LOOP (TS)

Part-1

The man laughed. A cruel, mocking sound. "Aap log sirf baatein karna jaante hain kya? Aise kaise policewale hai, jinhe ladna nhi ata."

Haseena didn't waver. "Agar aap shanti se samjh—"

But he didn't let her finish.

With lightning speed, he grabbed a gun from his belt and aimed it straight at her.

MPT gasped as the camera panned—showing Karishma in the background.

She saw it happen before anyone else could react.

"Haseena ma'am!" Karishma shouted, already moving.

The gun went off.

A sharp crack.

But the bullet never reached Haseena.

Because Karishma had thrown herself in front of her.

It hit her square in the side.

She staggered, pain flashing across her face—but she didn't fall.

Instead, she used the momentum to fight.

With one final burst of strength, she grabbed the criminal by the wrist, twisted his arm, and slammed him against the wall.

The gun fell from his grip.

Only then did she collapse, gasping for breath.

Back in the real-time room, MPT stood frozen, horror-stricken.

The Mysterious Woman turned toward them.

"Shanti zaroori hai," she said. "Par kabhi kabhi, ek sahi ladaai aur sahi samay par action lena aur bhi zaroori hota hai."

Haseena's face was unreadable, but her hands had clenched into fists.

The screen showed Karishma once again, lying on the floor, bleeding—but victorious.

Then, it faded to black.

The Loop Tightens

The screen flickered. Static crackled in the air.

MPT barely had time to recover from the last scene when the Mysterious Woman spoke again.

"Toh, Haseena Malik."

Her voice was calm, but there was something sharp underneath. A quiet challenge.

"Aap ab bhi yahi maanti hain ki Karishma Singh ko badalna chahiye?"

Haseena, whose hands were still clenched into fists, lifted her chin. Her heart was racing, her stomach twisted into knots, but she refused to waver.

"Bilkul." Her voice was firm, though slightly strained. "Ek police officer sirf adiyal swabhav se aur fight se nahi, emotions se kaam karta hai. Har baar jaan dena zaroori nahi hota. Kabhi kabhi ek kadam peeche hatna bhi zaroori hota hai. "

The Mysterious Woman gave a slow nod, as if considering her words. Then, she smiled—something cold and knowing.

"Theek hai."

Before anyone could react, she lifted her hand.

A strange energy filled the room, thick and suffocating.

The lights flickered wildly. The walls blurred. The air itself seemed to vibrate—

And suddenly—

They were inside the scene.

MPT gasped.

They weren't just watching anymore.

They were there.

The road stretched before them. The cold night breeze hit their skin. The headlights of the truck blazed in the distance, its deafening honk ringing through their ears.

And in the middle of the road—

Santu.

Frozen.

And running toward her—

Karishma.

"Bandariya!" Cheetah shouted, trying to run to her—

But his legs wouldn't move.

None of them could move.

They could only watch.

Watch as Karishma sprinted forward with everything she had.

Watch as the truck got closer.

Watch as she threw herself at Santu and shoved her out of the way—

CRASH.

The impact was brutal.

Karishma's body flung into the air before she crashed onto the pavement with a sickening thud.

MPT felt the earth tremble beneath them.

Pushpa Ji screamed.

Santu, now on the sidewalk, scrambled forward on her hands and knees, her breath coming out in ragged gasps. "Karishma Di!" Her voice broke. "Nahi... nahi yeh nahi ho sakta!"

Billu fell to his knees, his fingers digging into the dirt. His vision blurred, his hands trembling violently.

Cheetah rushed forward, collapsing beside Karishma. He grabbed her wrist, pressing his fingers to her pulse point. "Nahi, yeh possible nahi hai," he muttered, shaking her limp body. "Madam, uthiye! Sun rahi hai na app?!"

She didn't move.

She didn't breathe.

Haseena stood frozen.

For the first time, she was close enough to feel Karishma's warmth fading.

Close enough to see the blood slowly pooling around her.

Close enough to see Karishma's half-lidded eyes, still filled with that same quiet resolve, as if saying—

"Aap sab theek hain, bas yahi zaroori hai."

Something inside Haseena cracked.

Her knees gave out, and she fell beside Karishma, her hands hovering over her body, hesitant... terrified.

Her fingers trembled as they brushed against Karishma's cheek.

It was still warm.

But fading.

Just like before.

Just like every time.

Haseena's breath shuddered. "Karishma... uth jao."

Nothing.

No response.

No teasing remark.

No smug smile.

Just silence.

Haseena clenched her jaw, her eyes stinging. "Mujhe nahi pasand yeh mazaak," she whispered, her voice unsteady. "Uth jao... bas ek baar."

Karishma remained still.

Haseena pressed a hand against her own chest. Her heart was pounding so violently, it physically hurt.

This wasn't just some illusion anymore.

This wasn't just a lesson.

This was real.

Painfully, suffocatingly real.

And suddenly—Haseena wasn't so sure if she was right anymore.

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