Snippets of Madam Sirr (S1)

Heartfelt talks- KS consoling Haseena after mission Jeet

Tendrils of warmth filtered through the blinds, creeping in on a face covered with a blanket, awakening a flurry of activity. The feet kicked out, escaping the clutches of the blanket followed by an enormous yawn as a hand raised to cover the face from the streaking light. The figure got up throwing the blanket away, her eyes resting on the rising horizon.

A pair of puffed and tired eyes stared as the rosy hue spread amongst the blue, the silent vibration echoing of warmth through the coldness of her heart. Haseena looked at the sky, her eyes expressionless as if everything had lost meaning. Dark circles drooped under her eyes, her face covering a tea-bag colored stain. She sighed, the charm of the morning lost on her, her mind weighing heavily with exhaustion.

She lifted her hand immediately wincing in pain, the effects of the fatal injection coursing through her. She slumped down to the floor, her back pressing against the cold glass frame, her eyes still searching the horizon. She closed her eyes, the tears trickling down uncontrollably, and her mind rising to the past.

A week had followed after their success with mission Jeet yet Haseena had not recovered. She had lost her vigor, her strength and her charm that radiated within her. Haseena had shifted to being devoid of expressions, her mind acting as a blank white paper, her heart drooping with nothingness, a pain that spread through her veins. She subconsciously touched the wound, her mind dripping with memories. Anubhav's fake love drama. His betrayal. Her brush with death.

Why was she alive? She screamed at herself, the anguish in her heart unbearable. She had loved Anubhav wholeheartedly yet he had used her as a pawn in a mission. She had cast her feelings aside temporarily prioritizing her duty over her emotions but now, her SHO façade fell away. She was just Haseena, a girl nursing a broken heart, repressing memories that would haunt her forever.

She wiped her eyes on the sleeve of her nightshirt and got dressed, making her way towards the hospital for her regular checkup. She headed towards the MPT, avoiding meeting her team members, shutting herself off from the world, burying herself in the paperwork, desperately ignoring the hollow ache that stiffened in her heart.

Meanwhile, the rest of the MPT glanced at Haseena, their eyes brimming with tears and concern. They had observed Haseena's change yet they stood helpless to intervene. Puspha Ji retired to her mandir, praying before the gods, her hands tightly clasped near her heart, uttering verses of veneration incurring strength for her daughter.

KS locked herself in the gym room, her fury and frustration picking apart the punching bag. She kept punching, her bare knuckles bleeding raw. She stopped, panting with exhaustion, her teeth clenched.

KS couldn't bear to see Haseena's breakdown. She knew that as officers they had confronted each other multiple times yet what KS didn't accept publicly was that Haseena had become her closest and most trusted friend. She cursed her brother for breaking Haseena's heart, for luring her into a trap of betrayal. KS was certain that Haseena still loved Anubhav. It was visible in her eyes. She yelled, her screams piercing through the station, as he brought down all her strength upon the punching bag.

The team rushed to the gym room, pulling KS away forcefully. Pushpa Ji bandaged her hand whilst KS sat on the bed, seething in anger.

"Madam, madam sir...." SS asked, her voice croaking.

CC edged closer to her, enveloping her in a side-hug.

"Nothing will happen to madam sir, Santu. Nothing" Puspha Ji said, rising up from the chair, holding back a torrent of tears.