LOOP (TS)

Part 3

"Aap jaise hain, waisa hi chahiye, Karishma Singh..." Haseena's voice was raw. "Aap mat badlo..."

The loop broke.

The woman smiled.

And then, she was gone.

A Dream... or a Warning?

Haseena jolted awake, her chest heaving, drenched in sweat.

Her hands trembled as she sat up, trying to steady her breathing. The images wouldn't leave her.

Karishma bleeding out.

Karishma sacrificing herself.

Karishma dying—again and again.

Yeh... sapna tha?

She ran a shaky hand through her hair, trying to convince herself. Haan, bas ek bura sapna tha. But...

She clutched her uniform, her heartbeat erratic.

"Lekin agar yeh sach ho gaya toh?"

She knew Karishma.

She would do all of this. She would die for them.

And this time, she wouldn't come back.

She shot out of bed, grabbing her phone.

She needed to fix this. Now.

It Wasn't Just Her

The moment Haseena stepped into MPT, she knew.

Everyone looked as shaken as she felt.

Santu sat stiffly, eyes red, lips pressed tightly together. Billu's hands trembled, his face pale. Cheetah stood frozen, staring at the floor.

Pushpa Ji looked the worst.

Her fingers clutched her purse so tightly her knuckles had gone white.

They all turned to Haseena the second she entered.

She swallowed hard. "Aap logon ne bhi..."

Santu nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "Wahi sapna dekha jo aapne dekha."

Silence.

A deep, suffocating silence.

Then—

Billu exhaled shakily. "Humne kya kiya, yaar... humne unhe majboor kiya badalne ke liye..."

Pushpa Ji clenched her jaw, her voice thick with regret. "Jis tarah humne usse akela chhod diya tha..." She wiped at her eyes. "Beta... humse bohot badi galti ho gayi."

Haseena's stomach twisted painfully.

Because this was real. Maybe the dream wasn't. Maybe it was a warning. Maybe it was just their subconscious screaming at them. But the truth?

They had hurt Karishma.

They had pushed her away.

And she wasn't here.

Haseena's heart ached. "Humein unse maafi maangni hogi."

Cheetah immediately nodded. "Haan, Madam Sir. Chaliye unke ghar!"

Santu sniffled. "Haan! Hum wapas le aayenge di ko!"

But before they could move—

Haseena's phone rang.

She picked up without checking the caller ID. "Haan, bolo."

"Madam Sir!" It was one of their informants, panic clear in his voice. "Aapko pata hai? Karishma Singh ko hospital le gaye hain!"