Snippets of Madam Sirr (S1)

***Recreation of Madam Sir is back Episode***

Haseena glanced at KS through the chaos, tears brewing in her with unspoken emotions. Her usual tough demeanor faded into the background revealing the emotions within her as Haseena saw KS without the façade of Urmila. KS had rushed into Haseena's arms wrapping her in a tight bone crushing hug, tightening her hands with every passing second.

Her tears fell heavily on Haseena's shoulders, the unspoken mental struggles of the past months weighing on her heavily. Reluctantly, KS pulled away, staring deep into Haseena's eyes, piercing her depth.

Haseena too glanced back at KS, her mind easing with relief as she finally ended the mission. Haseena had to disentangle her own identity, her uniform and most importantly she had to stay away from KS in the course of a mission. But now, with the chaos of the past buried under them, Haseena felt relieved to ease back into her life. She wanted to embrace and hug KS, to never let her out of Haseena's sight. Haseena yearned to shout out the gaping chasm in her heart, word the void that kept growing steadily and release the wounds that now gripped her soul. But, Haseena couldn't. There was an unknown hostility beyond the familiarity. It was indescribable. Haseena knew that her actions had bitter consequences despite them being for the betterment of the nation.

"Madam Sir......." KS spoke the words slowly, her lips quivering with hesitation as if she dared that this was all a dream.

Haseena nodded, emotions overwhelming her senses. Her strength waned, her legs buckling under her weight as she heard KS call out to her. Haseena felt as if a blade was plunged into her heart and forcefully pulled out, revealing a gaping wound.

KS didn't blink. She didn't dare breath. Her madam sir was standing in front of her. She was alive. KS constantly pinched herself not ready to be fooled by her emotions once again. She had never given up hope that her madam sir would still be alive and here she was, standing right in front of her. The past few months remained a traumatic experience for KS that flashed before her very eyes. Maybe that is what stopped her wording her emotions. Maybe that stopped her from pouring her heart out in front of her madam sir. This is what KS had yearned for, she had prayed for Haseena's return every day since the dreadful accident but then why wasn't she fully relieved. Despite her happiness, a nagging question lingered in her mind. Why had madam sir hidden the truth from her? Didn't she trust her enough? Hadn't KS proved her capability to be trusted?

KS vision faded, her eyes blackening out. She held her head as an electrifying pain burst through her skull. With one final smile, KS fell down to the ground with a loud thud, her body limp and fragile.

Haseena broke down, lowering herself to the ground, yelling a piercing scream. She quickly lifted KS in her arms despite her own wounds rushing her towards a hospital, her legs urging in an immediate haste.

KS was taken to the emergency room to be treated for her wounds while the nurses led a reluctant and frantic Haseena to the theater. As the nurses cleaned her wounds, applying antiseptic gel, Haseena's vision blurred, the past glowing in front of her.

Haseena was lying in a pool of blood, her police jeep smoldering in flames next to her. She couldn't move. It was struggle, a battle to breath. Every inch of body flared with unimaginable pain. Every breath was a war, every movement a searing reminder of pain. The world blurred, fire and blood merging into a nightmarish haze. Her eyes with the last pinpricks of tears closed down, blackening out from the world.

Haseena felt a warm hand on her shoulder as she slowly adjusted herself to the reality. She wiped her sweaty forehead with her sleeve, giving a faint smile of reassurance to the nurse. She chugged an entire glass of water barely composing her shivering nerves. She thanked the nurse and strolled to find KS, her body still registering the previous trauma.