Karishma's eyes welled up with tears as she gazed at Anubhav's photo, her mind flooded with memories of the fateful day she had prioritized her duty over her love for her brother. "Humara dil nhi manta ki humare Anu bhaiya gaddar ho sakte hai, woh deshdrohi nhi ho sakte," she whispered, her voice trembling.

 Anubhav Singh, a loyal police officer, had always instilled in her the importance of patriotism - "Behna, chahe kuch bhi ho jaye, desh ke liye jaan bhi deni pade toh sochna mat" (Sister, no matter what happens, we must give our life for the country without hesitation). His words still echoed in her mind. 

As she delved deeper into the past, Karishma's thoughts returned to that haunting day. "Woh din yaad karte hai naa toh rongte khade ho jate hai," she said, her voice cracking. "Anu bhaiya, aesa lagta hai ki goli aapko nhi hume lagi ho" (Brother Anu, it feels like the bullet hit me, not you). 

The anguish and guilt had been eating away at her since then. How could she have doubted her own brother, without knowing the whole truth her mind forcing her to know the whole damn truth! 

"Kyaa uss din jo humne socha aur jo dekha woh sahi tha?" Karishma's mind raced with questions. "Humse kuch chhut toh nhi rha na?" (Was what we thought and saw that day really true? Did we miss something?). 

She recalled the evidence presented, the witnesses' testimonies, and the circumstances surrounding Anubhav's alleged betrayal. But what if it was all a setup?Karishma's phone rang, breaking the silence.

 It was Raj, her trusted colleague. "Karishma, we've received new evidence. Anubhav's case needs re-investigation." Her heart skipped a beat. Could it be true? Was Anubhav innocent? Karishma's world began to spin. 

She knew she had to uncover the truth, no matter the cost .With renewed determination, Karishma embarked on a perilous journey to clear Anubhav's name and bring justice to her family. She would leave no stone unturned, questioning every witness, re-examining every shred of evidence.

 The truth had to be revealed. Would she succeed in exposing the truth? Would she find redemption? 

Flashback

karishma's eyes widened in shock as Haseena's words hung in the air. "Hum urmila nhi, aapki maddam sir hai Karishma Singh, hum mare nhi the, hume yeh natak karna pada kyunki hume ek desh drohi ko pakadna tha" (I'm not Urmila, I'm your Madam Sir Karishma Singh, I wasn't dead, I had to pretend to catch a traitor). 

"Kya? Yeh kya ho raha hai?" Karishma stammered, her mind racing. Anubhav's expression turned stern. "Karishma Singh, hume yeh pendrive dijiye!" (Give us this pendrive!) 

 Haseena's voice echoed, sending chills down Karishma's spine. "Aesa bilkul mat kijiyega Karishma Singh, yeh Anubhav hi deshdrohi hai" (Don't do this, Karishma Singh, Anubhav is the traitor). 

 Karishma's gaze shifted between Haseena and Anubhav, confusion and distrust swirling within her."Kya? Anu bhaiya? Yeh kaise ho sakta hai?" Karishma's voice trembled.Haseena intervened, her tone firm. "Karishma, Anubhav ne desh ke against kaam kiya hai. Usne sensitive information leak ki hai" (Karishma, Anubhav has worked against the country. He leaked sensitive information).

Karishma's world crumbled. Could her own brother, a loyal police officer, truly be a traitor? Suddenly, memories flooded her mind - Anubhav's lectures on patriotism, his unwavering dedication to duty. Something didn't add up.

"Agar yeh pendrive itni hi zaruri hai aur humare desh ko barbaad kar sakti hai, toh isse toh hona hi nhi chahiye," Karishma said, her voice firm and resolute. With a swift motion, she tossed the pendrive into the air and pulled the trigger, destroying it completely.

 The sound of shattering plastic and metal echoed through the room."Yeh kya kiya tumne, Karishma!!" Anubhav shouted, his face red with rage.Karishma startled, her eyes widening in surprise.

 Her Anu bhaiya shouting at her, especially for a pendrive, was something new. It was making her believe that her Maddam Sir was telling the truth."Anu bhaiya, yeh pendrive desh ke liye khataranak thi," Karishma explained, trying to justify her actions.

 But Anubhav's expression only darkened. "Tumhein pata nhi, Karishma. Tumne kya kiya hai?"Karishma's doubts began to surface. Had she made a grave mistake?"Humne jo kiya hai, woh desh ke liye kiya hai," Karishma said, her voice steady.Anubhav's eyes narrowed. "Desh ke liye? Ya phir tumne Maddam Sir ke kehne par kiya?"  

Anubhav's eyes blazed with fury as he aimed his gun towards Haseena, his finger tightening on the trigger. Karishma's heart stopped, her world narrowing to the terrifying scene unfolding before her.

She glanced at her brother, her own flesh and blood, ready to take the life of the woman who had been like a mother to her. Then her gaze shifted to Haseena, her best friend, her mentor, who was calmly untying her mother from the captivation of Anubhav's deceit.

Karishma's mind reeled, her thoughts racing with conflicting loyalties. Her brother, the man she had grown up with, or her mentor, the woman who had guided her through the darkest times? Time seemed to freeze, the air thick with tension. Karishma thought nothing. Instinct took over.

Karishma's finger tightened around the trigger, her heart overriding her mind. In a split second, she made the impossible choice, driven by a primal instinct to protect Haseena and her mother. She chose her duty & loyality towards her country over her brother. With a resolute motion, she aimed and fired, the bullet piercing through Anubhav's heart. The sound of the shot echoed through the room, a deafening crash that shattered the tension. 

As the bullet pierced through his heart, Anubhav's eyes locked onto Karishma's, a mix of shock, pain, and betrayal reflecting in his gaze. He knew it was coming, yet the harsh reality of his sister's actions still cut deep. In his final moments, Anubhav's mind raced with memories of their childhood, laughter, and tears shared. How had it come to this? "Karishma..." Anubhav whispered, his voice barely audible, as his vision began to blur.

Karishma stood frozen, her gun still clutched in her hand, her mind reeling from the consequences of her actions. The sound of her own heartbeat deafened her, her breath caught in her throat.She had killed her brother, the person she loved and trusted most. The thought repeated in her mind like a mantra, a haunting refrain that threatened to consume her.

Haseena's gentle touch on her shoulder broke the spell. Karishma didn't respond. She was trapped in a nightmare, unable to escape the reality of her actions. Haseena gently pried the gun from Karishma's fingers, her eyes filled with compassion. 

 "We'll get through this together," Haseena promised, guiding Karishma away from the scene. As they left the room, Karishma caught a glimpse of Anubhav's lifeless body. The image seared itself into her mind, a haunting reminder of what she had done. The weight of her actions crushed her, threatening to suffocate her. Was justice served, or had she committed a heinous crime? Only time would tell.