Madam sir 2.0

THE BLAST

The air was thick with the acrid scent of smoke, a desperate reminder of chaos unleashed. Karishma Singh inhaled sharply, her heart racing as she coughed against the heavy cloud surrounding her.

The bustling Mahila Police Thana (MPT) facility had transformed into a cacophony of alarm and confusion, the sounds of sirens underscoring the frantic atmosphere.

"Oohuu oohuu... Madam Sir, Pushpa Ji... Cheetay!" Karishma cried out, her voice strained and echoing in the haze.

Panic twisted in her gut—Madam Sir, Haseena Malik, the strong, unyielding SHO of their thana, was still inside the burning building.

A figure sputtered nearby, Cheetah Chaturvedi’s junior constable uniform blending into the smoky backdrop.

“Madam, hum thik hai.. Madam Sir Aur Pushpa Ji Kaha hai?” he rasped, pushing through the choking smoke to stand beside her.

His face was flushed, his eyes filled with alarm, but his voice offered a hint of reassurance.

“Pushpa Ji!” Karishma called out, desperation threading through her words.

Just as she turned to scan the area, she saw a familiar silhouette emerging from the enveloping darkness. Pushpa Singh, her mother-in-law and the head constable, stumbled forward, gasping for air, her eyes wide with concern.

“Pushpa Ji, Aap thik hain?” Karishma asked, instinctively embracing Pushpa Singh. The warmth of her motherly figure provided a brief sense of comfort.

“Lekin Madam Sir kaha hai?” Pushpa’s voice trembled, her worry for Haseena palpable.

As the trio caught their breaths, reality pounded against Karishma’s mind. The thana had always been a family in its own right, but with Haseena, they had a leader who wore her badge with pride and authority. If she was still in there—

Before Karishma could voice her intent to go back into the smoke, a sudden jolt from behind sent her stumbling forward. The force propelled her towards the chaos.

“Karishma Madam!” Cheetah shouted, reaching out as she fell, the tendrils of smoke curling around her.

Just then, the shrill wails of fire sirens filled the air as firefighters arrived. Clad in their gear, they swiftly fanned out, their faces set with determination. Wet towels were draped over their heads, providing temporary relief against the choking air.

Karishma looked around, her heart pounding with confusion. Who had pushed her?

“Madam Sir,” she murmured, her gaze scanning the wreckage ahead.

Together, they edged towards the burned MPT building, navigating the debris even as alarm sirens blared. The firefighters formed a line, shouting instructions, their authoritative calls mixing with the crackling of flames.

As Karishma pressed forward, she caught a glimpse of what looked like a figure being carried from the building. Relief washed over her but was quickly overshadowed by dread. “Madam Sir?” she gasped.
 

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