am proud of you Karishma Singh’, the smile on your face gets so big as if you have won Nobel prize. It is not only you who gets extremely happy upon getting appreciation by me. I have been waiting for that moment too. I wanted to get acknowledged by you. And that moment arrived too but I did not get to feel that. When you had presented this gift to me I wanted to scream my reality and to cherish your appreciation. But I could not. Then I thought that I will open it when I could be Haseena again. And here I am again… How can I accept your appreciation, your acknowledgement after putting you through so much pain and agony. Look at  the irony, today I am Haseena Malik but not worthy of this gift.”

Hugging Karishma’s gift to her chest and crying uncontrollably she lies down on the bed diagonally. For Haseena rest of the night has passed like that only except that her tears have dried a long time ago.

Around 6 am Haseena's mother finished her morning prayer and recitations, "Why Haseena has not gone for her morning walk?" Thinking about that she walked towards her room and knocked her door.

Inside the room, Haseena is lying diagonally on the bed in the same clothes with which she entered her room. Her hairs are  open and spread randomly and her cheeks have tear marks all over it. Her eyes are puffy and open.

Her mother's voices are reaching to her but she has not reacted to them even a bit. Instead of going for a walk, she chooses to stick with her unrelenting self criticism.

"May be she has slept late that's why she is not waking up. I should let her sleep." Thinking out loud, her mother walked away.

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Ammi is waiting for Haseena on the breakfast table when Haseena descends down the stairs in her uniform with a smile and without any kind of tear marks or puffy eyes; of course make up had done the job perfectly.

"Good morning Ammi!" She wished her cheerfully while hugging her form back and kissing on her cheek.
"Good morning, bacha!" Ammi turned towards her, caressed her head and pecked her forehead lovingly.
"Come have your breakfast." Ammi gestures her while arranging a plate for her.
"No, Ammi actually I am not feeling like eating anything. Can you give me a glass of milk?" She requested.
"Okay but I am packing your breakfast and lunch both." Haseena just nodded at her mother before dwelling in the newspaper.

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