Snippets of Madam Sirr (S1)

Madam Sir- A Legacy Untouched

*** This Chapter is dedicated to vocalize the aftermath of Haseena's death on the MPT members. It will be only a short segment with internal monologues of all the MPT members. ***

KS arrives at the station, her jacket stained with blood. She walks in carrying bloodshot eyes, her hands twisted in a glaring maroon. She had Haseena's blood all over her, the last moment when the car went flying over the cliff replaying in her mind, over and over again, as an old record stuck on repeat.

She broke down falling to her knees inside the station while everyone was crowded around her. They had never seen KS so broken, utterly dejected. They were frozen in fear. They were benumbed in shock. They knew that something had happened. Something bad. Something terrible.

Puspha Ji helped KS to her feet and made her settled on a chair. She was crying, her tears spilling all over the pooled blood on her jacket and hands. She looked at Puspha Ji, the tears stinging her eyes making her vision blurred.

"Madam Sir......" she said, her voice coming out barely audible. Her breath wheezed past her chest, unable to contain her emotions.

"What happened to madam sir, madam", SS asked kneeling next to her.

"She died", KS announced, masking her voice to a flat line.

Puspha Ji stumbled on to a chair, the only thing that kept her from falling to the floor. SS and Cheetah looked aghast, their faces scrunched up in worry and concern.

No one spoke. The MPT which was once filled with life was now dead. The members inside acting as zombies. They all looked as if they were digging their own graves with their own hands, each staring into the blank space, their eyes blinded with the weight of tears crushed down by a jaw- gripping pain.

"N....no....no...how c...could that happen..." Pushpa Ji stammered.

"Ha Pushpa Ji, I saw it with my own eyes. Madam Sir....she...." KS couldn't string together words. She got up and bashed the chair to the floor, her anger sending the chair sprawling to a corner.

"KS is saying the truth. Haseena madam is dead." ASI Meera spoke, her voice a barren soul of life and emotion.

KS stormed away into Haseena's cabin and locked the door. She was heaving, her chest moving erratically. She flung the items on her desk in one violent fury, the items crashing to the floor. She grabbed the table until her wrists turned red applying more and more pressure to ease her aching heart. She let out a scream, silent and muted, voicing her appalled anger and frustration. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a photo, a line snaking towards the middle. She picked it up, it was of her and Haseena, one she herself has gifted. She ran her fingers through the frame, her finger spilling blood on the cracked glass.

Madam Sir, I failed you, she said. I couldn't save you. You died right in front of my eyes and I...I couldn't do nothing but stare. I was helpless madam sir. KS's mind flashed back to the awful moment when she stood at the edge of the cliff. She could do nothing but stop and stare as Haseena, her madam sir succumbed to her death. KS blamed herself. She lifted her hands and saw the stains of blood. She was a murderer, KS yelled at herself. She deserved to be punished. How could she let madam sir die? How could she?

Outside Puspha Ji grabbed the handle of the chair in a tight vice. Bile grasped her throat. She felt as if she couldn't breathe, her heart refused to beat anymore.

Madam Sir, her heart yelled. How could you leave your own family? How could you leave me? You said that I'm your mother right then why...? Pushpa Ji's heart yearned to hear the sound of her voice. She wanted to hug her tightly. She never wanted to let her go. Pushpa Ji closed her eyes and saw nothing but darkness. What would life be like without you madam sir? How can we live...?