Mohra

Part - 22

MAHIL POLICE THANA

"Amma, pagal ho gaye ho ka? Hum kyu Maddam ji ko kidnap karenge?!" Anubhav defended himself, his voice laced with frustration, as he stood in front of Karishma and the team, who were glaring at him after seeing footage of Dhruv kidnapping Haseena.

"Toh yeh footage mein tumhara bhoot dikh raha hai?!" Karishma taunted sharply, her anger simmering beneath her words.

"Hamara bhoot bhi nahi hai, aur na hum hai!" Anubhav retorted with equal intensity, his tone only fueling Karishma's ire.

Without hesitation, Karishma pulled out her gun and pointed it directly at him. Her eyes, blazing with fury, locked onto his. Yet, Anubhav’s gaze remained calm, devoid of fear, anger, or even disappointment.

"Akhri mauka de rahe hain tumhe! Sach bol do, warna yahin ke yahin tumhara kirya karam kar denge!" Karishma warned, her voice cutting through the tension like a knife.

"Karishma madam, shant ho jaiye. Waise bhi, aap aur Maddam Sir dono par shak hai Anubhav ke khoon ka. Abhi ise kuch ho gaya toh phir sabko lagega ki yeh Dhruv ko fasane ka plan tha," Pushpa Ji whispered cautiously to Karishma.

"Toh lagne do, Pushpa Ji! Hume duniya se koi farak nahi padta," Karishma shot back coldly.

"Par kanoon se toh padega, Karishma Singh.." Vishwas's voice rang out as he entered the thana with an air of authority.

"Yeh phir aa gaye!" the MPT team mumbled under their breath, exchanging wary glances.

"Kanoon se bhi hume koi farak nahi padta, Vishwas Bhaiya, kyunki saboot hamare paas hai.." Karishma replied icily, her expression hard as stone.

"Sabse pehli baat, Karishma Singh, hume 'Bhaiya' mat kahiye, dar lagta hai hume.." Vishwas quipped with a calm smile. "Aur doosri baat, saboot hamare paas bhi hai. Dhruv, Haseena Malik ke apharan ke samay hamare saath tha. Aur sirf saboot nahi, gawah bhi hai, woh bhi police aur advocates."

"Hein? Phir yahan kaun tha? Kaise footage mein saf saf Dhruv dikh raha hai?" Cheetah interrupted, scratching his head in confusion.

"Kahin woh bhoot toh nahi tha Anubhav Sir ka?" Billu suggested hesitantly, earning incredulous looks from everyone.

"Amma, kuch bhi bolte ho Billu! Bhoot kaise camera mein record ho sakta hai?!" Pushpa Ji rebuked, rolling her eyes.

"Aap teeno apna muh band karenge ya hum karein?!" Karishma snapped, her fiery glare silencing the trio instantly.

Karishma turned back to Anubhav, her tone laced with suspicion. "Tum sach mein Maddam Sir ko kidnap nahi kiya?"

"Nahi, aur kyun karenge hum unka kidnap? Hamara naam kharab karna hai kya?" Anubhav replied, his voice tinged with exasperation.

"Toh phir... kahi woh Anubhav toh nahi the?" Karishma muttered to herself, her expression shifting to one of shock as she eyed Dhruv—no, the real Anubhav.

"Ho sakta hai.." Pushpa Ji said gravely, her worry evident. "Aur agar woh sach mein Anubhav the, toh iska matlab Maddam Sir ki jaan khatre mein hai."

Meanwhile, Anubhav and Vishwas exchanged a cryptic look, one that didn’t escape Karishma’s sharp gaze.

Meanwhile,

In a dark, isolated room dimly lit by a single flickering yellow bulb hanging from the wall, the shadows danced ominously on the cracked surfaces. Amidst the eerie stillness, two figures lay motionless on the cold, grimy floor, their hands and legs bound tightly with ropes. Both were unconscious, their breaths shallow and their faces pale under the dim glow.