Karishma Singh paced back and forth in the room, Pushpa ji sat on the chair, her elbow propped on the chair arm, pinching the bridge of her nose. Cheetah and Santu stood beside them, with equally tensed face.
It was past one hour since their duty hours had ended, but the team of MPT shower no signs of hurry to head home. Normally, they would be eager to wrap up their shift but today they have more important task to focus.
The reason for their distress was.... The ultimatum their SHO gave to them.
At morning, Haseena was standing at the middle of the thana. One glance at her face revealed the gravity of the situation. Cheetah, Santu and Pushpa ji were standing surrounded her. While Billu was in his billu niwas.
Pushpa ji dared to ask her once, but Haseena shot a stern glance, her serious expression silenced the older woman, who didn't dare venture another question.
Just then, Karishma entered into thana with full swag, wearing her sunglasses and swinging the keys. She removed her shades and scanned the room, only to find tensed faces of her team.
"Aaiye!" Haseena called out her in a sharp voice," Thane ka rasta mil gaya aapko?"
Karishma sighed hearing her sarcasm, but she knew Haseena was right as she was half an hour late. So she simply stand there silently.
Haseena went to Pushpa ji's table and took the FIR register.
"Kya hai yeh?" She asked in a calm but stern tone.
"FIR register hai maddam sir." Santu replied in a tone like it's obvious.
Haseena stared at her for a moment, before continuing," Bina ek bhi FIR ke. Is register mein ek bhi report nahi hai, lekin jail mein ek kaidi zaroor hai."
"Main thane ka member hun." Billu protested, getting all five's glare in return.
Haseena sighed heavily in annoyance, befor putting a paper in front of them. The team gave her a questionable look.
"Kal DSP sir se meeting thi humari, aur unhone kaha hai ki agar aisa hi chalta raha, to ek mahine ke andar andar yeh thana band kar diya jayega, yeh official notice hai."
The non serious expression on their face got replaced by a concerned expression. Their posture straightened automatically. Tension was written all over them.
"Isliye aap sabke paas 24 ghante hain. Ya to FIR laiye varna aap sabko suspend kar diya jayega." Haseena's words fell on them like atom bomb.
"Yeh asambhav hai maddam sir!" Karishma remarked," Aaj tak koi fariyadi apne bachhe ka jhujhuna khone ka report likhane bhi nahi aaya. Ek couple aaya unhe bhi report nahi likhwani thi. To 24 ghanton mein aisa konsa vishwas jaag jayega janta mein humare liye?"
Haseena stepped closer to her, leaving minimal distance between them. Karishma, instead of stepping back, stared intensely into her eyes. A stare that could bore into anyone's soul. But Haseena kept gazing back, her calm and composed demeanor, a stark contrast to Karishma's fiery intensity.
"Bharosa kabhi dilaya nahi jata Karishma Singh. Bharosa jeeta jata hai." Haseena said and shifted towards others," Ab yeh aapka faisla hai ki 24 ghanton mein FIR lani hai ya suspend hona hai."
Leaving the team speechless, Haseena moved towards her cabin.
Through the whole day, they tried every possible way to bring one official report. From Karishma threatening people to fill FIR, which backfired on her only, to the team organising Mata ka bhandara,in which Haseena herself addressed the ladies ,but on the contrary, they ended up spending additional ten thousands.
