Snippets of Madam Sirr (S1)

What if Haseena had left the MPT?

This track starts with Haseena's decision to leave the MPT due to the increasing tensions between her and KS. There will be no intervention of Anubhav in this track.

Haseena completed her paperwork, arranging everything in precise order. She sat in her cabin, as the night darkened, stiffening in her chair. She closed the files and placed them on her desk while she walked towards the window.

She stared at the sky; a beautiful blanket of dark blue, so dark that it almost looked like black. A full moon hid behind a sliver of a white cloud, its reflection dimmed. The air was silent and peaceful, a warm breeze blowing across. Haseena closed her eyes, the dim moonlight shining in her lids as she trailed to the past, the incidents perturbing her mind.

The tensions between her and KS had escalated. KS had accused her of acting in insecurity. Haseena chirped, her throat growing a dry lump. Haseena had done nothing but supported KS ever since she joined MPT as the SHO. Despite their differences, she knew that KS was a capable and efficient officer; one who'd sacrifice her life for the country without hesitation. KS had only one fault; her short-circuiting brain. Haseena had tried, had intervened many a times to reform KS. She had tried to instill patience so that KS would grow to be the matured officer that Haseena knew she would be. She sighed, lowering her head as a lone tear found its way to the floor. But now, everything was over. KS's verbatim of her accusations echoed in her mind, the words repeating all over. How could she even think that Haseena would be insecure of KS's promotion? That Haseena would directly sabotage KS?

She sighed, straightening and composing herself. Haseena had made her decision. She would step away from the MPT. She didn't want to collide with the strong-headed KS. Haseena placed her hand on the wall, pressing sharply into it. Haseena had never been one to back down. She might be emotional but she was also known for her temper. Yet, Haseena had learned the hard way, the downfall of anger. She didn't have the heart to deal with KS's extreme verbal abuse on a daily basis. Haseena had grown tired of hearing KS's taunts about her jazzbat philosophy. She punched the wall hard, splinters of cement breaking out. She had made a decision and she wouldn't back out.

Haseena stepped out of her cabin, keeping her cap and baton in hand. As she walked, a smile crept over her face, her eyes glancing at every corner. Memories poked out, battling to the surface. Each corner of the MPT spoke to her, of the memories and the bonds she had created. She stopped in the middle of the hall, her eyes rotating around, glancing at the darkened corners.

Her eyes fell on Puspha Ji's desk. She had been a mother figure to Haseena. She chuckled as she remembered her daily dosage of over-acting. Puspha Ji was the backbone of the station. Haseena turned her head to a side, her eyes resting on CC and SS's desks. The innocent queen and the flirtatious king, she thought to herself. She tightened her grip around her cap, tears spilling out her face. She heard CC's trademark line "uff ye masumiyat" and SS's pouted face as she confessed the issues in her living quarters. She laughed, breaking out of her reverie. She would miss them.

She walked ahead when her legs stopped, her heart lurching towards KS's desk. She kept her cap and baton aside as she held the table for support. Her face scrunched, tears spilling out at an alarming rate as memories bared themselves. She recalled their first meeting when Haseena had met the Lucknow's own bhaukhal Devi. She remembered how they fought against the arrogant superstar, Ajay. Her mind flashed images of everything they'd shared; the uncountable cups of tea, the inevitable tensions and their banter.

She punched the table hard, her balled fist splitting a few hairs of wood apart. She kept punching as the objects scattered to the floor, the thumping resounding in her heart. As she stopped, her hand bulged, her knuckles bruised and bleeding. Haseena lifted her uninjured hand to massage her temples, the tension in her head increasing in intensity.