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She had rang the bell twice but none was opening the door, it increased her tension to many folds. In an instant, her mind had started to make dozens of terrifying assumptions.

She positioned herself, a few feet away, in front of the middle slit of the main door with her right foot ahead and left foot slightly behind herself. Taking a deep breath, she ran towards the door, raised her left foot from the ground to break the door. However, before her kick could hit the door, it opened.

Pushpa ji was holding her cell phone on her right ear, lines of creases were visible on her forehead, and her eyes were red and teary.

"Haseena!" Pushpa ji took a sigh of relief seeing her on the door. "Amma! Amma! Who is on the door?" Haseena heard panicked voice of Shorya from the other end.

"Pushpa ji, what happened? Why are you crying?" Haseena's heart was thudding in her chest; she was frightened that the reason might be related to Karishma. She moved forward and embraced Pushpa ji who clung to her and started crying hysterically, "My Karishma!!"

The moment Haseena heard Karishma's name, she removed Pushpa ji out of her hold, and added after holding her through her shoulders, "What... What happened to Karishma?" She was desperately looking for her answer but Pushpa ji was too distorted to respond to her. Unable to wait, she ran inside shouting her name, "Karishma! Karishma!"

"Amma, Amma! Please listen to me." Shorya shouted from the phone.

"Y... Ya, I am here..." Pushpa ji put the phone back on her ear.

"Amma, get Haseena on call. I need to talk to her. Hurry up." Pushpa ji nodded and ran inside.

....

In the room, Karishma was lying on bed. Next to her was Haseena's camera that had entries of her digital diary. Haseena instantly climbed on the bed and placed her head in her lap. She shook her through her shoulder.

Endless tears were streaming through her eyes. "Please, get up Karishma; Please... don't do this to me... Please, Karishma..." She was crying, rubbing her hands, shaking her, and calling her repeatedly.

"Haseena... Haseena... Shorya... talk to him." Pushpa ji shook her and handed the phone to her.

"Bhai... Karishma..." Haseena was unable to hold herself and cried more loudly.

"Haseena! Hold yourself... Karishma does not need your tears right now. She needs medical aid immediately. She have been through a severe anxiety attack, her blood pressure and body temperature has increased, dangerously. You must have known that doctors and paramedics are on strike today. I am stuck in Dubai, and next flight is not available before tomorrow. If Karishma will not receive medical aid in next 30 minutes..." Though he started calmly but choked at the last line.

Listening to him, Haseena at once wiped her tears. "No, nothing will happen to Karishma until Haseena is alive. If i have to stop this city. I will. At any cost. But nothing will happen to my Karishma." Her voice was composed and determined, and her eyes had a fire that could burnt everything to ashes, if needed.

"What do you think, to which doctor i should take Karishma?" She asked in a voice that means she is onto the business.

"Dr. Simran." Shorya responded. She hung up, scooped Karishma in her arms. "Pushpa ji, get Karishma's all medical records, immediately." Pushpa ji nodded and at once turned towards the cupboard while Haseena moved out of the room with Karishma in her arms.

...

Haseena was driving herself, and Karishma was lying at the back seat with her head in Pushpa ji's lap. Her phone was set up on the handle in the centre of the dashboard, "Okay google, Call Avinash Singh."

"Yes Commissioner of Lukhnow Avinash Singh speaking." Listening to the inattentive hoarse male voice from the other end, Haseena raised her one eyebrow, "It seems, you are too much busy that you didn't notice that the call is on your personal number not on your office phone." She gritted while speaking the last few words.

"S.H.O Malik..." Before, he could say any other word he was cut by Haseena's loud, stern and agitated voice, "Be attentive Mr. Avinash Singh! Certainly you don't want to be at odds with Malik enterprises. I am calling you through my business number. I thought my introduction will not be needed but it seems you dared to forget me. No worries, Home minister will give you a reminder."

"No, no, please. I am sorry, Ms. Haseena Malik. Please tell me how I can help you." He pleaded apologetically.

"You have exactly 10 minutes. I do not care how you are going to do it but i need Dr. Simran in a fully functional emergency room of the city hospital with all the necessary paramedics. If i found any kind of resistance at the entrance of the hospital or if I do not find Dr. Simran there on my arrival, Trust me, stock market will see a crash none can ever imagine." Her voice was dangerously calm. It scared the shit out of Commissioner. "No... don't worry... I mean i am on to it." He could not even formulate a sentence. The next instant Haseena hung up, and increased her speed.

"Haseena... Karishma... her body temperature has further increased... please do something.." Pushpa ji wailed from the back seat.

"Pushpa ji, take these wipes and apply them on her. I am lowering the AC temperature." She managed to keep her voice composed though her heart was facing its worst fear, "I won't let anything happen to her," she mumbled inaudible to Pushpa ji; her one hand was at the steering and the other at her heart trying to console it.

Just then, her phone rang. "Yes, Mr. Avinash... I hope everything is ready." Her voice was once again sharp and intense.

"Mam, please... try to understand... doctors and paramedics have blocked every hospital's entry and exits. We are trying our best to diffuse the situation but... Ms. Malik even if we use force, we will not be able to clear the path until evening, and it will kill hundreds of people. What you are asking is humanly not possible." Avinash tried to reason with Haseena who felt her life slipping away from her hands. She at once applied breaks.

"Haseena... Now, what will happen? Half time has already passed. We will lose Karishma..." Pushpa ji managed to say in between her hysteric cries.

"Noooooo!" Haseena shouted at the top of her voice that shook even Pushpa ji also.

She opened her side door and moved at the back. "Pushpa ji, take the steering wheel and drive to Malik villa." She replaced Pushpa ji, and placed Karishma's head lovingly in her lap.

Allowing her heart to take the lead, Haseena bent down and kissed Karishma's forehead, her lips linger a little longer there; she closed her eyes and let her tears drop on Karishma's forehead. She was caressing her head lovingly; tears were streaming down from her eyes and wetting Karishma's face. She placed her hand on Karishma's heart as if trying to hold her life form slipping away. "Karishma... baby... you have to trust your Haseena... I am with you... I won't let anything happen to you... but like always you have to support me." She paused, unable to keep her voice composed anymore. "Please princess... please be with me," she whispered pleadingly in her ear, and ended up sobbing.

...

"Am I talking to Dr. Simran?"

"Yes, who is it?"

"Dr. Simran, I am Haseena Malik... i got your number from Dr. Shorya Singh. He is not in town and his wife Karishma Singh... she had a severe anxiety attack... We need your professional help... please doc... I... I can pay you as much as you want." This time Haseena's tone was not threatening instead she was pleading.

"I understand Ms. Malik but even if i try to i can't reach to you neither can you reach to me..."

"Where are you...? I am coming to pick you... and please get emergency medicines ready... please... I cannot let her go... I can't." Haseena's voice was depicting determination and her face was wetting with her endless tears.

"..."

"Okay, I am coming..."

...

"Pushpa ji, this street is deserted, protestors won't come here. Lock the car and stay here. There is a gun in the dashboard; take that out and use it if needed. Trust me I will bring Dr. Simran at any cost. One more thing, the moment Dr. Simran will reach the car, you will drive straight to Malik villa. Mind it, you must not wait for me." Pushpa ji turned to look at Haseena at the back.

Haseena bent her head, kissed Karishma once again on her forehead, and whispered softly in her ear with teary eyes, "Karishma, bacha, always remember, I am breathing until you are... You know me princess... if you dare to leave me, I will burn this city to ashes... you are my heartbeat, my breaths, my sanity... Karishma you are my lifeline." She pecked her forehead once again, wiped her tears, placed her head carefully on the seat, and moved out of the car.

Pushpa ji saw her running to the main road; she sent a silent prayer for the safety of both her daughters and locked the car.

...

Haseena reached at the edge of the turn to the main road that was completely blocked with violent protestors; the group had two flame bearers and a number of thick wooden and iron rods. She could see Dr. Simran's apartment at the other end of the road.

An old man was sitting on footpath few feet away from her, puffing at a cigarette. He was drowned in his own thoughts, and seems unaffected of the chaos around him. Haseena stepped towards him, sat in front of him on her one knee. "Uncle, i need your shawl, my friend is critical. I... I need to reach to that apartment to get the doctor." Haseena started of calmly but ended up pleading with folded hands and teary eyes.

Old man stopped puffing, and gazed at her intently. The next moment, he removed his shawl and handed it to her. "If needed, sacrifice your life. Don't think about anyone else... just keep in mind how your life would be without the one- whom you are trying to save." His voice was deadpan but his eyes was speaking volumes of pain.

Haseena nodded, took the shawl from him. "Whether I live or die, she will get the treatment." She wrapped the shawl around herself, covered her head and face with it, and tip toed to the other end of the road sneakily.

"Dr. Simran, take this shawl and wrap yourself in it. You have all the necessary medicines and equipment, right?" Haseena asked standing inside the main door of her apartment.

"Yes, I have." Dr. Simran was extremely worried about the chaos, and Haseena could sense it.

"I know you are worried but trust me, I know how to do it. Remember you have to cross the main road, sneakily. You will find Karishma in the car at the other end. I will draw crowd's attention towards myself and you will get time to sneak." Haseena was completely conscious and determined to do everything needed.

Haseena stepped out of the house first, moved far away from the apartment, and shouted, "I am S.H.O Haseena Malik."

"Does government agreed to our demands?" One of them asked. Haseena looked at all of them re-thinking over her decision. She once looked at the direction where her Karishma was waiting for the help and then looked at the sky.

"People are dying because they are unable to get medical aid. You people have forgotten your oath but i have not. It will be better for you to end the protest or i know how to bring idiots like you on track." Haseena's mean comments worked as fuel to the fire, just the way she wanted. The next instant all of them ran towards her. Taking the opportunity, Dr. Simran stepped out of the house and at once ran to the other end of the road.

Keeping her eyes on all sides, trying her best not to catch attention of the violent protestors, Dr. Simran was crossing the main road by clutching on to her bag tightly. Unfortunately, one of them caught her when she reached at the other end of the main road. "Who are you? Where are you going?" He shouted and leapt towards her with a wooden rod in his hold.

"I am giving you last warning, return to your home or I won't mind relishing you." He lustfully eyed her as her face caught his sight. "I am not afraid of you... so called workers of doctor's union... just to fulfil your unauthorized and self-motivated goals, you have stalled the whole health system of the city. I am not like you... I have taken oath to do what is best for my patients." Dr. Simran shouted with red eyes.

"Oh, so you are one of those doctors who refused to obey us. It is needless to tell you what we had done to other doctors whom you are following." His left eyebrow was raised and there was an evil smirk on his face; he was wiping something invisible from the corner of his lips by his right thumb.

"You are no less than a barking dog, rascal." Simran shouted and ran towards the deserted street. However, the rented protestor was swifter. He at once caught her and locked her neck in his arm. "Don't think you can escape after insulting me. Now you and your dear patient both will die." He tightened his grip around her neck, "Aahhh!" She was getting more and more pale due to lack of oxygen.

On the other hand, the whole group leapt towards Haseena and surrounded her. 

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