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Chapter - 83

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After two long days...

The steam from her freshly washed hair curled in the air as Karishma stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her frame. Droplets clung to her skin, catching the soft morning light as she moved toward the neatly pressed brown uniform laid out on the bed. This wasn't just any outfit—it was her Indian police uniform. It had been so long since she'd worn it. A soft smile danced on her lips.

Her fingers traced the golden stars on her shoulder, her nameplate gleaming under the light. This wasn't just a uniform—it was her identity, her purpose, her fight. A familiar warmth spread through her chest as she ran her fingers over the crisp fabric. After so long, she was returning to where she belonged.

Just as she fastened the last button, her phone chimed—a specific notification tone that brought an instant smile to her lips. She didn't even have to check the name; she already knew.

Haseena ♥️:
Good morning, SHO Sahiba ♥️
Aaj aap bahut dino baad thane ja rahi hain toh, please baksh dena thane walon ko... Jaate hi bhaukal mat dikhaiye 😆
And most importantly, Humari Meherbaan ka dhyan rakhiye...
I love you 😚

Karishma chuckled, her heart swelling with love. Shaking her head fondly, she typed back:

Jo hukum, Jaana!!
Bhala aapka hukum kaise taal sakte hain?
Love you too 😙 -Karishma

Tucking her phone away, she took a deep breath, adjusted her belt, and stepped out—ready to reclaim her place at Mahila Police Thana.

The entrance of MPT was adorned with garlands, the air buzzing with excitement. As Karishma's official jeep rolled in, her team lined up, waiting for their SHO. The moment she stepped out, Pushpa ji greeted her with a warm smile, a traditional aarti plate. in hand.

"Bas bas, pehle case solve hone dijiye, fir ye swagat ka arth hoga," Karishma said, though the warmth in her voice betrayed how much she had missed this place.

"Jai Hind, madam!" The officers saluted her in unison.

As she returned salute, her eyes landed on DSP, who stood in her cabin, waiting for her.

"Jai Hind, sir." Karishma saluted him, her stance firm and confident.

"Jai Hind, Karishma Singh! Welcome back," DSP greeted her with a smile. Karishma nodded, feeling the warmth of his words.

But the moment of pleasantries didn't last long.

"Hum sab jaante hain..." DSP began, his tone serious now. "Karishma Singh, aape jo humla hua, uski details lene aur aapse kuch puch-taach karne CBI se Happy Singh ayi hai. Hum jante hain aap co-operate jarur karengi, lekin phir bhi hum bata rahe hain."

Karishma's eyes flickered with irritation as her gaze locked onto Happy Singh, standing with an air of overconfidence.

"Ji sir," Karishma said, her voice measured, "Par humari ek request hai. Hum es case ko investigate karna chahte hain. Ye hume de dijiye."

Before DSP could respond, Happy Singh scoffed. "Aap aise beech mein case mein nahi aa sakti, Karishma Singh. Ye aapse aur aapke logo se juda hai, toh hum koi risk nahi le sakte."