Bol, aise butt bann kar ke khadi hai...bol...ki tere dil mein mere liye ke hai...??
Hamare dil mein...kuch bhi toh nahi...!!Purvi started avoiding Virendra's questions and endulged herself to folding of clothes. Virendra was looking straight at her with an expression of irritation and seemed that her avoiding was pissing him off.
Purvi looked at him and said...
Abb aap aise kya ghoor rahe hai...??
Kuch naa dekh raha hun...ki koi jo 2 min pehle yo Mukhiyani banne ka dawa kar rha se, wo achanak se kaise palat gaya...!!
Hum palte nahi hai..par jis sawal ka koi jawab nahi hai...wo hum kaise de sakte hai...aap kuch puch lijiye...
Virendra gives a sarcastic smile and thinks for a while. He looks up to Purvi with more cunning smile raising one eyebrow and said...
Toh bata manne, agar yaa accident mein manne kuch ho jaata...matlab maan le agar main marr jaata toh tu ke karti...??
The cloth she was folding dropped suddenly from her hand. She was numb. She didn't move. She looked at Virendra with an expression of how dare he ask such a question to her, with what audacity he asked this kind of question to her, how can he even think of leaving her. Her eyes were telling all the emotions she was carrying in her mind right now. Virendra was happy in his heart that finally she'll burst out, finally she'll say something; but his contrary, Purvi picked up the cloth, slightly wiped off her eyes from where tears were about to fall ,looked at Virendra and went away. She stopped at the door and turned to Virendra who was still looking dazed and confused.
Iss jawab ka intezar kijiyega Mukhiji, waqt aane par denge...par denge zaroor...!!
Virendra was satisfied that this time possibly he has lit up the fire. He then receives the call which turned his mischievous expressions to anger and he said..
Ibb kal hi panchayat bulao..kal hi faisla hovega...
It was next day in the haveli when everyone was having their breakfast but Virendra was out for somework. Just in Kishan entered the haveli and went to Mama Sarkar and told him that this afternoon, Virendra has called a panchayat and asked everyone to join in. Everyone was a bit confused.
Soon it was afternoon when everyone reached the panchayat ground and took their respective seats. Purvi was sitting with Prakshi and anjali .
Virendra comes there with his Bodyguards and rest panch and stands with folded hands at the back. Everyone stands to greet him. He nods and Everyone takes their respective places.
Virendra thereby starts...
Aaj tak manne kabhi aisa naa laga ki mere gaon wale mere te naraz hai ya fur manne kisi ke saath badsaluki ki se...
Yo gaon mera pariwaar se aur meri zimmedari bhi...
Pichle kuch dino mein manne kuch aisi baatein pata chali se jinhone manne majboor kar diya ki main yaa faisla lun....
Manne yo mil gaon mein lagane ka faisla isliye kiya se kyonki manne pata tha ki usse gaon ka bhala hovega...aur aaj bhi mera yo faisla gaon ke hit mein hi se.
Par yaa mill ka kuch log galat fayeda utha rahe se...jo manne bilkul bardasht naa hai...manne ek baar apni kamayi lutna manzoor se par yaa gaon ke ek bhi insaan ki kamayi naa lutne dunga main...
Manne yo pata chala hai se ki beete kuch dino se mill mein paison ko lekar gadbadi hui se...aur iski jaankari hamare Munim ji ne di Manne...isliye manne mill ke upper abb karwayi bithai se...taaki ghaplebaz aur jiska jiska inn sab mein haath se wo pata chal sake...aur....
Virendra gets up from his place and moves a little forward.
Manne aaj apne gunehgaar ko bhi saza deni se...jisne Manne maarne ki koshish ki se...aaye..Le kar aao use...
Everyone turns and found Satyam being brought to the panchayat. Purvi was stunned after seeing him the real culprit.
Gaon ka Mukhiya hun main..koi aera gera naa jispe hamla karke tu bach jaye...tanne aaj jo kiya se...wo maafi ke layak naa se...
Par wo kehte hai naa ki har mujrim koi naa koi saboot chod deta hai..bas tera yo locket mere haath lag gaya....
Wo toh bhala ho inka jinhone yaa locket Mukhiyani ko de diya aur Mukhiyani ne Manne...teri saza yo hai ki tanne gaon ki sabse gehri kaal kothari mein band kiya jayega...tab tak..jab tak teri akal dikhane naa aa jati...Le jao ise...
Satyam was taken away but he stops near Purvi and stares at her.
Ke ghoore hai Mukhiyani ko...Ek baat gaanth baandh le...tanne mere pe hamla kiya...tu zinda hai...agar tere kisi iraade ne Mukhiyani ko chua bhi...toh teri maut mere haathon ussi waqt ho jayegi...yaad rakhna...Le aao ise...
Purvi looks at Virendra and feels proud of him being her husband.
It was almost night time while everyone was back home and had dinner as well. Purvi was silently sitting in her room and writing her diary after so long. She was smiling while writing that and thinking something. Just in Virendra entered the room and stepped back suddenly and hid beside the gate.
Yaa Bawri toh apni diary likh rahi se...matlb...zaroor isne apni diary pe kuch likha hoga mere liye...Mukhi..soch...soch...aj yaa diary tanne padhni padegi..Par ibb Bawri se yaa diary lena jaise sherni ki maand mein haath daalna...Kuch soch Mukhi kuch soch...!!
Aur shuru ho gaya diary padhne ka silsila...
kaise le lun use ...jaha wo likhti hai apne jazbaat...
Kaise padhun unn panno ko..jaha wo kehti hai apne dil ki baat...
Aur kaise karoon main koshishein...jisse bahar aa jaye ye dil ke jazbaat....
(PRECAP- Virendra opens the diary and finds a chain button attached to it and remembers something and smiles. He closes the diary and hugs while kissing it. Later, Prakshi tells that diwali is coming closer so they need to start the preparations as well. While Purvi is seen cleaning the table of Virendra when a diary falls off under the table.)
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