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It was 12 midnight, He was sitting on his desk with his hands crossed on his chest staring at the photo frame of MPT family…. Once a family with Haseena in its centre, drowned in some deep thoughts with wet eyes, “Why you did this madam sir?? You have broken our familial bond; the very bond which you yourself have given birth and nurtured with your love, trust and patience,” he mumbled to himself and allowed a lone tear which escaped his eyes unaware that someone was hearing him standing behind.

Dressed in civil clothes, gathering all her strength she dared to enter remnants of her own MPT, which she had protected from every storm for two years only to destroy it with her own hands. His words would have pushed her out of the station only if she had not promised Anubhav.

Her footsteps had awared him of someone’s presence. As he turned around he saw her standing in front of him, an instant surge of anger raced through his veins. All the pain he had been holding inside was ready to burst out in the form anger. Clenching his fists tightly he was trying hard to stop himself.

With bowed head and fidgeting fingers, she could feel his angry glares on her. How much she wished to run away from there but she gathered herself and raised her head to look at him. Pain produced out of his brotherly love for herself could be clearly seen behind his anger filled red wet eyes and heated face. Shiver ran through her whole body…..she tried to take a step towards him but her feet left her side, once again she tried this time to say something but her vocal cords went vain…..helpless set of tears read at the edge of her eyes and before they could roll out, he turned away from her. She saw his brother going to other side of the station, away from her and the cascade of tears streamed out of her eyes.

She stepped ahead and picked out a frame from his table. As she was caressing the smiling faces of Cheetah and Santosh, tears were wetting the frame in her hand thinking about the extent of pain she had witnessed on the night they both had confessed to Urmilla about their love for their madam sir. Unable to hold herself, she started sobbing. Kissing the frame, she wiped it dry with her duppatta, put it back from where she had left and turned around to leave from there when her eyes went on Pushpa ji’s shawl at the back of her chair.

She could not hold herself and walked towards it. Clutching it tightly, she brought it close to her heart and her mind once again crossed with Pushpa ji’s words full of pain and disappointment. Cursing herself all the more she fall there only on the floor beside her chair and started crying.

Cheetah who was seeing her repenting find his heart melting. A brother in him wanted to go to her and scoop her in his arms. He did stepped towards her but then remembered one and half month long pain of Karishma where she forgot not just smiling, eating, drinking and living her life but also her very own existence. His ears started echoing with Pushpa ji’s words about her dear daughter in law’s shrieks because of her night mares, about her wet pillows every morning, about her uneaten meals and a lot more. “You had seen her torturous pain and still you had ignored it…..now there is no use to cry over spilt milk,” he thought to himself and went out of the station.

It had been two hours since Haseena was sitting beside Pushpa ji’s chair holding her shawl and shedding tears of remorse when something clicked her. Getting up abruptly, she stumbled towards Karishma’s desk and started searching something there. After a struggle of five minutes, she found it hidden behind the stack of files in her Almirah; her personal diary. Her heart was popping so hard in her chest, “I know I should not read your personal diary, Karishma…..the diary which you rights to me…..” She sat there only, with the support of the same Almirah. Clenching on to the diary tightly she took a deep breath and then opened it with her shivering hands.

6 Jan 2022

Today, everyone was is in celebration mood, decorations, gifts, cake all were excitedly preparing for your birthday. Santu and Cheetah was as excited as kid for its favourite chocolate. You know she is preparing a video album, shooting everyone’s special messages for you….our tech expert, she always finds something unique. She asked me also and….i did tried…..but….but you know how I am….whenever it comes to expressing myself to you, I suddenly become a scared kitten from an angry lioness…..As expected I could not speak a line in front of all and my dear saasu maa had of course got a perfect opportunity to tease me…..Anyways, something would have been arranged for you and Karishma won’t contribute in it…..that is next to impossible….so I did made a video….in fact it was pretty good…..but still I could express hardly five percent of the extent of love, care and respect I feel for you actually and perhaps I would never be able to…..so, I decided to write my feelings for you in my diary may be some day I could find enough strength and courage to give it to you……
You know Haseena, there were countless times in the course of these two years when I wanted to say a lot to you like when you returned after recovering from covid-19 I wanted to tell you about my newly recognized feelings for you that my respect for you has turned into care.
Other time when you fall in love with my brother and I wasn’t liking it a bit it’s not because I do not find you suitable for him but because I was jealous of him, I did not want to share your love and care with him……and why shouldn’t I be your focus which used to be only for me had been shifted to him…..and instead of confessing that I do not want to share your love i said otherwise.
Then at the time of mission Jeet when destiny had almost snatched you from me, I realized that what was I calling care was more than that…..i had started seeing and loving you as my elder sister, hence the reason of that jealousy and all…..i wanted to tell you that right away but every time I try an unknown fear had stopped me…….
You remember when Billu’s story got stolen and accidently I got to do your role…..i enacted to be shocked and worried in front of you while in real I was the happiest and all those lucky moments when I go to act like you, I enjoyed to my heart’s fill……
I wanted to be pampered by you, to tease you and to be teased by you but could never bring myself to confess it to you so I never used to listen to you…..i have enjoyed teasing you with my anger tantrums and then you protecting me against all odds…..
Then there was no turning back for me be it your forgiving me for deceiving you as Qayamt and protecting me by going against your principles or your handling me and my anger so patiently at the time of my baseless anger and jealousy when I was incharge of Jankipuram, my love for you kept on increasing and I do not realized when I started worshiping you Haseena……..Haseena you are not just my sister or my best friend now, Your words are final for me and you can never be wrong, this is my belief!!!

Reliving all their beautiful moments and cherishing her dear Karishma’s feelings in all those moments, she reached to last lines and a deep shock hit her, “I started worshiping you Haseena!!” these lines were ringing in her ears, she was unable to breath…..sucking her breathes, she was wriggling on the floor…… “She….she believed me to this extent and …..What I did….. How can I crumble her belief like this…… it should be sacred for me and….i….i deal it with so much insensitivity….. I do not deserve to read this…. you had written it for your Haseena whom you loved so much and ….i….i had lost that right…. i….. I don’t deserve to know your precious feelings…. i…. hate myself Karishma…. I hate myself for doing this to you….how will I bear the burden of this crime…..” Putting back the diary at its place, she wailed loudly crumbling to her knees, there only beside Karishma’s chair on the floor, till her tears dried and sleep overtook her.

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