Echoes of Deception
A lorry throttling at high speed bustled down the Lucknow streets, the harsh sun rays bouncing off it. It sped through, a victim in its sight, accelerating down the road frightening people on and off the road.
Haseena peered through the side mirror, her eyes widening registering the lorry gunning for her. She gritted her teeth and stepped on the accelerator, swerving widely to avoid colliding with civilians. Out of desperation, she turned into a narrow path, the lorry following her trail.
Her heart thumped in anticipation, her face roaring with anger. She drove ahead as the path winded to an end, a cliff jutting out. Haseena floored the brakes jumping out at the last second, her body thudding to the muddy rocks while her jeep collapsed to debris.
Haseena felt the sharp sting of sand on her skin as she hit the muddy ground, her breath caught between gasps and fury.
She stood up brushing off the dirt from her uniform, her eyes peeled on the advancing men. They had covered their faces, each holding a stick in their hands as they advanced towards her. Her eyes scanned the advancing men, noting their overconfidence as they raised their sticks, leaving their torsos exposed. She adjusted her stance, preparing to strike with precision
Haseena waited as they approached, neatly ducking out of the way and stepping out from the other side. One man rushed her, yelling at the top of his lungs with his stick raised. Haseena stood frozen until the last second, extending fisted palm colliding directly with the man's stomach.
His breath whooshed out, collapsing to the floor.
Haseena looked at the remaining two men, an anger circling her eyes. They advanced together, attacking Haseena from both sides. She ducked catching one man with a kick to the face yet the end of the stick caught Haseena's back.
She backed down yelling in pain, the men gathering around her again. They approached her, their sticks raised.
Haseena raised both her hands blocking the sticks from colliding with her. She clenched her jaw pushing away the sticks. They fall clattering on the muddy ground. The man didn't waste time, catching Haseena with a neatly aimed punch to the face. She staggered backwards, nursing the bruise that had formed.
The man approached again, a sneer on his face. Haseena lifted her leg, sending it down on a vicious ark, hitting the man squarely on the head. He fell down with a thud. He was unconscious.
The remaining man widened his eyes in fear, stumbling in his steps as he watched his peers laying on the ground. He bent down, his eyes glaring at Haseena, picking up a handful of muddy sand. He threw his balled fist at Haseena, attacking her eyes with grains of pricking sand. She shielded her eyes yet the sand caught her.
The man quickly lifted his companions into the lorry and sped away before Haseena could regain her senses.
Haseena blinked, rubbing her burning eyes, wincing in pain. Her vision had turned white, blotched patterns that danced before her eyes.
She fished her phone and dialed the emergency services as she waited to be picked up, her eyes burning, her body searing in pain.
A violent fury rose through her, the temper in her unsettling as she was rushed to the hospital.
Who were these men and why had they attacked her?
KS stood at the entrance of MPT, her senses tingling. She felt as if a tragedy had befallen Haseena. She forced herself to stay composed rushing out to the HQ, her mind urging her forward.
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Madam Sirr 2
Fanfiction"Ab ek nai shuruaat shuru hui, Purane dost phir se mile, Parivaar ke dhaage bun rahe hain, Nyay ki raksha karne, vardi ka sammaan karne. " A story that imagines the second season of Madam Sirr where Haseena Malik is positioned as t...
