Snippets of Madam Sirr (S1)

***This Scene starts from the fitness episode where Anubhav instructs the MPT to maintain their health. I will divide the story into several chapters since it is long. ***

Lessons beyond the Drills

The air of MPT mingled with a casual playfulness, the officers inside completely oblivious to the decorum expected of them. Anubhav strolled towards the MPT, the letters gripped in his hand adding more weightage with every step. Near the entrance, he removed his glasses when suddenly he was taken aback by what he saw. Puspha Ji and KS were arguing in their usual saas-bahu melodrama while in another corner the flirtatious banter of Cheetah and SS caught his attention.

Anubhav glared at the scene unfolding before him, the fury in him rising. He stood near the entrance while nobody paid attention to him, his patience waned as he tapped his glasses against his palm. He clenched his jaw, staring at the station for one final time. Anubhav left informing Haseena to report to the HQ immediately.

Haseena went out of her cabin, her ears filled with the banter of KS and PJ. She was shocked to see them arguing like this.

"Silence" she shouted.

The members hastened, scrambling to stand as Haseena's echo cut through their banter like a deep knife. She gazed at each member, her eyes deep and penetrating holding each member accountable before she stormed out to meet Anubhav.

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Haseena saluted Anubhav stomping her feet, the sound echoing across the hard-wood floor. Her heart leapt up in worry at his silence. She looked at him, his expressions unreadable, a fire burning throughout.

"Ms. Malik" his voice a sharp contrast from what she'd heard. Direct and blunt. She felt the effects immediately as she instinctively scampered to adjust her posture, gripping her balled fists behind her back. "Do you know that I visited the station today?"

Haseena, confused, blinked at him, utterly perplexed and dumbfounded.

"How could you when you were busy managing a circus?" he barked.

His voice cut deep, slicing inwards of her, a thrill ran echoing down her spine as she recalled the moment of indecorum at her station. She gulped, the beating of her heart increasing as she waited a grilling lecture that never came. Anubhav kept his eyes fixed on her, letting the silence stretch between them.

Haseena uncurled her fingers behind her back, pinching her thumb to remain straight. Her eyes harrowed deep behind the wall unable to look at Anubhav's stern expressions. Her breath felt hitched and shallow as if the entire cabin ran up to swallow her whole. Her heart thundered, storming out of her ribcage as she awaited her verdict, feeling as if was a death-row inmate.

"Is this how you run your station Ms. Malik?" he asked after an eternity of silence. "You should know to instill law and order Ms. Malik."

Haseena grumbled in a silent whine, her body crashing down. She tugged on her fingers, piercing the raw flesh in her palm. She looked down, her eyes burrowing into the ground.

"This needs to be corrected Ms. Malik" he said.

Haseena looked up. "J...Ji sir. I'll look into it."

"No Ms. Malik" he said cutting her off. "I'll be sending an investigative officer to handle the discipline in your station."

Haseena was shocked but she composed her emotions and asked "Who sir?"

A cruel smile twitched on his face. He raised his hands with interconnected palms and held them under his chin. "You do not need to concern yourself with that Ms. Malik. Just remember- this is your last warning."